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suburbia
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splinken
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i am a little suburban chick.
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The Schleiffen Man
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suburbia is rolling someone's house and having the victims retaliate with death threats written on toilet paper, except they deliver it to your neighbors
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silentbob
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subUrbia is a fine film
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Brad
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Suburbia is parents fretting over their privliged kids, who wear hemp jewelry, smoke a lot of marijuana, and despite having it better than just about anyone their age in the world, complain about how bad they have it. The parents wonder where they went wrong.
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misstree
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just on the edge of one of the biggest cities in the country, driving around aimlessly because, even in this sea of suburbia, there's nothing to do. rolling through towns spotted with minimalls and tract housing, an endlessly dull movie set. seeing everything the same, and trying so hard to comprehend what anything outside this bubble is like i had to leave suburbia before it ate me alive, and shat me out as a pale and hollow reflection of myself, a functional member of a cardboard society
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unhinged
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being here brings all kinds of nasty thoughts to mind. i looked back on all the things that have happened to me since last labor day and how even when i'm tempted i can't pick up my blade anymore. i knew that i was in trouble when i saw him and it didn't make me hostile; my heart only leapt a little bit. i didn't even follow him with a hostile glare. i can feel it all slipping away from me. the only good thing is that i'm turning all this compassion away from humanity to my music. if i could live in a little bubble of violin playing nothing would make me happier. no stupid relationships. no caring about assinine and self-destructive people. none of it. just a violin hickey and bruch. and when i look out my window of my parent's house i can only see suburbia for miles and miles and the smell of it is like something fake but believeable. it's times like these that make me miss that sickening smell of unreality.
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silentbob
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Buff: "I'm moving out to california." Clerk: "That's very good, they have many convenient stores there for you to stand in front of."
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poet
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not subUrbia, but the other one, also called suburbia. movie about punks in the 80s with flea in it. horrible acting, awesome movie. go watch it.
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Big Bucks No Whammies
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Where the various emotional travails and angsts of the otherwise comfortable middle class are a more legitimate malady than the anxieties and madnesses that come of living paycheck_to_paycheck and hand_to_mouth by virtue of the psychotherapist's imprimatur
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unhinged
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relics_of_a_suburban_life i really never cared for the rat race even from a young age i saw it as transparently stupid, counterproductive at this point i want to find a solitary retreat high up on a mountain as far away as i can get from the petty cruelty the mob mentality and send some tonglen powha out into this fucked up world
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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