7/18/14 untitled pt. 2

Location

the place of stay is too quiet, ghosts and ghouls only appear to cut their lawn 
there isn’t much noise
I think life is only but a series of noises: laughter, cries of pain, aggressive shouting, moans laced with pleasure
life is about experience
and noise
not much of either seem to be happening

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