
I have a dream, boys. Thieves with lightbulbs up their asses. Empty shoe boxes. Hurt people, still hopeful...
What happened to me the second I got back from Thailand.

What happened to me the second I got back from Thailand.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

Until I got out of there, I fought wars even in my sleep. Damn you, city of mine.

Until I got out of there, I fought wars even in my sleep. Damn you, city of mine.

A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.

A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.
