I believe everybody should have a room where they get rid of all their releases. So my room was a stage.
Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.
If 6 turned out to be 9, I don't mind.
I use to live in a room full of mirrors, all I could see was me.
Every city in the world always has a gang, a street gang, or the so-called outcasts.
My nature just changes.