ellyn said I'm all about breaking big dreamers & the stories they tell. I'm all about finding these liars with the gamblers & the crooks & the big books they sell. cruel kids dance with the sunrise popping pigeons, tasting all noise, hoping for all these sorrows to melt to melt, oh to melt. we don't have a lot of promise but oh do we have energy to expel, expel, lots of energy to expel. suck the lightning through our veins and damn our lovers straight to hell. yes to hell. always to hell. because it's easier to hate with all the vengeance that was love or maybe passion then it is to wish them well. be on our way, just build our own life and wish them well. now i have shards of glass & shadow friends, all these borrowed decorations: nothing's mine and the future's flooding in through those blinds (i stole from an old motel) stupid fucking motel. where we ate fresh fruit and cleaned our teeth and washed our hands of what's going on beneath the sheets and watered the dark corners in which we dwell. in which we suffer & we loiter & we dwell. in which we mold, in which we falter, in which we dwell. there are big kids on the playground, & there are hunters in the streets & and we will skirt around these issues but it won't muddy such brilliant strokes of pastel. oh yes pastel. yes this city has pastel. these brilliant violets, dashing greys// everything in this town is set to fade, because all that was once sure and clear is smearing. it floats upward into the haze dances with the smog & all the change and yet when it finally, finally rains the streets will find us. the world will meet us in our place & maybe just for that one day the walls will dissipate.