There is no place like home,
Because there is no home...
Gorgeous, Glamorous , Beautiful , Fabulous,
Switch on the t.v watch plastic reality...
A discrimination in society
A lost Of reality...
What happened to me
where am i...
She sits alone beneath the tall willow tree
in the corner of the playground, as the other...
Chicago streets litter themselves
with sequins and vintage gin...
Off we send them out to war,
Ill prepared or not we send them out to war...
"The Great American Plastic Factory"
I call it the Grind...
My story, like a frame of what is said to be my...
Every design is a memory, carved...
Who are you?
have you ever stopped to ask yourself this...
Those colors so bright
No dark to swollow our hearts...
Moment soon the soul whimper,
Hesitate to touch mighty feet...