“..This broken city sky, like butane on my skin
Stolen from my eyes, hello angel
Tell me where are you,
Tell me where we go from here.

And in this moment we can close the lids on our burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know
Like fall out vapour.
Still corpses stretch out towards and ending sun
Scorched and black,
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart
As ice cold hands rip into your heart.

That’s if you still have on last left
Inside that cage you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw
Can we still reclaim our innocence?

And if the world needs something better
Let’s give them one more reason.”

Skylines and Turnstiles

September 11 2001
Infamously known as 7/11.

A moment of silence.

****

5 days have passed and nothing much has happened. Everything’s still mucked up. And there is nothing much to say.

****
We’re in Stickk’s house. Unexpectedly.

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