a city of grime. and nothing more.

be prepared for vodka rain at midnight;; sitting on the kiddie swing and painted red signs.

be prepared for soggy cigarettes.

the roof of this city will shake &;the words written on the ground, deigned only for our eyes, will paint this place black &;red &;the music will play &;i will kiss pretty girls on the cheek, and the lips;; &;oi will be kissed by pretty boys until my lips turn greater carmine and swell.

blood in my eyes.