trouble at 4.00am

memory is cheap...people do forget and so does history…too soon….14.57.43pm..............snow deserts.


Everything is gold and silver.…covered in grey and glitter its easy I’ll show you......…That road is thin ice, white like white ice glass white…. It’s all dead and blue. The stars and the sky, white, black and excitation….just think it? My tongue is on fire…look. Just burn the ice, there’s nobody watching.…look blue ice skies. The darkest light, bastard light, sweetest noise I can’t believe it. Keep the white light in your sight, stolen away under the ice white night. The sun is beautiful towards the blue distance.

My dad said your so corrupt and listening to my fathers voice, I guess I’m not so bright.