The city is packed with people moving in and out of train cars. hot, busy, overwhelming, lots of homeless people
carrying bags of cans or doing nothing but be hungry. cellphones everywhere, inescapable sounds of ring tones and honking. i don't know how folks find serenity in the constant suck of this city. it's beyond gravity, what pulls people to volunteer for the drain every day. it's social distortion indeed , i grew up in this and have spent my life trying to leave. i've seen both the coasts and i know they harbor the disease worse than anyone. fear and money worship are the natural causes from which we die every day. places where people are caught with their heads in the tiger's mouth, time is the tiger and they're addicted to their own hanging skin. the thrill is enough to make them trade their whole life for that feeling but not me, no way. i'm planning my escape route from the egg roll and next time i come back, i'll call the seaguls from the east river to host a breakfast of thieves. with one breath after breakfast, i'll invite you to join me in travel through the tunnel we carved for the evolution. howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie X=h/m "every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you."