two april
eleven : oh-three a.m.

turning around and around again and haven't we been on this street before? make a left here.

"are you into stuff that's really cool? i mean really fresh, really cool."

and, while the smoke curled through the lights (blue, purple) and speakers, i looked for his face in the crowd.

music : piebald (in my head)
literature : nothing
fixation : sketches