The mind is like a parachute:
if it doesn't open, you're meat

staying in the world outside I feel this city moves in style.cars and lights and people's crimes.trapped inside this city's sky.

Xmas
[I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month]

.....goodbye...

....goodbye... ......goodbye...

...goodbye... .....goodbye...

....goodbye......