Gritty, sun bleached cement hell on fucking Earth. I was enamored by the hills, desolate but never vacant (of garbage) Ambitious (undeniable) but scratching at the surface surviving twice as much as you're allowed to live, you crave the dream as a puppet attached to marionette strings, you walk a straight line. Thirsty, passionate, driving yourself insane for a chance to breathe a gulp of the gaseous. Disobey the obedient, fear the fearless (fear less the fear) You concept inhibitions, snarl at the billboard (because it isn't yours). God, I want to scream. Your lack of reservation is not refreshing, and you spoil like curdled milk but somehow, in the recess, I reluctantly respect what you do. Unhand the girl to chase the woman so he did and we both sighed.