In the back of my neck I feel a strange sensation. Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation. Only those with death wish understand my situation.
I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too. And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my. Return to earth. But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you.
I'm an urban guerrilla. I make bombs in my cellar. I'm a derelict dweller. I'm a potential killer. I'm a street-fighting dancer. I'm a revolutionary romancer.