lighting bijou the fire never burned but from the ashes that have always been a forest has stretched its arms toward the sky i feel the dirt in my teeth and in my skin the warm grey rain rolls in and the colors are amplified its funny that the same air that is the sky is the air that i breathe. maybe a different mixture. amphetamines for my senses can anyone else fucking feel this? 010812 what's it to you? who go blather from