the_only_version_of_my_exertion
fyn gula
i
ride
the
subway
to
nowwhere.
add
my
own
graffitti
to
the
walls
in
the
slent
morning
.
i
spray
... "
turn
on
the
bright
lights
."
because
i'm
so
fucking
tired
of
darkness
trying
to
extinguish
the
little
bit
of
hope
that
roars
in
my
heart
030106
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from