a few pictures of the city i love, and moments; smoke rises over this town of now, and it's your fault, it's your fault, your fault, suddenly everything turns soft, the blocks of cement look scary and all i know and have is moloch, moloch, moloch, there's quite a gap between a to b and i thought it's okay but in reality i just want to look at stars and watch the poems glow in the sky, tears are bliss, we will enhance our lives by ten and spend drunk nights in deep feelings of lightness, smoke rising, we will glow in words and flows and the whole world will envy us, because who could ever understand and follow all this?