i make alot of noise.

i'd like to hear the sounds of silence even if its just momentarily. all i am left with is white noise.

if i let all the fragments of my mind spill out onto the pavement. my mind would fill all the cracks.

and you'd all realize a little too late everything i once thought.

Semiotics can never . . .

die because too many kids like kicking about nike tee shirts. (refer to title.)

ALL OF OUR FRIENDS HAVE BECOME WALKING TALKING HUMAN BILLBOARDS.

i put it in a zine.

i woke up.

i realised.

i am

everything

you

make

me

"In your eyes resides the distant fulfillment of someone else's desires"