Harlem one twenty fifth street
Waking up and it's suddenly the season
Buildings and containers are important again
The most nostalgic golden fish tank light
over College at 8 am
I am not hung over because I mixed
so much cool blue into my Seagram's
Dreamt my little witch bro was
Presenting all of the tattoos he most
Regretted and one of them was a
Realistic portrait of my real sister
He said I regret this but this is Lucia
And she's still beautiful to me, and I still
Pray for her every day
I was so touched because he would
Really say that in real life
Luck be a lady to night
A Bad At Phone Boy is So Boring
But at least makes one feel
some type a way
I walked across town only to find
There was nothing behind the
Facade where the Basquiat quality
Loft used to be, gone
Or I finally found the boy but he
Has no hands anymore and he looks
Slightly annoyed that we're having
A good time
He can't touch me and if he could
He wouldn't because he is
Mad tired
Other dreams: I'm living with
Lucia and Heavy J
They both keep locking themselves
In their rooms and I don't know
What to do about it
I feel so uneasy and I know
They are doing dangerous
Things in their rooms
I'm in Japan at a big university
covered In vines that is flooding
and splitting Apart everywhere
I'm in high school and it's
Christmas time and I am
Never ever leaving high school
And I can't Speak (2004).
