Early morning, wakeing up on the wrong side of your bed.

Early moring on the buzy streets of st.paul, every one seems to have an agenda, a plan, a life.

Hello stranger, hello new enemy, hello future rock star, hello irony.

Hello people I hardly know, hello to all the sad, buzy, serious faces of the world. Hello all.

The street in the city aren’t so buzy at this time, all these people all have some where to be. No glances of hope or joy comes from any eyes, these days

just glances of despair, anger, confusion, and conformity. I walk these streets a thousand times and every one looks the same.

Hello stranger, hello new enemy, hello future rock star, hello irony.

Hello people I hardly know, hello to all the sad, buzy, serious faces of the world. Hello all

Hello stranger, hello new enemy, hello future rock star, hello irony.

Hello people I hardly know, hello to all the sad, buzy, serious faces of the world. Hello all

hello world of similarity, hello the surreal world

hello world.