..Glimpses of the past memroies float around me brain zapping my conscience, making me tweak like a crack-addict. Who am I? What am I for? Who's bra is this? Where is everybody? What am i looking at? Who's ugly face is this? Oh. Right. That's you, dummy. Looking ritght at ya'self in the mirror. Just being, like, so fucking proud of yourself. Ain't ( Read more... )