That one time I thought it would be a good idea to coat my lips with black ink and kiss the paper. Regretted it for the next 3 hours walking about feeling like a goth.
Standing on a block (while two men sit up top),
The horse is deep in thought, wondering "Where can we walk?"
He's distraught 'cause he knows that there is nowhere to go,
And it does no good to tell them, they'll just say "I told you so."
An homage to retro music with ghetto blaster, records and cassettes mixed with a bit of 'old skool' graffiti and a few other quirky characters. Marker pens on paper.
