evertything is GOOD FOR A LITTLE brown BOY, BUT THEN THEY KILLED THE LAMB and SOMETHING INSIDE ME DIED THAT DAY TOo. SOMETHING INSIDE ME GREW, AND THIS FILTHY SIN CITY I CALL HOME HAS GIVEN ME SOILDBEDS TO GROW MY PAINS. HOW DOES a DIRTY bipolar queer EXIST IN AMERICA? OH GOD, IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ALIVE? A NEVER ENDING EXPOSE OF MY FAILURES, LOSSES, AND WINS… EVIDENCE OF HUMAN EXISTENCE.. or… MAYBE BLEUTRASH IS the ANSWER FOR ALL MY SHITTY EXPERIENCES.. LIFE'S NO GOOD TO AN IMMIGRANT CHILD ANYWAY.