Late Nights into Early Evenings. Midnight and the Maiden bubbling on metal above the Candle Lit Glow. BBQ EEL and Rice beat out Catfish with a smile. Camels and affiliated Flannels dressed a chainsaw of enamels breathing in the darkest streets of Kowloon's Walled City pulsing infernal samples. Chinatown Fair and the Itoshi kids hustled night into night over the 3rd Impact. till there was IV and now Super Quatro. Tastier than steamed dumpling. Something my way and subterranean like the tunnels of Doyer Street. Filthiest and best dressed since Essex and Delancey and sincere dearest contempt from Manhattan to The Tattooed Mom. East Broadway still lives in the New Century 2000 for only a $20 toll. Starving Oxen under the forefinger and slaughtered lambs is more than just a bar. Pressing the pause on a respirator analogue 8. I sit and exhale cigarette smoke in the shape of kanji encompassing the above and below without being a square. Fear is the Mind Killer, Late Nights is the buffet. -SamHaiNe (O-Ren Ishi) a4b!~/Midnight Kids/KC.93 I am Poet, Misanthrope, and Blue-Collar