Manifesto by E Kidd
Nothing makes me happier than this, Getting up at seven in the morning Cramming all these pencils in my bag and Smelling human shit on my commute. Ooh, is that a random piece of wood? Someone with no pants is sitting by it But it beats a thirty-dollar canvas I can’t fit that on the metro Lovely! No one’s even here and I am Forty minutes late. I … Continue reading Manifesto by E Kidd