Underground

I found a place where dark is light and light is dark, where things are formless and vultures and owls are as common as a cat or a dog.
Where the normal people don’t want to go and where the people who live there are happy, everyone is friendly and polite…a community of friends.
They are alive they are awake while the rest of the world is asleep.
They´re underground, deep in you…where trucks unload happiness every morning before opening up to the public.
When you´re down, look up and see the happiness underground, the beauty of decadence.
Underground, see all the boys on the square all the rain dogs in the sewer, all the whisky flowing through you´re body all the weight that you gain in your head…that makes the strings of the guitar echo in the entire world, you don’t feel anything you don’t want to feel anything, you´re happy...underground.

Free choice causing troubles
Freeway causing troubles


We´re going down down down.





Yours sincerely...............Kid_d