“ Punker, what's compassion for a world this far gone? The streets don't give a fuck. It's a bummer, your care slides down its target like beads of rain on rock. There's no aquifer for any shit like thi… Noah Wareness
“ The patches are the stories. Hold onto that. And the muddy zigzag of ducktape against the cracked doorglass. There's four kids who sleep here, a nuff for the fingers on each otherses hands. There's ro… Noah Wareness
“ You know how long's the universe. It's seven million freeways side by side. You know how high. So high the moon just falls. But little punks, you still know the hardcore of the universe. It's cause yo… Noah Wareness
“ They say your hardcore's not yours, and it's not fate. Nobody's gonna tell you what shit like that means. Noah Wareness
