when you think about how often it all goes wrong again and again you begin to look at the walls and yearn to stay inside because the streets are the same old movie and the heroes all end up like old movie heroes: fat ass, fat face and the brain of a lizard.
it’s no wonder that a wise man will climb a 10,000 foot mountain and sit there waiting living off of berry bush leaves rather than bet it all on two dimpled knees that surely won’t last a lifetime and 2 times out of 3 won’t remain even for one long night.
mountains are hard to climb. thus the walls are your friends. learn your walls.
what they have given us out there in the streets is something that even children get tired of.
stay within your walls. they are the truest love.
build where few others build. it’s the last way left.