the silk screening said that we are the casualties of architects. i asked what it meant. the author just glared and said, "I don't know." but i'm lost. i'm lost. i can't find my home. and i can't sleep. and i can't sleep. i just keep laying there cold. just praying to some god that i don't know. he owes me money. and i can't find a way out. but i still dream of beautiful colors and picturesque scenes. but i still dream that i smile.