when I was new in this town I used to walk alot at nights in the streets around my new neighbourhood. So much actually that i got to know every building and every lighted window in a pretty big radius around my house. The street lamps were amusing, as I'm sure they were to all the old dwellers of this midnight town with all their bugs flying around them. I heard someone say that this is Israeli life.

now I'm old enough to beg to differ. There's no neighbourhood, there's just one whole dark town.

There was a window i saw in a tall building that i remember in particular, because it showed me a ceiling covered with the Canadian and American flags. I could just automatically assume that the resident, owned at least one guitar And liked Guns and Roses.

In the shadows of corrupted politics, in the paths of people life rises to the level of neon, a line that decorates the town, adding so much. with the words of wiser people, there's no need to hide anything.

"Works of faith and soul Aint got nothin' at all Hey you down there fuckers Wake up and greet a new midnight."

"And I take a deep breath And I get real high And I say hey! I say HEY! HEY what's going on?"

And everybody knows just a little more than me, because i didn't like that. As I came to a curve in the street, I found a happy rebellion. They were all rushing in the streets, To see a concert in the park, my invented life I was excited. With their inferior Rock N' Roll education Running teenagers in the dark, disappearing in little shadows made by the meeting of building and pavement. In these very pavements I used to walk on.

Nice boys "Don't play Rock N' Roll".

A local singer doing a very succeful number, collapsing on the stage, a commercial for hot chocolate in the rain, a man in black leather with a saxophone, telling me of the city with no stopping, the lights were all too tall for me then.

Commercial...

"you see, children? it's good to rebel"

And the windows were all yawning out to me Laughing at the choices i made And the fear of death And the happiness of television

And as i walked around the streets, i'd see the children of the night. trusted into art and comic books. Knives and leather. and the beauty of solitude. a sculpture made of knives, the art of murder, or: the murder for purpose of art. (-think of Munch's gory flows and waves around a crying black hair and white face of a head)

cartoons...

Heavens fall and angels bleed purple of filth all over the grey buildings, from the friction, and they looked at the town from high up and laughed to welcome a new age. laughed, at everyone working hard and bleeding. For they see not what they spill their juices for. -Look at me!

The ceiling with the flags, the street lights the chocolate and the rain, The Leather and the knives and the commercials and the night, All come back now, as history does, As I walk in the same streets i used to then.. Below the window with the flags, (they aint there anymore, though) Lay at the side, waiting to overflow, Like there was no Oedyphus for Thebes, Like no Ninjas in Tokyo's darkest alleys, Lke No reptiles in the sewers. Our sweres. And now there's no more use in walking around the streets for hours, Because now I am forever a child of the night.