pretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.

Gerard and Frank are on the same page in the beginning, but as they grow closer, feelings start to change, and hearts become broken.

"Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds. It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an Exterminator, that went all Costa Rica, and uh, got themselves ghosted. Dusted out on Route Guano." A pencil dropped to the ground, and there was silence. It lasted a few seconds, Fun Ghoul staring at Party Poison from across the garage until he spoke. "What a cruel fucking joke." He hissed.

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

Set after One Day <--- read first. Frank records his last video for Gerard.