72nd. Street: Digital. Style.

Wednesday, June 29

Got no time for your philosophies,
got no time for your theories.

OFF WITH YOUR FACE!

Esther: You were my little baby girl and I knew all your fears. Such joy to hold you in my arms and kiss away your tears. But now you're gone. There's only pain and nothing I can do. And I don't want to live this life if I can't live for you.