You’re in Tokyo, Japan! Go out and have fun! Go see Shibuya!
what I said to the band, in the hotel room, before going out and discovering a secret passage way beyond the dumpster behind the alley where my eyes turned yellow and I became possessed by Magneto.
Notes from a dream.
You’re a great musician; you don’t deserve to live under these conditions.
said the short-haired blonde to me, before disappearing down the stairs and emerging with a video trailer she made.
Notes from a dream.
