rheannone: Artificial gold was pouring out onto the cobblestone street, exposing me and the graffiti to the world.
rheannone: It's one of the only places filled with people lonlier than me.
rheannone: Are you ready to be liberated from this sad, side, city street?
rheannone: Brooklyn, Ladies and Gentlemen
rheannone: Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not sleep.
rheannone: Out with the old, in with the new.