The Key of Joy is Disobedience.

Introduction.

A lifetime of struggle quickly tattooed itself upon the cerebral skin. And in a peculiar way, we all surrendered to our pain in order to shake the ground with roaring bursts of laughter.

We drew pictures on the concrete with eachother's blood; poking fun at the futility of it all. Nobody dared to take that moment from us, it was our true graduation party. There inside our warm little bubble, we were truly able to snap free. There was no room for judgement, love was horribly obese inside that circle of freaks.

Our head above the heavens -- our feet below the hells.