CherriCola's Clan

"It's been twelve years since the four-man banger cell gave their colors to end B.L.I's white cries. They called themselves Killjoys. Today the guns don't sound the same, the colors that we now buy, and the clothes are all the wrong size... yet we call ourselves Killjoys. Empty spaces. Lost traces. Battery City races. Getting taller as our desert-- smaller. Dreams. Visions. Suicide missions. Anniversaries are lies if we forget why the confetti flies. This morning, before the mask hides your eyes and last night's blood dries, before the bodies at the roadside rise, send your thoughts to the sky in hopes that their memories weren't taken along with their lives--"

-The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys