Here youwe are, the Glazed Kids. Youwe are an enabler of creative action, through wordsays, musick, artë, and photopix. Youwe's life is a work in progress.
Youwe are always taking sumbissions - for future zine features, for your own future collaborations with other starry-eyed glazed kids.
Anything sumbitted to the Glazed Kid will appear here, in this shitchute of sorts. This stream is the raw material, ready to be molded into a future.
Youwe are always taking sumbissions - for future zine features, for your own future collaborations with other starry-eyed glazed kids.
Anything sumbitted to the Glazed Kid will appear here, in this shitchute of sorts. This stream is the raw material, ready to be molded into a future.
Here I no longer have to sleep alone
Here we bask in the beautiful weather
Here we enjoy ten lifetimes together
Here I have somebody to call my own
This is the place where my father won’t die
This is the place where our children will learn
This is the place where we won’t need an urn
This is the place where you won’t have to cry
We’ll build a house and we won’t need a loan
We’ll make it a place for a family to grow
We won’t have debt. Only you will I owe
Whatever you want, please call it your home
This place will be real. This place will be ours
We’ll build it together under the stars
by Settling Son
