IMYBIKE

Lock up your daughters and throw away the keys. No more harsh noise that will make your ears bleed. Maybe we're the worst kind of mankind or maybe were the best. It's because our minds wont rest until the sea is so calm it reflects the sky perfectly. No money, gone! No equipment, gone! maybe this is a better chance than ever or maybe this is our worst shot yet. No organization and i predict another thousand spontanious moments created as a result of feeling like we're owed some time. We are the youth and the youth will always know best. We havent quite lost what makes us tick and we haven't quite sold our selves to the world. We're in Limbo with a name that's cursed. We're in Limbo with a thousand ideas and no paper. I think its time we quit conforming and do it the way we did before.



Peace and love IMB