I'm thinking Chinese food today. Styro foam boxes to the brim. YOu'll tell me "I'm the master with chopsticks" But I watch your fingers fumble and the food fall back to the plate. But I didn't see, don't worry I didn't see. If you're worried that I'm not impressed, I'M EASILY AMUSED. It's been a problem since I can remember. But have you ever really looked long and hard at the bugs crawling up the branch, then think "where are they going and what is the point of getting there?" They have no destination, just go when going with the flow is the only way to survive. 'Cause these days people pride themselves on being different. Pink hair, purple toes, and tie dyed hippie shirts across your chest. You will never feel the flow that our Abercrombie and fitch society will set at your feet. Surpassing their path for strange looks on the street. It's such a turn on in your torn up beat down lepeord print converses. while wrists weighed down in bracelets and spikes. You were spit out from the Gap, that is if you ever fell in. "Girl put your free spirit away, no one knows how to handle your style." POint 'n' stare, stare 'n' point.Up the stairs, the stairs, the stares. I love it. Cut up material, cloth sewn to shirts, rip torn you put this on my body. I'm so fucking cool becuase I like to be a poseur for different. .Fuck Me. The Clash, flash back to bedrooms made of dull colors and the smell of things I can't understand. "where are you going? And what is the point of going there?" "I'm in the mood for chinese food."