Interestingly enough, a city filed with intoxicating dress, yes, I like the chucks and baggy pants, no I do not wear it myself, but I appreciate the look, with the Giants hat, let me write you a vignette, techies tools talking bout tacky office gossip and girls they will never ****, bahaha and iPods ipods iPods fueling a sweet melody for the ride in boxcar boxcar. Yas yad yas
People going to and from work , quieter, contemplative, examining their tax returns, the hat pulled down straight
people, ticking, tocking, the images of content, staring up with amusement, the people talk of beer, of business, in seriousness, the pamphlets, the trends, counters, crawlers, beggars, in solitude, all of them
have
lovers, insecurities, mal adaptations, taking the drug that says that the life is alright, and thats alright
the little town looks so real to them, they, use the crosswalk, they, stop at the red stop sign, they, don't make eye contact, because their purpose is
to purpose, their purpose is their power lunch, a power lunch, of a sandwich, what of a sanwhich? and what does that have to do with the urban life?
the power meal, designed with purpose, for purpose, in chairs that are made for rain, in intersections made for walking, in red lights made for stopping
and aliens must be amused, by the order, the roots must be...facinating
