The first impression should be well formatted tight neck, pointy but masculine shoes (as if such a thing exists) (as if masculine exists) Everyone leans on their hands in an intellectual way they have practiced while fucking in front of mirrors Everyone wants to look trendy so the people with visors on double-decker buses can tell all their friends my hand, through your hand to your chest, to your feet are the only connection to the inside, evidence of my existence reassuring, yes pathetic, yes romantic? In the 50's maybe I am too ambiguous to handle grunge I crave the familiar self-loathing melodies of anyone else but me I am not unhappy something worth documenting An accomplishment in and of itself try not to move, try not to do anything at all m a k e i t l a s t