downtown bus stop five fifteen

many coloured tiles spread broken and wide across the floor of the ceiling spelling 'avoidance of nothing' amongst the fears and gathered misunderstandings present and outlouded for dark frisky cheap beer nights seeds and stems galore amidst rock and roll grade romances as in high grade and as in many inverted crossroads all bound by music unbelievable music and unbelievabler music and sex take another look into that black and cloudy mirror highlights seen in blood red seem more ideas of light than light itself actually bold big brained and cracked suburbian wild and with less than nowhere to turn those boys and girls may have been the last of them truly outcast weirdos we really were outside worry not for once we seal it up and try to bring it in on time and under budget what light has money thrown out into the spaces it has determined terminated permanent for our pleasures and comforts to forget themselves in nice shiny glaze for our eyes thick hazy sauce for our minds thoroughly unsatisfying and most atrocious new diet for us to starve upon and then there's my hair get out my way i got stuff to do