How I'm feeling, don't such questions for I might just lie to your face,
breaking hopes of expectations and crush the satisfaction of humiliation.
I'll write in quiet, dignified ignorance and paint pretty pictures
as you rant and rave, calling for wild beasts to rise and strike.
I'll shrug you off like rain sweeping off a glinting bike.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otMPmJsgfzA

You expect the surreal?
Then take my hand,
walk on burning glass.
Shoe gaze dance the night
as the boogeymen fight.
Short bursts of elation,
fuck sex on the dancefloor!
Enjoy your epiphany!