Lost in a Foreign, Empty Strip Mall Parking Lot, I was cold and alone. Holding My Christmas Wrapping Paper, I realized that I am not pretty enough to get abducted, my bad. I read the transit schedule incorrectly, horizontally. No One thought me Old Enough to Bother Jeering at me, Cars Zipping Past. It’s okay. I am here ON LEAVE, TWO DAY PASS, REST AND RELAXATION… Before I RETURN to WORK AS A DAMNED ANGEL IN HELL.
Even in Madness, the World Seemed Without Limits. Dancing Together.. Inebriated in Love (lust).