we think that metrosexuals are dangerous creations of the gods and the abberations
lost in a sea of seasickness with hair, trendy clothing wearing the thing that they saw that others weren't wearing because we believed that we could be a word inside of waves of people thinking we were the same alone amongst the strangers feeling our bodies and touching our faces as if they knew us for a long way long time coming along fine growing along lines shaped by our predessesors that became before we were ever coming along in a cardboard shaped box-like creations that our children made out of our hatian cousins living on the island house that sits in the middle of the radio village that doesn't care if we all get along because it thinks we try to touch each other in that plutonic and oh so familiar way as if we were all once slaves to the same creator which we weren't because we were too busy masturbating in the leaves and poison ivy with oaken staves of backed up sinks and worthless dregs that we left behind in a million ways to be kind i think we should give up without slaying each other, just give in to relaxation and kindness and sharing and letting go what possessions you possess even souls of other people that don't belong to you and couldn't ever be your toys... to have toys