Sparkly little xmas horns are blaring their nasal toot. The streets have people pouring all over them. Flesh shiny with sweat. Girls in short everything. Plump bottoms. Rosy faces with darting eyes. Self-built for sex. Practising, trying to find a rich husband. Life is peculiar. I feel like like the wrong puzzle piece in my black dress with sleeves to the elbows, just long enough to cover my track marks. Smoky stalls with meat cooking, bright stall after stall trying to yell the loudest. Cheap, cheap cheap. I may as well, it's only ten bucks. Oh it's twenty? Well it's only twenty bucks. Quick, buy that thing you hate, it won't be here on Monday. Spend to spend time. Fill the void. You know you want something, you just don't know what.