SELL MY DRESS AND BUY A USED BIKE

I HAVE BEEN PICKING AT THE SAME SCAB ON MY KNEE FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS. I AM COMPLETELY UNWILLING TO LETTING IT HEAL. AND THIS IS A TESTAMENT TO MY LACK LOVE AND VISION FOR THE SKIN, THE SAME SKIN THAT WAS SCARRED LAST SUMMER WHEN I FELL IN THE DESERT. IT HAPPENED TO MY LEFT LEG, WHICH INCIDENTALLY, WAS THE FAVORITE OF MY TWO LEGS. 

THE YEAR IS 2073, AND WE ARE OFFICIALLY OUT OF LICENSE PLATE NUMBERS. PROTESTING AGAINST EVERYTHING, AND EVERYTHING SEEMS TO ONLY GET WORSE. I PROTEST BY CHOOSING TO THROW UP OUTSIDE THE NICE RESTAURANT IN WILLIAMSBURG, 2PM, WHILE ON THE WAY TO MEET MY FRIEND FOR LUNCH. AND YES, THE RESTAURANT WE DECIDED TO DINE, WAS ALSO, TOO, RATHER QUITE NICE, TO WHICH, YES, I THREW UP IN, AS WELL.

HOPE IS FREE, BUT DEBT IS THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE, 

THROUGH THAT I LEARN

POOR PEOPLE ARE NOT ALLOWED NICE THINGS. 

NOT SO MUCH AS A CANDLE 

WITH THEIR DINNER.