Dionysus on the Runway (Palo Alto bars)

Tacking up their smiles in hopes of a mail-in rebate.  Painting themselves and dangling themselves in front of the liars, swinging back and forth.  Doubts whitewashed with a nod to the beat.  That never-ending song.  It's not everything else, it's you, dear lonely, lost dancer.  In your head, it's you.  Drink Sprite, Play Again.  "Leave now," it said, "and don't come back unless you have less of your self."

I was scared by watching this group of girls do nothing but take pictures of themselves all night.

"It ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices

That come knocking and tapping in Christmas wrapping

Saying ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin

Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow

Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry

When you can't even sense if they got any insides." 

-Bob Dylan