No Destination

Being the only one in here, I believe she just tried to seduce me. This is the perfect place. The décor suggests it missed out on the last few decades. But its all business as usual. They don’t notice a damn thing about the world around them. Because for them life is perfect, trapped within avacado green, orange and red. This is the ideal atmosphere for the most depressed scum of the city, and tonight I’m one of them. I already know all the answers are wrong. Who can tell me if it’s true or not. Everyone has come to the conclusion to fuck with my head. Possibly because they know what this is capable of. Or maybe god is still offended. This page is going nowhere…