faded names on bruised knuckles

crispy old music to drown out the always-on furnace. i don't even LIKE this band. scary new bike to tempt fate, kill the world's concerns. dissatisfaction is yesterday's headline; we've moved on. today everything is bright and shiny, money is hated and disposable, the cold is welcome, and the bracelets have multiplied. food is for peasants and sleep is for me. once you've got AA batteries and rubber boots, what more is there?