she was hungry so hungry she was trying to think clear she kept opening the fridge door looking at the mustard and the beer then finally she went out into the rain carrying her bicycle chain and her feet worked the pedals while her appetite steered after that she just followed her nose and fate is not just whose cooking smells good but which way the wind blows she laid down in her party dress and never got up needless to say she missed the party she just got sad then she got stuck she was wincing like something brittle trying hard to bend she was numb with the terror of losing her best friend but we never see things changing we only see them ending and some vicious whispering voice keeps saying you have no choice you have no choice cuz when i look at you i squint you are that beautiful and my pussy is a tractor and this is a tractor pull i m haunted by my illicit explicit dreams and i can t really wake up so i just drift in between thinking the glass is half empty and thinking it s not quite full the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride try to hit the brakes and you slide and you slide and you slide