It's all rather impossible

I don't know about any of it. The way you are. I hate it when couples come into Interweb places and get pissed off they can't have 2 computers next to each other. I SAW YOU...at the Clap Your Hands Say Indie gig. You had red shiny beads on. I had red beads on too. This was an actual ad. This is the way the world is. You're born with shaggy hair. You can fuck. You have a functioning penis. You like Dido. You will of course become a degreed person. You WILL have a gap year. People like you flamboyantly. You drink free trade Pinot Grigio etc. How can you fall into this pattern? In comparison to you I am not a human being. You should try being on your own. No shaggy person has ever experienced a night on their ain. Even when I was thinner I couldn't bear to be normal. There are times when I can't stand you all and your winning ways. The way it all fits. The way things just happen. The way you like Euros Childs. The way you go to The Scottish Hobo Society. The way you like what The Country Teasers stand for. The way you will only shag stylised geeks. It seems to be the case that this is the most fanciable of all the styles at play in todays pop scene. Individuality as represented by smoking jackets. It's a given to say I don't understand. At times I wish I did. But not always.