I saw a group of punksi saw a group of punks, theirbacks laid on the chairs of the bus going to oblivion. With tossed hair filled with coloured spray, i wondered what the hell is wrong with them. I saw one of the punks, his hair was a mess, with gel put in like three quarters full, and more just for the heck of it. His lips was broken red, with lines of the perpentual death, but there was something in his eyes that told a story nobody wanted to hear. He held his bag, and watch the skies, on the bus, he heard his friends laugh and cry, but all he did was stare into the silence that confronted him in his own heavenly dream. Then like the actor of carabet, he had eyeliner written like shapes of Mysterious crop circles, round and round and irregular like the peaks of Himalayas. It was scary to say the least, and all of us held on and tried not to stare. On his side, he had a dress. fluffy green, with lacey sides, and a ribbon in the middle like medival princesses. Pirates of the carribean came to my mind, where Kiera Knightly wore something that looked like it. But i shook the thought away, as something shocking happened right before my eyes. His hand slowly slid into the sleeves, and as i watched, from the corner of my eye, (surely you do understand why), i was laughing at the ridiculous ways, and the amount of embarassement that he would get. As the bus chug on into the rising dawn, the punk begun the process of wearing the dress. Funny thing is, he was already wearing clothes. Dark black shirt with black denim jeans, i bet then he even wore black underwear. Like time going into slow motion, i watched in horror as he continued to wear the dress, then a crazy thought came into my head. I thought they were terrorists, going to blow us all apart with their eccentricities. I saw a group of punks. And they looked rather weird. My mum told me, son, they are disturbed people, with piercings everywhere, and they do nothing but stare. They are misfits in this society, but they are loved one another. Like doves on the night sky, they will stick out and be so present, they arent doves actually. For doves dont fly at night. I saw a group of punks, and took in all the details. Mum, can i be like them one day? Justin ranted at 9:43:00 am on the |