*Theories of Shopping* pink camouflage skitters about plasitc nature constant groping leads to my cesspool steely eyes dart around the brush yearning for that one unaffected piece mimed and strung a proverbial wasteland sugar air singes her fragile youth hunting my grounds stalking my goods the beast finds her nourishment a tangle of pastel ornamentations violet and grey swings from her hands sighs of absolution flee her chewed lips as the beasts asks "mommy can I have this?"SAJ-03/00-
Wot's it about?
It was just a assignment for class, inspired by my mall job.