Oh PoF, what a strange scene you represent, you reduce people to being junk food. No emotional investment, no accurate representations, just racks and racks or people lined up on the shelves. We wait on the shelves indefinitely, never expiring, but occasionally going stale, and we wait.

And like that consumer someone might come along and try us out, knowing full well that we're not really good for them, not really a healthy option, but convenience is a powerful force... It allows us to overlook those healthier options, in favour of getting quick satisfaction. Whats more, like that junk food, it is so easy to reduce someone to a single serving, a fun short snack after which we can wipe our hands on our pants and forget about it, just move on til you've got the munchies again, and then its back to the rack for a new adventure.

Too bad too, I'm so sick of snacking, I need something more substantial, anyone out there whos a real dish?

OK, heres the plan: We meet somewhere, then we chat, walk a little, sit somewhere else, eat and drink something, then we sit and chat some more, walk some more, maybe smoke something, then depending on how long we did that other stuff for, walk back to the original somewhere and go home feeling something between dissapointment and sexual satisfaction.