We are making out with boys we are simply uninterested in. Causalities, mirages, glimmering opportunities. Opportunities, just simply so. Kaleidoscope medleys. Convenience, convenience, convenience. It's always fucking about convenience. Ignoring our wants, succumbing to our acceptability. Much better than average. Much better than just so. It's all warped, this way of living. Let's raise the stakes. Let's take advantage of the fact that we are young. Young and in control of our destiny. Turn this boat around I want out.