Down at the chicken wire, stud through the nose, tongue hanging out.
In a tinfoil world the horoscope strider walks on water with a smokey
eye. Life change is back on the menu, dipped in chocolate with a
smile. A pin-up, dressed in white, feels no pain, candy-floss beneath
the surface detail. An Icon with a twist in silver nails & harlequin
heels rides a night bus sneaking through the city.