Where should I go?

The person there, she didn't understand.
And she outright expressèd her frustration.
What is her job then? Neither a fluoxetine-prescriber,
A neither housedrawing-instructor, then for what?
It's pointless and weird.

To me who thought this would be anything.

Do metros have a quota for unpleasants with mental retardation?

A beach with these faux-tropical stands, I should hate them.

To burn for someone...

That palm tree is of plastic.
A mockery of me and Love herself.