Ping-pong-town

and then always these fucking lasagnas smelling, pouring with sugar and old grease and three minutes ago I stared into a rats sliced testicles trying to remain sane and focus focus focus because it all comes down to this and outside time passes by and becomes good old ones while the fat lady behind the counter throws my lunch at me and a chinese lady runs like an animal to pick up the ping-pong balls her four-year-old son smashes all over the room how I adore this woman