( From hating tension, no pension, to more than one dimension from starving for attention, hating pretention, hating convention, not to mention of course, hating dear old mom and daaad )
(To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits, to fruits, to no absolutes. To absolute, to choice, to the village voice, to any passing fad. To being an us for once, instead of a THEM!
LA VIE BOHEME!)