spaghetti microchips
I sit at a table at a classy restaurant eating a plate of spaghetti. Instead of meatballs, the spaghetti has a bunch of microchips all mixed in with it.
Across from me sits a red-haired woman. She's actully quite attractive. She's singing to herself, a Van Morrison song.
One by one, she pulls long pins out of her hair, and sticks them in her eyeballs.