I've sort of conjured up some sort of meaning, except it's really hazy and weird in places, and everyone probably assumed what I'm gonna say.
The narratorish guy is something of a mean guy, praying that certain people die. He sympathizes with the Skinheads (most likely implying the racist neo-Nazis), seeing that they're not accepted (they have to come out at night because everyone's out in the day), and he goes out bowling with them. Once they're there, there are several stereotypes/racist remarks about bowling lanes (all look the same, got big lanes), which is a pretty funny metaphor itself. Later, he has a dream in which he's in bed with a person in some ultimate race (plastic meaning apparent perfection in people-- big stretch, I know), and then says that the "you" is really nothing, it's just the body with skin color/etc, nothing deeper... or something.
So yeah, I'm saying it's about getting pulled into racist philosophy and making fun of racism in essence.
I've sort of conjured up some sort of meaning, except it's really hazy and weird in places, and everyone probably assumed what I'm gonna say.
The narratorish guy is something of a mean guy, praying that certain people die. He sympathizes with the Skinheads (most likely implying the racist neo-Nazis), seeing that they're not accepted (they have to come out at night because everyone's out in the day), and he goes out bowling with them. Once they're there, there are several stereotypes/racist remarks about bowling lanes (all look the same, got big lanes), which is a pretty funny metaphor itself. Later, he has a dream in which he's in bed with a person in some ultimate race (plastic meaning apparent perfection in people-- big stretch, I know), and then says that the "you" is really nothing, it's just the body with skin color/etc, nothing deeper... or something.
So yeah, I'm saying it's about getting pulled into racist philosophy and making fun of racism in essence.