la ville de ma grande mère
how can twenty four hours sometime slip into days? i mean, it feels like a lifetime when i feel this way.
do you remember that time you held freshly fried bacon underneath my nose?
yes, it is sickening.
different sensitivities at different points in the spacetime.
i had many years in the larval stage.
you've inherited some tribal qualities, i see.
alongside whatever makes the world turn.
money.
and the masses.
lastnight, everyone was drunk.
but hey, it was free beer, who's complaining?
i sucked it down with stamina.
we filled the night.
we staggered off like the king and queen of the land.
i vaguely remember wanting to burn the place to ashes.
you were curled up like a coward in the corner.