a coffee – steamed to brittle perfection
a pretty little lady – dressed to make it all appear rather alarmingly wonderful
a man – disarmed enough to suck on this woodbine light / charm comes on crazy akin to Jimmy D trippin’ the light
surround yourself right the way out ’till you break your necks for the shutter-speed conversation – this is what they mean when they say to live like it’s your very last day on earth
sensationalise everything and at envious pace – passersby will know nothing but to loath right by your entire existence
will kneel and simply dream of wishing for the exact same over
again and again and a dreamed for gain