They worried themselves silly for the sake of sleeping in on the joke of a Job and watching the world turn anyway — this state of reachable inebriation when
“We all seem utterly interested in reinvesting ourselves in just another night out on the TiLeS..” When all merry little manly smiles and hotly tipped CoNveRsAtiOnS with
All the wrong kinds of worrisome women take plACE.. maybe… probably… “most definitely(!)” We seem
To have perfectly… ahem paralysed our evening time minds again for a Midnight feast at the table of “eat, eat… E-A-T(!!)” yourselves merry+and+happy yet again please // however sleazy we feel, we may as well meet each other at the
Smothered middle
