This song is like someone pouring a cherry slush into my ears. I have to remember to tip the cab
driver extra for the ambiance. What am I talking about I’m not paying for shit. I step in a puddle on
purpose and go up or down some stairs. People try to talk about my condition but I’m not having it.
My human condition. This sofa is like made out of the skin of the gods. I’m thinking chill wave but
it looks like it’s candy rock or bust. At this point I’m basically picking the song I want to get date
raped to. I’ve got time to kill. My phone is a tether to the world I don’t need so I let it fall over the
balcony. I let everything fall to the floor like an empire. This is without doubt my greatest triumph.