themidnightcafe☂ and then they woke up and realized the entire century was a template and breeding ground for fakers. they poured out whatever they were drinking. they sat around on roman couches and siberian rugs, rubbing their eyelids, smoking pixie sticks and never feeling the same.

I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.