when is the last time i slept. it's hard to remember. it's hard to forget. with all the sparks flying inside and outside of my eyes. and you show up at the door at 7:14 in the morning. before there was a night with the neurotic. and a night with red wine at diners. and wooden tables and street corners. plots. and. plans.
visually similar to pots and pans. intended? intentions. was it?
i am so fucking tired. and the light only comes from the right. i can't wake up screaming anymore.
so all we need is good lighting. four cameras. and four bottles.
right. let's get to it. it. i.t.
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