It’s mostly a Friday night thing, but today happens to be Tuesday, so doors open at midnight. Come thru, forever. The party continues are max intensity. What remains consistent is the Chaos Magic surrounding that energy. Like it’s all over your body and dancing like a maniac —like— like, this isn’t coming off: move quicker! Remember, “Look what I can do?” Yes, do that. Sorcery with level-up intensity through nearly an our of familiar and alien sounds, abby cooks up a light-night/early-morning concoction with enough energy to bring you back to life four or five or six times. Live free. Die hardest.
Most importantly, let this all sink in. 2017 has been a wonderful year for music. My mom compliments her food, and never describes the taste. For examples: “This dish looks wonderful,” “These greens are very nice,” or “Those onions are sliced delightfully.” But everyone still always replies with a *shrug emoji* for a face, there-after. Fuck it day-trip to Florida that turns out in bad credit, a three-month Air BnB lease, a mattress full of reefer, and —idunno— maybe during this time you started gathering neck tattoos of your favorite scenes from The Matrix movies, only In my own way, and I love to share a laugh. Never fall asleep again until you do, so let Chaos Magic to the trick:
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