The Wreckoning, Pt 4
Summer in Madison, that sweet mixtgurr of several mid-ranged perfumes mingling with the grill- and waste- odors of State Street Brats. Question: Do semi-rich girls do mediocre blow in the bathroom there? I shall hopefully never know.
It is suprising, but apparently my summertime enjoyment of "the techno" is rather limited to the golden hour when sun begins to wane. I thought I would be more up on that, but I guess the icy detachedness perhaps pairs better with my winter or Spring headspace? Maybe I'm over-reading this. Maybe I just need to move to the Iberian and sweat it out. Probably I just still need a gold chain. Fix that hup, pliize.
Bing cherries keep a man sane when all he has to think about is wet bulb temps and their dastardly inconsistencies. Word is bond, I'm the eyes that's in back of your head.
It is suprising, but apparently my summertime enjoyment of "the techno" is rather limited to the golden hour when sun begins to wane. I thought I would be more up on that, but I guess the icy detachedness perhaps pairs better with my winter or Spring headspace? Maybe I'm over-reading this. Maybe I just need to move to the Iberian and sweat it out. Probably I just still need a gold chain. Fix that hup, pliize.
Bing cherries keep a man sane when all he has to think about is wet bulb temps and their dastardly inconsistencies. Word is bond, I'm the eyes that's in back of your head.
posted by Quincy Hoist at 9:10 PM
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