Blind Dull Sobriety

The festivities began per usual this quadrupled-eve weekend.

Costume: Self-Conscious Werewolf

Then, I became so many different things to so many different people. The coordination of the night collapsed continuously, but structuring the pace of the evening is as sweet as jamming out or having an orgasm.

The reflection keeps fading, and there's no real rush to navigate the outgoing disasters to the trenches of some war.