The wraiths of pop music flirting with tacky wall decorations. Unhooded eyes haloing slightly-bruised lips. Reliving the distant memory of compelling conversations, tucked deep in the recesses of public lounge furniture. The pleasant binaurals of a friendly ping-pong match, without pretension. White strains of tea, stained black in a suspect mason jar. Black raspberry bitters fermenting in a cabinet. Tiny vats of milkiness, ladled into an endless stream of waiting mouths. Sapphire blue nails filed into points. The etched beauty of cherry blossoms, just because. Flirtations with laughter. A joy long-missing in the detritus of Matrix zombies.
12:11 p.m. - 2021-08-13
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