i'm sitting on my roof, feels like i am wasting my youth, smoking some forgotten element. going out tonight, what am i to expect? a deafening amnesty in a hazy room: vodka erupts. pass out on a prehistoric couch splattered with floral. i like how you sway from the customary; deviant! i'm an absurd dancer, but you want everything. we're just so organic. My imagination is swelling, creativity unfolding. i feel like a lover. whose? not quite sure. why does it matter, dissolve in lust. but hurry, the fogs beginning to clear.