raisa-allin
sayton:

The red light in the afterparty bathroom. Doesn’t the red light lend itself to the ambiance? The ambiance when you snort the brown sugar looking bathsalts your guy swore was the best MDMA in the city. That 50$ bill you rolled up and and shoved into your pocket has become an accordion. As you unfurl it in the Tim Horton’s line ( 7:30Am ) it plays a song. A silent anthem about your failure.

sayton:

The red light in the afterparty bathroom. Doesn’t the red light lend itself to the ambiance? The ambiance when you snort the brown sugar looking bathsalts your guy swore was the best MDMA in the city. That 50$ bill you rolled up and and shoved into your pocket has become an accordion. As you unfurl it in the Tim Horton’s line ( 7:30Am ) it plays a song. A silent anthem about your failure.