This room has been a witness to millionaire nights spent smoking cigarette after cigarette searching for the perfect experimental expression. These eyes have walls that barricade any other activity that might disrupt the next commodity of the century. The day is almost upon for tra-la-la and New Year’s bah but nothing will change, nothing at all.
Fall high fall low, the curtains have raised for a sold out show.
Tonight the air tastes solid under my feet but the dew has not rolled in to moisten.