Stop time!
someone stop time, please!
What I do at 4 am to dance in an empty room full of candles and just finished bottles.
And because this music? And why me?
And 'one of the rarest species. Come directly from Madagascar. Keeps them in a cardboard box with two holes on the cover. They are just below the bottles of beer. Would never imagine that they're there.
The corridor is full of people. People who smoke, racing, making love. The corridor is full of beer, too. But that remains there, on the floor, and our socks.
do not know why it has all those plants in your room. And then that box. The box of insects. I do not know. But make good music. Keep moving, swinging like a madman, without any reason. And the more I go on, the more my perceptions come back clear. And already I can feel the smells, the sweat, beer, cheese Norwegian (always!).
And from my room I can still hear the bass that make me ring the guts.
I look around. I am alone. What happened to the beer, the sweat, the Norwegian cheese?
And your socks broken?
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