Clubs are weird places. Another place I’ve never felt truly comfortable. I think again it’s a feeling of thinly masked excuses and reasons in an attempt to throw away one’s morals. Perhaps that’s a bit harsh. To forget them. That’s better perhaps.
The sound is loud. The lights act in inverse. That is, I feel as [...]
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It really doesn’t mean much anymore. After you talk about a thing for so long it ceases to have the inherent manner and meaning invested in it from the time it was a child as you ran along the beach, with your swimsuit falling off because you were so skinny and never let me tie [...]
