IRC-Galleria

its too easy to buy six cans of nostalgia for a fiver. an evening of exchanged words and laughs, we fell silent to the hidden instrumental track. after a sigh or two, someone declares one for the road, and slow movements are made to avoid the bottle top ashtrays. the cd changes to saddle creek 50, and how I despise rilo kiley and cursive. in an hour or two the sun will rise and youÂ’re walking around in your underwear sweeping the shards of broken halos under the bed. I think about offering you a sip of my breakfast, but I know you're better than me.