“Toffee, these are my friends.”
That perm was a candle, an electrical abortion-- at once unfolding like the nerves of a rose and forming the epicenter of a Szechuan garden. We eyed it, the color of overlapping colors, as it went utterly
Delphic.
We all know:
we are telling you that we do not like your inverted pyramid.
We know this all

from footage foraged.