self-assured and blissful after so much booze and food, the fresh new lush staggered into the kitchen, assessed the scene and flipped off the trio of high-watt bulbs above the sink.
"that's what we do to lights around here!" he cackled and grinned, a slice of absurd honeydew. his mouth felt like a desert, the mouth of some 1930s goofball fiend. a plastic bottle of water from the fridge.
typing it out he became aware of the kaufman tense confusion and cognitive story-telling unfolding before him and let such easy foolishness grip him that he sent a weakly metaphor-laced message to a woman friend he admired.
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