I’m not in the mood tonight, just want to let you know where I stand. Aint nothing gonna happen between us so see my stonewall eyes stare back into your fires and know that these rocks won’t burn, barely even char. Chalk this steely countenance up to decades of abstinence and a renewed interest in kava tea. But too much kava turns the volume down on surround sound system covering every wall with woofers tweeters speakers pounding kicks of desire the hit single from “newfound confidence.” Whatsapp turns the volume back up and bros out rager plur bassnectar fanboy glowstick snapping toxic party ooze. Whip it around and sweet dreams baby darling doll face honey quote stolen from band of skulls pre-disco. It’s just me myself and I solo ride on till I die humming Macklemore in Southeast Asia like it really speaks to me and I’ve heard it several times already so it must be fate. To whom do I owe the pleasure? Yes ma’am, I’ll hold you tight but I’m not in the mood tonight.
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