Sunday Morning at the House of Decadence
Sunday, July 09, 2006
And the silence knows
what your silence means
and the metaphors
(as mixed as you can make them)
are linked, like days, together.
-
This is a Fire Door Never Leave Open, The Weakerthans

ViCe party last night.
Through the years, the details of past ViCe parties lose their significance. Their respective mornings after, however, have managed to retain their worth. The problem is, considering that last night was the most numb I had ever been at the House of Decadence, this particular morning after might not stick with me, and I don’t want that to happen. It doesn’t matter if last night felt so dispensable. Breakfast with old friends is still breakfast with old friends. At least, I hope it is.
posted by marguerite @ 9:55 PM
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