the fucked up drama

and I bet it'll be a nice play. better than yours, anyways.
smoke, non-conversations, stupid air and the brightness of the low-budget smile. the whole philosophy of non-living stands before me every time I try not to steer. we can shoot it right here, between the two light bulbs. leave the camera on, get out of there, meet me on the top floor. your imagination will stop at fucking me. then you will want to smoke. wait.

[şaptişpe mood is overlapping. leave me here tonight]