The quilted euphoria of a tea party with cups filled with Whiskey to keep our demons alive. Inviting them out to play like mad hatters who need a dose of adrenaline. Fantasizing on the has been, thoughts fill the cookie jars, like what if? Stumbling on the upsetting colour of the chaos of everything beautiful, striving for a persona that is tumbling on the outskirts of trivial errors, it's happening. The sadness of monarchy and the tea has run warm but we sip the bubbling wrath of everything this intoxication will bring the party goers
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