Theres sludge on your shoes. Its turning them green who left the tap on? Were in the basement, and its dripping up from the floor whats that about? Brightens the place up a bit though.

Its too wet in here. Lets take a long, low ride let the cool air seal the party emulsion across our faces as we roll down the windows to let the smoke out. The street lights flicker across you like an 808. You draw on the bass and breathe out the breaks.

The boots full of this sludge. Were going to have to offload it. Theres no way wed get it back across the border with our shoes in this state.

Stopped at the lights. Somethings leaking.

A lone searchlight and an ill-advised turn.

The back road dreadnought.

One fly-tipped fridge humming at 62 Hz.

Angles, barbed and brilliant, thrown at the problem.

Everything melts eventually.

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