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Limo. Limousine. That expensive looking car that everybody wants to ride in at least once before they die. Don't know if that's even true actually. My younger sister once stole a champagne glass from a Limo a friend had rented once, they considered it a great adventure.
Minty fresh. Peppermint tea, steaming throughout your system as you breath, as sharp a a breath of cold crisp air from a winter day. Making each taste of air a different experience, a new taste. The experience of a smell.
Tempted. So tired, to sleep. The wishful thinking to just fuck it and quit. Who says it needs to be handed in on time... Oh, thought of sleep.
I remember when I was young enough to use bandana as a belt, little to old to do that now. I wore one for the first time in ages the other day too. Useful things...
Lights that hurt your eyes. The fake ones, not quite the same as tungsten lamps, or natural lights.
I used to sing in a choir once, it was very interesting. The word chorus made me think of it. Haven't sung with them in years, wonder how they're doing... Ah, well. Time goes on.
Deadbolt, a thick bar. Makes me think of the Frankenstein monster and the bolts in his neck... I never saw that movie, read the book one time in highschool. Man, that was awhile ago. Frankenstein, huh?
The beginning of the movie, before the intro even plays, is one of my favorite parts of the experience of the theater. It's like the drumroll before the curtain goes up, a tidbit, a taste.
A crossing of lines, an inbetween place. That moment in a time where two paths cross and continue. A space of meeting, a spot.
Luxurious, is relaxing. Laying in bed longer than normal. Sleeping in late, and pretending the day is morning until the sun goes down. Pajamas all day long. Relaxation, time is a luxury.