Reversal.
I just got back from the Red Devil lounge and a hint of spice. It was a very calm bar playing caberneat, dimmed lights, and old wooden tables with matching chairs. It reminded me of a 1950's mystery movie. All that was missing was the b/w. The singer was sitting on the chair with his guitar, lights dimmed and coming from above, smoke surrounding him, and people looking on still, with one drink on one hand, moving the glass rims and plastic straws up to their mouth, only hesitate to rotate the ice on the bottom of cup.
I make decisions. Maybe those decisions are made unconciousely, or maybe I don't really think. Nevermind, its probably that I think too much and forget the decision altogether...and thats the point! That I go right through it. I mentally procrastinate. Random and has nothing really do with the Red Devil Lounge. Oh well. Screw relevance.
I make decisions. Maybe those decisions are made unconciousely, or maybe I don't really think. Nevermind, its probably that I think too much and forget the decision altogether...and thats the point! That I go right through it. I mentally procrastinate. Random and has nothing really do with the Red Devil Lounge. Oh well. Screw relevance.