2 AM and I just wanna mention that the glass still clears a reflection and I think there's something strange going on. The flammable liquid of your smile and the list upon a life upon a mescal high fix it fix it fix it. There's not much to say, except who hasn't seen the world glow? Who hasn't seen the world burn? Who hasn't seen the world purr all soft cat smiles and friendly "yesma'ams"? We need an often-presence, so take what you will.