acaseofyou | open post

they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over

I'm sure you'd swindle something. Though I won't put singing past you. One day I'll get to hear it.

Not even my shower or a car hears it.

That's a shame. A real shame. But that's alright. I've got plenty of time to wait you out about it.

Singing and dancing like nobody's watching doesn't work as well when you're paranoid and assume someone might always be watching.

Would you be more comfortable trying in the basement? The lack of windows might help.

You haven't given me reason to soundproof your room just yet.

What do you think all the fabric I've hung up is for?

In case you wanted to feel it while high?

You got me, Kaz. The musician isn't soundproofing, just strategically placing fabric to rub her face on while stoned.

Well, have you rubbed your face against them?

Not recently.

So you have done it.

I cannot be held accountable for any face rubbing done while high. I'm very tactile, and some of the rugs are very soft.

No blame necessary, I'm just reveling in knowing you well enough for it to have happened.

You go ahead and enjoy your reveling, I'll just... Go rub my face on something I guess.