some puffs shrink not from nine times

I miss the dance floor.
WHY HAS IT BEEN SO EFFING LONG?
Peut-être à cause de three amis scattered to the different states. Two are in different countries.
There's a drain on my soul from a lack of the matte black walls of my cathedral.
I mean no sacrilege, mais the lights. The Smiths. It's my communion. Not to replace, but just as a different kind.

No
body
moves like you.

I could be a heavenly person today*.

*Blue Monday by New Order