I'm so totally gaga over the brilliant abilities of my fellow creatives in this dark and rainy city. Anything with light! Wild red paintings and glowing torch pretty much get me off.
Someone asked me if D'Merde Salon was some kind of coffeehouse.
Fuck, no!
It's a wood stove smoldering fiercely at another furiously elated soul, toasting me with absinthe, with a thousand charcoal scrawls, with absurd desperation mixed in equal parts with lawlessness and beatitude.
My enormous platonic crush on about 500 souls has gotten stronger.
Oh, I do love you!
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