Weekend Open Bar: liminalstates & permanent fixtures
The motherfuckin’ weekend! Raid the open bar! Stab a loved one and scream, “It’s just molecules! The Universe is pouring out of you, and it is lovely!” Or hug your Mom while cranking out a desperate, bowels-emptying fart. Murmuring into her ears, “You created this. Your egg is now this bowels-emptying pants-filling nightmare.” Or do something much more mundane!
So long as your share whatever you’re up with us. Within these walls. The fucking OPEN BAR. Let’s hang out as a gang of rotten scoundrels embracing The Rot together.