Danger’s House

We’re at Danger’s house smoking a joint on his bed. He’s playing old episodes of The Simpsons on his laptop. Ringing ears + picking blood out of my nose. We roll around in waves of the night’s debauchery. Cheap beer + bootlegged everythings. Grab my hand. Cool kids up the back. Hair frames your view from the pit. There’s this cat who won’t stop explaining Descartes to you but he’s getting his meditations mixed up and his breath is getting you more drunk than your beer.

From lo-fi to hi-fi.
From the floor to the stage.
In-fi is entertain.
In-fi is expose.
In-fi is share + discover.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s