late november evening, maybe 5:20. softly lit, cluttered living room, lots of books, maybe an upright piano, maybe a fish tank. gamecube with sonic mega collection hooked up to 22" crt. worn but reasonably comfortable low armchair (earth tone - maybe terracotta or muted green). fizzy beverage

can't fucking stop crying

my age verification is that I moshed at Death Grips' Big Day Out show