25 enero, 2010

A MASSIVE CHANDELIER

It's like a faux candle that won't mealt, trapped inside a miniture canister, filled with oil to spare. Sitting at a table with 3 chairs, slightly off center beneath a massive chandelier.

Centered enough, though, for its support latch snapped, so would my neck. The 'taste glass' hit the palette differently than the fresh bottle has... drinking wine that's a bit too acidic. Maybe it just needs a little more time to breathe.

Like me... first mpressions are often misleading.

The furniture is very nice, and everything is complimentary. Place-mats and menus are welcoming. Matching patterns contrast the cuts of corresponding table woodwork, while socialites sip smiles with wine glass arm extensions, and spit semantics from stools at a fully stocked bar... fueled by incalculably cold hearts that slowly beat without a sound... drowned out by their own low droning mouths.

I'm like a proud candle that won't melt, trapped inside a miniture canister, filled with oil to spare. Sitting at a table with 3 chairs, slightly off center beneath a massive chandelier.


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