You're gonna singe your leather couch there with your ultra-realistic, I-totally-believe-it's-there fireplace.
Hey these things used to be explosive, let's fill it with fire. You don't have PTSD right? Heh heh JK!
You're a little early, I'm sorry we don't have any, um, cookies? For you. Would you like some leaves I guess?
A sliver of sunlight, a pillow for your back, and your stories. Life is perfect.
And here is where we draw the pentagram every evening to give praise to our dark lord and enjoy a nice fire.
Don't let me do any drugs in this place. I'll convince myself I can fly and try to soar out to the ocean.
I know, I know: BROKEN SPINES! THE HORROR! But you guys! Look how pretty! Calm your corsets, whif your smelling salts. It's gonna be okay. Look, ooooh, globe!
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