mundane madness

Sometimes, the night is over. “You want to go?” defining the critical moment, followed by a wait for one more thing. Rounding up Brandy for the tab, hitting the head, saying goodbyes, releasing the crew to reinfect the world with their mundane madness, leaving the neon dark for a sodium light parking lot glow.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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