I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
"All I'm saying is, if they wanted people to like it, they should have made it likeable."
They've been going around on the topic for half an hour, the whole way back from the art show. It was Mateo's idea: boy's night out at an exhibition, admiring the art of the botanist's friend. Only the art had been just so, so weird, all flat colors and hard lines and people with altogether incorrect body proportions, and Koa had grown quickly and thoroughly bored.
Nothing a smuggled flask of gin couldn't solve, which is how we've reached our current state.
"I mean, it doesn't even make sense. Like, why is it called cubism if there isn't a single cube?" He throws up his hands in exasperation, turning haplessly to Everest on his right. "You get it, right, Ever?" the Dragoon pleads, eyebrows raised to signal the desire he help a brother out. "Or, y'know. Don't get it. Get not getting it. Right?" Smiling genially at his friend, he offers the shared, half-empty flask.
They've been going around on the topic for half an hour, the whole way back from the art show. It was Mateo's idea: boy's night out at an exhibition, admiring the art of the botanist's friend. Only the art had been just so, so weird, all flat colors and hard lines and people with altogether incorrect body proportions, and Koa had grown quickly and thoroughly bored.
Nothing a smuggled flask of gin couldn't solve, which is how we've reached our current state.
"I mean, it doesn't even make sense. Like, why is it called cubism if there isn't a single cube?" He throws up his hands in exasperation, turning haplessly to Everest on his right. "You get it, right, Ever?" the Dragoon pleads, eyebrows raised to signal the desire he help a brother out. "Or, y'know. Don't get it. Get not getting it. Right?" Smiling genially at his friend, he offers the shared, half-empty flask.
Koa Carpenter
If that's your girl, better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
