What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

High and Low

 

 

My digs became the Promised Land,

In combination with booze, finger food, marijuana and pretty faces,

I thought ‘Finally we’ve made it to the weed paradise,

Attracting the most colorful moths to our green lantern’,

We gathered two of every kind,

Under our partying like a colorful beast blanket,

My place got its notoriety back,

The rooms stored scary and ancient secrets,

Gold babies and time-tested, old fashioned men of the world,

Badly worn out thinkers,

Ghostly transparent night people roamed,

Alongside ghosts and skeletons,

And other immortal wankers,

Laying out a party with the people creatively spiked,

It’s always a blast and pleasure,

In the kitchen she cut weird creatures out of hardboard,

‘What for?’ I never guessed,

My closest friend Nick’s jurisdiction was rivers of booze,

He never said ‘no’ to take care of fueling up matters,

Nick established the rule Bring Your Own Booze,

 She made the shiest girls strip,

Coconuts with parsley abuse were on the house,

My party partners had two supernatural gifts,

 Nick drank and he was never drunk,

She was dressed up as usual,

As if an orgy with champagne and boobs took place in the parallel world,

Only decadence of the United Nations was absent from our parties,

We partied hard,

When we met each other,

We wanted to multiply,

So that we were many,

So that everything was sharper,

We wanted death being brighter than life,

Our parties served the sense of freedom,

It can be felt if,

A fair amount of drugs and alcohol is shared among the closest people,

No club served the particular drink,

The doorbell was ringing,

 I opened the door,

I saw a guy with a tie,

Laura my ex was in the doorway,

She was an eye candy,

Like a decadence ghost I let them in,

With a highway and haughty smile.