black beaded rope to bind the wrists . psychedelics . roaring fire . room full of unconcerned ppl . completely tapping out of the robot , completely tapping into each other . foreheads pressed together . eyes locked . no dearly beloved speech . speak now or forever hold . vowed from the top of the bird . no need for a press release . no rings necessary . no white dress . no promises . simply merging with the one i love . thx for asking . . .
aka the tripper . circa 11:34:00 AM