mood: artistic music: Sufjan Stevens – We Won’t Need Legs to Stand Jessica’s boyfriend sat me down in front of her after literally carrying me across the room. Her eyes were dancing. The colored lights of the DJ reflected off her dress and shone through her hair, giving her an ethereal appearance. “Craig has something…
The Realm of the Orthodontinator
mood: amused music: Sufjan Stevens – All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands Dentist’s offices always offer the same unnerving sensory experience. The smell of antiseptic, the harsh glare of florescent lighting and the uncomfortable, high-pitched whine of drills. When you happen to be a twelve-year old kid with gruesome visions of…