Lucid Baking

Waft away in TOKiMONSTA - Midnight Menu
2010; American; Electronic instrumental hip-hop; Cute and soft, good for the morning after binging
http://www.mediafire.com/?n28ldhc88tew3ln

I wish my room had the gloom and echo of a dungeon, but the comfort and articulation of an editing studio. I would have a long cozy low to the ground sofa for the guests of honor and the main characters, and two large and awkwardly angled chairs for those of lower social rank and/or sitting priority. A party is but a thinly veiled feud of mockery. The walls would be nothing but shelves cascading and forming into more shelves. Upon these shelves I shall place worldly possessions stripped of their cultural context. Intricate thoroughly painted thousand-piece Gundam model kits. Glass structures of fantastic figures with discrete passageways for smoking. Premier records worthy of showcase. A shelf showcasing different mythologies and ritual artifacts, and a hollowed out bible containing tarot cards. The elite level of trolling going here is ridiculous. I would have a mini-fridge under the loud vibrating speakers, so when people retreat for a tasty beverage, they shall be drenched in carbonated fluid. But aside from the novelties, I need large cathedral drapes, to guard a large and equally preposterous window. The folds of the curtain fully withdrawn create a shadowy silhouette of a clocktower. And my PC would be set to find the exact moment, every day, when the sun is glimmering off the hills from my window, to play a clocktower's bell. Which is actually very possible since the sun's patterns are extremely well documented. The ceiling would have to be barraged with small LED lights, to create vivid shifting star patterns when the lights are out. The stars are almost purely white, but fringed with deep pulsing colors that shift hue in a glimmering rhythm.

There is no television. Instead, a wall-mounted projector that creates a picture on the opposite wall. I would essentially have to not own a car to afford this. In the middle of this contraption is an amazing, wonderful, immaculate steel desk. Indestructible in nature, elaborate in design. It folds out into compartments and shelves. God I love shelves. It will generally contain all of the essentials for relaxing; bowls, bags, wraps, remote, Tupperware bag filled to the brim with lighters, huge slugs of the time-tested best incense, a flask of extremely rich scotch, an assortment of notebooks, and a tasty collection of pens, sharpies, and pencils. It would have a dispenser for those little ties you get from bread bags. And another one for paperclips.

My fantasy room would be a place where small children go insane, but would otherwise be an interesting place to get lost. I once had a room I liked. ._. It was the spacey master bedroom, and I was so vicious about the space being left open that I only used a small corner of the room. I slept and computed from that corner. It was glorious. There was a massive (and somewhat intruding!) window that, for a while, peered into the forest. This room did not have a conventional closet. The closet was actually a massive storage tunnel that branched all the way back into the room on the other side of the complex. I essentially dominated the entire upper floor mwahahaha. Living on lower floors is the best, though. The sun peeks through the morning mist and gazes at you for a while, eventually moving on to offend the rest of the floors in higher intensities.

There are days when the sun isn't shining, but everything is oddly bright and pale. The air is peaceful but heavy from exhaustion. The kind of day where you drive without music, and find balance with old problems. I like those kinds of days.

and the music stopped~