Thursday Night Coffee is a sacred tradition, for our people. Even when it happens on Wednesday. Our people are sexy, smart and many other adjectives that begin with the letter ‘S’ (for example, ‘surreal’, ‘serendipitous’, ‘snarky’, ‘sequential’, etc., etc.).
Are you one of our people? Maybe. Many of our people don’t even know it. Sometimes, on lonely Thursday nights (even Wednesday nights), you may feel an itch in your prefrontal lobe, or pineal gland – that’s us, broadcasting Dali-waves to your vestigial monkey senses. For real.
We make art, we make words bend and we don’t give a flying fuck if people get offended. If you don’t like our train of thought, get the hell off the tracks – the train don’t stop for nothin’!
Why are you still reading this claptrap? This is just filler. Here, have a cup of java… tell us all about it…
-butchrobotpope
Coffee Night 
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