louis mon cher i've gotten you a drink. its color reminded me of your eyes, although without an ounce of doubt the color's depth doesn't compare to yours, my beautiful one. zis is called matcha. i gave it a try and heard some young woman with a funny haircut call me un mâle performatif. but what's ze problem with performing as if one was on stage, cheri?! do we not glide through life as if it were a theater?! zis generation never fails to astound me.



















