Melody A.M.
RöyksoppDust Funk Oasis where they serve cold mojitis every sunday along with a view of the the pearlescent Crystal lake. Sitting down you see awoman in swirly red eyeliner reads a french comicbook next to her is man in orange overalls slipping pineapple-shaped fish food into a seahorse aquarium. Youre expected back at 5 so you have no reason not to stay for a drink or two. Velvety butterflies drift on a wind of lavender and humidity, man-eating pitcher plants hang above your head suspended by hundreds upon hundreds of vines, out the eye-shaped window the glass city sparkles like diamonds in a sandbox.