After I broke up, I was taken in by a bunch of psychotic girls.

After I broke up, I moved into an incoherent rental house in the old city, with three red-haired, short-haired girls standing in front of the door, wearing loose work jackets, with short skirts and boots in them, and lying on the couch at night, and they squeezed one of them to hold my arm and put their head on my shoulder, the lights on my shoulder, and they were dazzled, and they were getting closer and hotter, and the lead sat on my leg, and his finger was staring at me, and his lips were almost tied to my ear, and the others were leaning behind and pulling my horns, and the air in the room was getting tighter, like it was pushed to the edge of a cliff, breaking up.