Tonight only, no manifest

Carnal doesn't mean cruel and it doesn't mean careless with consent — it means the night ends when the lights do, and that's a feature you can trust. Four Bars More extends the heat without turning it into a vow you didn't mean at 02:00. I don't write romance arcs across jump windows. I write motion that tells the truth while the body is still honest.

Underdeck clubs taught me the difference between a lounge crooner warming brandy and a floor animal warming a room. String stabs. Open hat. Octave bass doing introductions before any throat applies for the job. Vocals enter after the kick has already hired your hips and put them on the schedule.

Album's complete — twelve cuts, no soft landing, no apology bridge. Mirror ball's warm. If you're still reading this instead of moving, you're wasting floor time we already paid for with illegal wiring. Mag-boots by the rail. Mouth shut. Bass loud.