Denim gods emerge from muggy western basement, mad and faceless teeny boppers suckle their beer bottles—the teat of abandonment!
The pathway towards an idolized Mecca! Temporary cocaine stardom!
Heavenly bags of grass, heavenly pizza, heavenly love; praise that which comforts, seek that which comforts.
Genius madness! Oh, feminine boy, oh tight-fit jeans.
We must drink quickly and love hastily,
we are young, the time is now.
we are young, the time is now.
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