There are the hipsters
high on marijuana and poppers
drunk on tequila, vodka, rum, triple sec, and gin
a walking adios mudafukka
bye felicia
i think i will call you beautiful points of lust
with songs of ke$ha
and post-modernist-structuralist theory gracing lips and hips
sirens
covered in the joteria glitter of the tainted son
glitter sirens
lick the sun: taste the rainbow
we can be near for warmth, burned in attempting control or concerning understand
glitter sirens
i love you
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