bow ties and back alley music, cohesive body movements, flickering teeth.. these people are bad. bad, baby straight to the bone, no safe crowd, teasing little lips full of venomous fun. melancholy pride, and we're just getting started. educated glitter, soft spoken and quivering at the pit of passion that now bubbles from magnetic pulls of elegant swing. slurping on your choice of poison, this party isn't over. sunrise, sunset. placing bets on sex. leap frogging from one operation to another. it's the game of life and you better get a helmet, because this road is tough and there will be no warning, spoon fed charisma, get to the end of the line. hyped on emotions and memories from the past, laughs from jokes that weren't that funny cutting glass. thicker than thieves, our swift realization, confusing the nation with hopes of inflation. life support without hope and the cause for our frowns are merely a disguise to get you on your way. tying the knot, real close to your jugular, questioning your confessions in the time of procession.
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