Pulsing dance light,
Blaring in the face of all that drink it in
Adventures and shenanigianry abound;
Finding hearty new compatriots amongst the fellow inebriated
All that is left of memory is pleasant fuzz,
A sense of a truely teenage experience glowing fufiled
The flattened grass may be mangled beyond belief, sacrificed to the beat,
But oh, what a time to be alive
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Pulsing dance light,
Blaring in the face of all that drink it in
Adventures and shenanigianry abound;
Finding hearty new compatriots amongst the fellow inebriated
All that is left of memory is pleasant fuzz,
A sense of a truely teenage experience glowing fufiled
The flattened grass may be mangled beyond belief, sacrificed to the beat,
But oh, what a time to be alive
Semi-hungover rambling on an excellent way to spend life
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