Our monolithic chant the same, night after night
"The party never stops"
Our post-zen mantra
An excuse for those with eyes that see.
Lets drown some boredom.
"While one may drink to connect, the other drinks to distance." I don't smile at the over-bronzed bartender as she passes, her skirt so short I can see everything. "Do you want anything else?" She asks me. "Yes please." Raising my glass + my hand. Begging for help.
The party Never stops. Because it can't stop. The end of the party is the introduction to adulthood. Unaffordable. Clear eyes and clear minds make for neatly folded linens and wiping the faces of disgusting infants, instead of torn tshirts and passionate love making.
The party will not stop when a sober reality means nothing.
The party will not stop when there's a purple longing for communion.
The party will not stop when stumbling blindly doesn't hurt, even just for a night.
One swift pull from the cigarette bitten by my lips leaves my head light like the tip I've left for the bitch taking my plate from me. This party's going elsewhere, it ceases to sleep. I've been taken by my eyes and I'm lost in her cleavage.
Partying never stops, leaving me no time to finish this po
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