The future exists when you’re getting ready to expect nothing grand to happen in cheap thrill vehicles that keep moving until the sun comes up on this big-ass desert party.
We don’t sleep, I don’t know why, but I speculate it’s because no one wants to miss the beauty.

We’re drunk with it and no one wants the party to be over.

No one wants to go home.

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