Party time and pile high people / dragged their minds through mounds of drug and back again… never ever NOT … QUIET !!! Taking breaking bottles of cheap beer by the might of the fistful and cradling abstaining cigarettes which smoke themselves: SILLY!? Why the hell NOT.. ABOUT to amount to all of that much greater than this, though. Holy FUCKing moly: these mindless theatre. show. folk, who cannot but tie aforementioned minds to the size of the shape of the shade of the Party.. Pile. Time to turn ourselves higher than the moonlit sky smiles at the weight of our brand new mind. It merely nearly never matters anymore