...back downstairs again, outside the night sky was clear and cutting through the thin fabric of this costume, but now the air is thick, licking at the seams, young girls in the corner breathing out plumes of malezas, crushed glasses at the intersection of the the floor and the walls, fruit rinds scattered on every surface, i see her run her sticky fingers through her hair, god this house is truly haunted, and of all the places to fall in love, i am a skeleton key, this dance floor is like a tomb...
helloooooo - vamos a la playa
megazord - throw myself into the mediafire
right hear - what a drag
mondo boys - transylvanian sublet
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