i love a parade

she is the boardwalk, every saturday after eight. she rolls past hipster junkies who mainline antifreeze, because of the irony. the freaks have gone. they’ve all moved to small towns in florida. they’ve become telemarketers and life coaches. and i’d just like to get it up one more time. before sex goes out of style. before they stop charging for it. i want to smell smoke and not yell fire.

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