[masochistic melodies]
tonight we laughed as the world rained down the horrors of a darkened future
the pain tingled through our toes,
making us squirm and giggle at the sensations we used to find unpleasant.
"its the end of the world!" we cried out loud. (!)
and our sorry hearts never felt so bright as we danced to the song of our forefathers
as we danced on the edge of parking lot garages to fall and SOAR
creating one final, desperate act of art,
hysterically displayed across the pavement.
"we are the last of the aesthetic pleasures,
join us in laughing to our graves."
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