Reality just ain’t what it used to be. So we’ll plan our next venture beneath the skies. We’re gonna make cupcakes, make love, make a coffee table. Get a goldfish and get a tattoo, get out of our heads, out of the race, and just start living. We'll play scrabble with the skeletons in our closets and drink tea with the monsters under our beds, hold someone by the hand and by the heart, wink at the stars and love with abandon in this too-big world. And if there is no spoon, fuck it. ‘Cause it’s Summertime, and the ride is still fun and fine.
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