i wanna fuck you.

i just really need to get out. i need a new atmosphere. i need new drugs. i want my same scene. i just want to pick it up, turn it upside down, and shake out all the sucks to move it somewheres where the summer season never changes.
55-95 degreeeeeeez. that's that. all that.

and every hippie that goes home bloody feels like a martyr back in the city
or in new jersey and not manhatten, or in the hamptons, back on campus
and out in boston and out in cambridge and out in brookline, back in brooklyn
and on the east coast, the carolinas, and in virginia and in memphis
in the twin cities and on the west coast and in alaska and coasta rica
and in jamaica and in miami, i wanna fuck you, i wanna fuck you
out on long island
-lftr pllr

so what? do something.