We know that nothing good lasts forever so of course we built our lives upon the sand with all the other foolish young. And danced to the death and ascended higher than the heavens in our debaucherous basements. And we loved every sweating second of it because who’s going to be left to love it when someone switches the lights back on?
And surely she did. The old woman with the arthritis and the bent back holding an hourglass and cracking it over our heads.
But did we enjoy it while we beat it black and blue to the death? Hell yes, because killing it was a close second to keeping it.