To hold on tight, you have to let go. A helicopter readies for takeoff. You head downstairs to the atrium. It’s time for a movie. You play for the punks with your bass slung low. Debauchery is boring. Maybe there’s no reason to stop. Walls turn purple. You find a gazelle and answer the phone.

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