everybody gets a gold star, or the big kid throws a fit

another shallow grave built on pity through opportunistic consolation

head under water

social sustenance keeps you out of the box

get out, have fun, go crazy, you only live once, why are we partying, who cares, i'm wasted

wrong

holes filled seem to bring satisfaction, some momentary, some permanent

intercourse

quicksand party

you could have been better