Hip's not even close enough to shit.

Let's not brush our hair for days
Let us rip our stockings sheer
Let our bodies waste away
Let us pose with bottled beer

Let us wear nothing but black
Let us dance with swaying hair
Let's look like we are on crack
Let's all look like we don't care

Let us listen to Rock and Roll
Let's pretend to public's eye
Let us make the fat kids crawl
Let them never see us cry

Let's go party in Berlin
Let's photograph all we do
Let us all expose our sins
Let's use lyrics for tattoos

Let's wear real expensive brands
Let us grab ourselves a gay
Let's all go for boys in bands
Let's have nothing real to say..

Mint was wondering and pondering 'bout how all this came to be. Hart
had no time for wondering all stuck in reverie. Mint sulked a bit and
wanted to tell Hart "Share your thoughts with me!" but Hart didn't
really think so he couldn't make Mint see. Hart wanted Mint to know
'bout all the birds and bees, but Mint just figured they were there
for honey and fresh meat. Hart sighed and shook his head and declared
it a bad idea, Mint would never get this thing going on with you and me.

Julian..

is one of those few you know you can rely on to be there for you, whenever the fuck you need them. It's comforting to know such people -good to the bone, all traits considered- actually exist.

I bet he took my zippo.