Reptile skins, plaids, flowers and vertical stripes. Come on let me see you shake your tail feather. You give me that look, it’s almost unreal.

Minimalistic looks and subdued colors. Yes, kick off them shoes and leave those city streets. You give me that look, it’s almost unreal.

See the dogs come running. On the endless night. Dark desire burning. Your heart is serpentine. Clouds taste metallic.

Somebody said get a life and so they did. I think it’s the vast Grand Canyon! Taking off in a 1966 Thunderbird. The Young Guns.

You ever been in a chickie-run? Yeah, that’s all I ever do. Once you been up there you know you’ve been someplace. The Young Guns.

Dree Hemingway and Josh Beech. Great white hope. Those whom the gods love grow young. Age considers. Youth ventures.