Weekend two of the giant beast Coachella. We see more and more festival goers passed out in swimsuits on the grass, using each others bodies as pillows as we all bake like ants under a magnifying glass in the middle of the fucking desert. Still, no matter how hard the big angry orb in the sky tries to send us back to our air conditioned cubicles, our spirits remain high and our dance moves remain fluid as we groove our way into the cover of night.
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