OPioneers.

This is not an advertisement (pronounced  əd-ˈvər-təz-mənt) for jeans.  It’s a trailer for a horror film.  The plot is a little murky, but it does have something to do with wayward out-of-control Hipster Youth ™.  They’ve banded together for cacophonous staccato drum circles down at the beach where they’ll be shirtless and in touch with their inner Robert Paulson.  They will not rest until they have wrested all satisfaction out of life, this endless life

Endless the slight variations
of the utterly familiar
the fires of youth the embers of age
the rage of the poet born again
No end no end to any and all creation
in the mute dance of molecules
All is transmuted All is muted
and all cries out again again