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intenses.

the princes of poverty danced upon my ears, and with a shallow grace, I leaped from cushion to counter to change the pace. I defined my luck as wittingly successful and satisfying as I switched off the stereo sounds of their collective instrumentation. noise it became when the empty mood of boredom struck my senses blind. I could stand not the rude awareness that I had suddenly come to, and needed the damn thing turned off at that point. I had not been to a decent concert in years, and I was bankrupting myself outright without even a prior mention of the notion to keep in mind, I was resolute to find a venue and the proper music to create his night somewhere. I needed the fix of some kind of ecstatic motions and clever repartee to keep the night going well into the dawn. I needed what was to remain unknown until the clouds were lifted from my veiled senses to the social drift of interactive environments. the throb hit my mind, and jarred the pace kept in check by the rest of the real thing that became the movements made here, the interior just inside the bouncer moving the rope’s end outward looked interesting at best. tendrils of sonic facets sparkle slicing through the air towards me with octopus’s grace. the worms for aural displays of gyrating possession.

Thanks, khet.