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Sunday September 30th 2012, 1:37 amMenageries of mind melding synthesis cohesion that spurs on creation. Feeling somewhat like lets make the puppets sing and dance, lined up in a row like in a shooting gallery, while at the same time feeding from the exchange of warm endearing energies of the ebb and flow thoughtful people. The movement was something astoundingly cool, unlike anything prior that uses the term “convention”. A swishing of time into the pumping night scene. Blaring spinning nostalgic records that somehow manage to have now transcended trends sits as the backdrop to a brief conversation about the glories of The Micronauts. Standing decked out in sharp tailored red and black, shoes that in one form of light are sleek black, while in another morph into burnt red, as if they themselves can slip in and out of dual realities. Wendy stunningly in black, white, with accents of crimson, so full of life mixing into shadows of club atmosphere. I find myself pulled by unfamiliar hands into circles of crowds happily dancing, smiles bright with joy. The cap is a strangers cheek spontaneously rubbing into my face, while they state their love for my beard.
Shifting
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