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Maybe it’s the bass That pervades my limbs And flows the blood, keeping me alive in A pumping that has replaced my heart. The vibrations from the music in the ground, Tickling up off-white furry booted feet. The white has dimmed, But it says nothing. This communal heartbeat has found Intoxication of Deadmau5 and beads And ecstasy. Here love is found. Sometimes the drop makes heads Swing in the air – a tire swing ride all day. It’s too perfect, breathe In the disgustingly wonderful scent Of sweat and alcohol. It burns and turns a neon dream Into a reality that is smiling. How lovely is Man. Flashing lights turn life into

My pulse beats loud in my ears, Or maybe it’s the bass That pervades my limbs And flows the blood, keeping me alive in A pumping that has replaced my heart. I feel the vibrations from the music in The ground. Tickling up my off-white furry booted Feet. I don’t mind that the white has dimmed, It says nothing of me. In this communal heartbeat I have found My intoxication of deadmau5 and beads And ecstasy. Here I have found love. Sometimes the drop make my head Swing in the air – a tire swing ride all day. It’s too perfect, so I breathe In the disgustingly wonderful scent Of sweat and alcohol. It burns my nose and t

My pulse beats loud in my ears Or maybe it’s the bass That pervades my limbs and Flows the blood, keeping me alive In a pumping that has replaced my heart. I feel the vibrations from the music In the ground Tickling up my formerly white Furry booted feet. I don’t mind that that white has dimmed To a brownish – it says nothing of My inner self. In this communal heartbeat I have found My intoxication of Deadmau5 and beads And ecstasy. Here I have found love. Sometimes the drop makes my head Swing in the air – a tire swing ride all day. It’s too perfect, so I breathe In the disgustingly wonderful scent Of swear

Hearts beat deep as the step as The ground vibrates beneath her furry booted feet. This is her intoxication of mice and Beads and ecstatic love. Her head spins like she’s been on a tire swing all day And she breathes in the neon-framed sweat smell To remind herself the world is real – Disgustingly, wonderfully real. Flashing lights create snapshots that reveal The souls surrounding and bumping into her mostly bare skin. She removes a 36-bead-set from her arm and gives It to a stranger wearing fishnets. “I love you,” she shouts in the noise. The stranger pulls up her bead-choked arm and they make A heart with thei

Hearts beat  —ground beats breathe  colors and spin heads. Flashing lights make the blind see as laughter chokes and love   —frees. Candy slides down necks and Kandi flavored arms show unity.

The bass beats deep in the ground And penetrates inside my mind. As I feel more than hear the sound Flashing lights sparkle and blind Me. I look at what beauty is near And watch as love bracelets bind. I only wish you could see her Waltzing about the crowd In a show of her conquering fear From being atop of a cloud. Her small stomach enthralls and ensnares Even the big and the proud.

The bass beats deep in the ground. I feel more than hear the sound. Flashing lights blind And love bracelets bind All those who are left around.