" sing a song "

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erratic movements, loud clanks and reverb in the darkness. green laser-beams and red pinhole lights sway and jerk in moments along the walls of a certain spastic geometry.

we are raucous chaotic vibration. snacks and alcohol strewn about the table. tomes of songs with the remote wrapped in plastic. tambourines & jodeci/mariah dreams. the microphone has a safety health cover on it "just in case," but just in case of what?

it's 7pm, 8pm, midnight, 1am. the night becomes a beautiful blur. this is cheaper than therapy; it is my therapy. this is my release; i am free. elvis looks on from a static portrait. he blesses us with his immortal crooked smile. the night goes from young to endless, and we ride the tunes raw until we are asked to leave.

this is poetry in motion.

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after the initial song begins, it's all just beauty entered and enveloped. just a unified sonic tide ebbing and receding throughout, permeating the nervous system.

allowing yourself entrance into all of those feelings, and experiencing the sensations of being able to let go. i never leave a great concert unaffected.

blinding lights and buzzing lusciousness. all the senses piqued and stretched. all the sound and depth entering my body through the skin and traveling down past the bones and into the marrow.

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 we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding. 
 this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces. 
 spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter. 
 after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying. 
 each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive. 
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we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding.

this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces.

spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter.

after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying.

each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive.

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