magic dance party 03'
in reverie...the scent of 5, count it five, frozen (but thawed) fish rose from the cab tonight. slowly, it diminished into the stench of one single burning mind; and (i think it goes without saying), the thoughts of MDP03' kindled the fire. dance. stop.repeat was the theme, and i was a pawn in its game. mindless wanderings of motion, i'd have to say...but this evening was nonetheless inconceivable. so from here on out, to the select group (club) members: sing: angel. dance: always. and what shall they call this revolution you may ask?...TECHYES!