gone. last night's drink wears today's sleepy eyes and pulsating brain. i was busy jumping planets, an ecstatic loie fuller, a bright-eyed starry girl.
bat your eyes girl, be other worldly, count your blessings, seduce a stranger, what's so wrong with being happy, kudos to those who see through sickness
incubus
one
under fake plastic stars that glow in the dark. she's chanting and bobbing... letting the bass seep in and the drumbeat pound deep. a gorgeous taste of primitive...shirtless and tight.