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Dancing under the entrancing ruby emerald sapphire lights, the accessories to my crimes on Saturday nights. going higher on fire, pulsing, surging, jumping, heart thumping, blood pumping all in time to the tribal techno beat. the heat is unbearable, terrible i laugh as uncried tears drip drip drip onto the floor. i had a some of this and some of that, a little of this and a lick of that and now i'm grinning and spining and laughing and crying and flying and drinking bottled giggles and eating sweet candy treats. flower children and their electric eyes paralyze me with their glow sticks and roller coaster hand tricks.
forrgotten feelings bounce, cascading on fading waves of melodic technicolor madness. this could be the key to supergluing broken promises into crazed collages that melt into mystic mirages then fade into fantasy. in one last great pyrotechnic blast the vivid colors blur and whirl while the symphonic swirls sweep me away.no worries, everything's fine here on cloud nine where the world is mine and i touch the sky for five hours at a time.