HAVE YOU EVER TOUCHED THE STARS?
I WANT TO REACH IT, THIS PLACE OF CHILDHOOD
BLACK AND WHITE HAVE NO MEANING IN THIS PLACE OF ETERNAL GRAY
I'M GOING TO FIND THE TRUTH
BUTTERFLY speed 1 reverse
A nun hugs her rosary as she fights back the tears that were swelling in her eyes. Misty eyed, seeing arrows up down and sideways guiding people like a shepard guides the lamb, into the heavy beats which ignores the sadness and goes for the light at the end of the tunnel.
She broke down and cried. Visualizing the baby Jesus in her heart and feeling the wings of an angel drying away her tears. The most profound experience was one where you saw reality for what it was, not guided by any artificiality or accepting the true self which lies behind the millienium which is also shared by everyone who ever had glimpses of minute relaity. To her, it was an experience which was most religious.
But to the arcade onlookers it was merely a nun crying in front of a DDR machine.
BAG speed 5 shuffle
A woman with bee hive hairdo twists the night away like it was the sixties all over again. Swirling spirals of pink and pastel colored joy filled her soul. She loved candy and dreamed of good clean fun on the beach. Please don't look too deeply into her soul, for all she cared for was an appartement in Europe and looking like Twiggy in the most perfect gogo boots she could ever dream of getting.
It was a time of care free joy, where snares can be hit in the drum of life without any fear that it would miss, where the bass of happiness played consantly and wasn't drugged into false pleasure and consumerism, as if going on automatic. She loved her past and cherished it more than anything else.
But there is no returning to those days.
EXOTIC ETHNIC speed 1 sudden
The fanfic of life is forever being edited and written. This space is TBA.
LEGEND OF MAXX speed 2 dark
Heavy black makeup, fiery red hair and equally red nose, a cone hat which dared to reach for the stars, and a yellow outfit which masqueraded him for the theater of life. The clown frowned, the flower in his hand wilted, and salmons dropped from the sky, heralding the rain which beat upon the sad jester.
SHALL IT ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS?
SAY, SAY, ARE THE STARS IN MY HAND?
EVERY MAN AND WOMAN IS A STAR!
In life people are always feel a sense of alienation from those they consider other. But this anxiety of otherness can be explored through symbolic construction and that human emotion known as compassion. In this world where cruelty is rewarded and kindess is thrown away like last week's garbage, exploring the fear of alienation and othering is like traversing the impenetrable mighty river with just a barrel.
Which is why this clown shall forever continue to pass Legend of MaxX, the woman shall A Bag, and the nun shall AA butterfly with 2 greats.
I WANT TO REACH IT, THIS PLACE OF CHILDHOOD
BLACK AND WHITE HAVE NO MEANING IN THIS PLACE OF ETERNAL GRAY
I'M GOING TO FIND THE TRUTH
BUTTERFLY speed 1 reverse
A nun hugs her rosary as she fights back the tears that were swelling in her eyes. Misty eyed, seeing arrows up down and sideways guiding people like a shepard guides the lamb, into the heavy beats which ignores the sadness and goes for the light at the end of the tunnel.
She broke down and cried. Visualizing the baby Jesus in her heart and feeling the wings of an angel drying away her tears. The most profound experience was one where you saw reality for what it was, not guided by any artificiality or accepting the true self which lies behind the millienium which is also shared by everyone who ever had glimpses of minute relaity. To her, it was an experience which was most religious.
But to the arcade onlookers it was merely a nun crying in front of a DDR machine.
BAG speed 5 shuffle
A woman with bee hive hairdo twists the night away like it was the sixties all over again. Swirling spirals of pink and pastel colored joy filled her soul. She loved candy and dreamed of good clean fun on the beach. Please don't look too deeply into her soul, for all she cared for was an appartement in Europe and looking like Twiggy in the most perfect gogo boots she could ever dream of getting.
It was a time of care free joy, where snares can be hit in the drum of life without any fear that it would miss, where the bass of happiness played consantly and wasn't drugged into false pleasure and consumerism, as if going on automatic. She loved her past and cherished it more than anything else.
But there is no returning to those days.
EXOTIC ETHNIC speed 1 sudden
The fanfic of life is forever being edited and written. This space is TBA.
LEGEND OF MAXX speed 2 dark
Heavy black makeup, fiery red hair and equally red nose, a cone hat which dared to reach for the stars, and a yellow outfit which masqueraded him for the theater of life. The clown frowned, the flower in his hand wilted, and salmons dropped from the sky, heralding the rain which beat upon the sad jester.
SHALL IT ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS?
SAY, SAY, ARE THE STARS IN MY HAND?
EVERY MAN AND WOMAN IS A STAR!
In life people are always feel a sense of alienation from those they consider other. But this anxiety of otherness can be explored through symbolic construction and that human emotion known as compassion. In this world where cruelty is rewarded and kindess is thrown away like last week's garbage, exploring the fear of alienation and othering is like traversing the impenetrable mighty river with just a barrel.
Which is why this clown shall forever continue to pass Legend of MaxX, the woman shall A Bag, and the nun shall AA butterfly with 2 greats.