12 years old
- 1980 Mobylette AV50
alternative transportation makes my spine tingle...
My hearts got no ceiling, they woo. From side swinging to and fro, waiting for that solo juncture; horns and blight. Where delicate hands in lace and avon green jewels, shimmy to the xylophone ringing in the floorboards royaled cuffs, dip towards the ceiling in feverish ambient waves towards the romping jazz quartet surrounding; like mud, thick and stark. They’ve all joined the foxtrot For a lasting romp, flashing lights and bass rhythm lines. i like to dance.