magoski
This is a space that shakes.
A space that hides.
A space that confesses something raw
with no permission.
A place inbetween
somewhere itchy
somewhere holy.
flicker of a failing fluorescent bulb
pounds like a chain-link heartbeat,
sharp, metallic, intimate,
as if someone is dragging a necklace made of broken promises
across a tile floor.
Jeez! This is so crazy cool
Why does my body want to dance
To dance
So Much
To Dance
I want to twist and turn
in low resoultion
no offense
We all Fly Away
Favorite track: B1 - Ararumba.