Before the party, because the Club has it's on standards, we had a little charity chat.
Of course my love, we have important Guest coming all over from heaven.
They are in charge of keeping it pure, top of the cream hon.
And the dead from Hell too, but they all have a public image, is going to be fine.
I don't know what everyone is expecting as long is doesen't go too private for the open minded.
Is not as easy my love, wait I got a call from a Nordic Goddess.
Your husband is violent and you want to be crying with him? If you wish to be with him...
Ofcourse I'll be there but you are taking your dirty secrets too hidden, your humility is equal to your desire, for natures sake, range him almost amongst your saints. He also got that spark, why do you think he is making you cry? No, no I'm not busy at all.
Is only a party, no sex at all, I promise you that I will be thinking of your Hell, well, people are arriving hon, let me know. -before hanging the phone- whatever.
As we entered the party it seemed some need to debate as to pealing the layers of imagination, paying attention to only looks and the number of their judgements.
the mercy seat uppon the ark cherublims and magnanimously cheers to the conquering music. I love them all dancing, all your bodies. Juicy, sweaty and fresh.
Mean while in the north pole, a wife to his unmoving husband had her hollly duties.
As children dancing in the garden of eden prove superior to thousands of its critics.
Yes, Charon it has been so apocalyptical lately, for what remains of the energy, give me your little dance, strictly, calmly, sooth my rage.
And of course because everyone is part of a party...
Euripide gave good providence while Clio came to mark the demons in the house.
If you shake the first chacra the energy rises by itself, no offence. Hum, mmm... yes, like that, I like that. You need no one if you like to pray dancing with your body.
Pleasing the sentiment of human nature knaveries are knaveries, let the man do their duty.
Not imperious but fair of the fittest moment, a woman listen to her drunk man.
Jesus Christ, he has it in his power to dismal catalogue with the most pleasant of his white people's conclusions.
I like it hot and in the air, is where it burns best all around. Latino and African style.
He is holding his prayers so I write, but I like music and feeling the body till all the guest comes.
There are certain light characteristics in modern man, you find it in the mix between pussies and d*cks, then whatever on the way of the dance in a liberating expression.
Don't tell me the Devil is here?
Whatever, this dud will never confess.
What are people talking about so much? The Dark Nymphs pushed them interrupting the closed minded.
Celebrating that God has given us this body with different images
around the world, never dance with the same people. That's more pathetic than sinful.
And for those who copy dance steps, just let it flow that..
you are worthy for, is all I ever wished you for, come down to the river and celebrate one another no matter the hatefulness or fear, let it be in the air.
Of course my love, I love everyone and everyone hates me but this river is miraculous, it baptises the self. I love my husband and God above, even do I'm a monk and I'm tired of the spiritual world who needs sharing actions, honouring those who are every year trying to bring meaning with too many words.