Bliss Dances To Dark Mind
Sparking pops twisting raves of flashing lights full of fuzzy life swishing through emotional dance bliss in state of thoughtless moving body sticky sweat that throbs base and sparks everything to equate at the rates and equating gates, soft. Sharp! Freezing and shouting, off beat, LOUD SHOUT FUCK YOU POOR PIECE OF SHIT in a Dark Mind Sector of A.I. Christ Trump.