The crowd milled about all around us, but all I saw was a wonder
of the underground world that most overlooked.
The sight of nimble, petite limbs fueled by the spasms of a synthesizer which now twisted and contorted in unspeakable, remarkable ways.
The sight of nimble, petite limbs fueled by the spasms of a synthesizer which now twisted and contorted in unspeakable, remarkable ways.
Her fluffy, bright blonde hair shone just as the rays of her dazzling smile, which most likely reflected the sparkle of her neon pink leggings.
A glittering rainbow, a feast for the lack acid-tripped eyes.
Adept fingers grabbed a hula-hoop dipped in the most radioactive colours, flipped it up into the air, the ring creating its own toxic light.
Her body curls and shrinks itself to fit the diameter of the hoop, dancing with it, through it, anything to create an aesthetic delight.
Daring hands gathered more bright loops, adding them to the mix and fitting them around her body.
She gyrated in time with the movements of her props, keeping them all alive with the music that played in her head.
The bundle of rainbow-splashed protons and neutrons, being constantly orbited by neon electrons, made a feast for the eyes.
This was the day the Crayola crayons combusted.
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