With their own forces contained, the teenaged girls at the outer rim of the circle anticipated a glorious physical reaction once the break dancers, Zack and Caleb, started their duel at the nucleus. At the climax of the record, the break dancers were further driven by pheromones coming from the beauties. Furiously competing, Zack and Caleb writhed, dropping intermittently, bouncing in their own stylized way back up from the floor. They owned the prowess of athletes. Zack raised a palm inches from Caleb’s grimace, a hyperbolic traffic cop motion to express his authority to stop the brother, letting him know that he was no competition. Gripping the burgundy Kangol on his head, Caleb vibrated in his place like a jackhammer his lips flapping along for the ride. Along with the essence of pheromones, wafting over the dancer’s heads were synthetic fragrances, Wind Song, spearmint and cherry gum. “Peace will come this world will rest, once we have to-geth-ernesssss, agggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!”
What the fuck is this post about???
Fred, you’re saying my writing skills suck? I’m devastated.
LOL. I keed, I keed. Obviously I like your writing. You’re actually one of the most original bloggers I’ve ever encountered. And I’m a Grade-A snob! 🙂
Oh Fred now, thank you! The scene above is a house party where people are standing around watching two break dancers circa 1976. I know I made it all experimental abstract and what not, all pseudo poetical — ah well…
Holy shit, I haven’t thought about Wind Song in ages. What a blast from the past. And this is great, Sandee–I can practically picture everyone at the party and feel the music.
You remember Wind Song! Thanks Mme. Weebles.
Okay, seriously, this is starting to sound like the beginning of a novel. Keep going.
Thanks for the encouragement. I did start this and the other ‘House Party…’ one as part of a novel — a fantastical coming of age story — but I don’t know what it’s about. I appreciate the feedback — it helps me a great deal.