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Blinding Lights and Blaring Music

Blinding lights and blaring music. Colours flashing all around. Bodies moving to a rhythm. Everyone spellbound. Her hips move with his. Slowly left and right. Arms shoot up into the air. Cheering for the night. No voice is heard past the boom of DJ's chosen music. Hypnotic stares on every face. The perfect evil trick. This dancing style we all adore is pathetic and disgusting. Girls shake their ass and rub their thighs. Incourage dirty thrusting. The music played is talentless. A sore excuse for tune. Their singing is false, yet these are the people in which you all swoon. Every person looks the same. Dressed in what is popular. Have no pride. No dignity. Since you feel like a star. What is a dance but one large orgy? We must all look so dumb. And even I'm ashamed to say That I think they're pretty fun.
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molly-grace
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Jan 21, 2011
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