Beasties (excerpt)
You hear them sing, you see them swing, they’re like beasties on the move. Bodies, humps, bumps…curves
Swinging the bodies, shaking the humps, putting through rough times…Oh, those bumps...
Words like hard, move it, shake it, twist it, give me…. Satisfaction…
- yeah, they’re always requesting-…
A type of service, a type of request that has been repressed,
-maybe?
and the secretive whispers…they scream Sexual, everyone get sexual.
Animals, humans, no, I think they’re animals. The innate forms scream reproduction. The id screams, through music, its true desire.
The speakers bounce inside your mind and body making you vibrate to the sound responding in curvy movements, swinging attitudes, jumpy feelings…searching, searching, searching…
-Will it be completed? Will it all be deleted?
Women, men, children, all participate in the fury of the id putting aside the moral standards. Nothing matters, only the aggressive movement of the humps, the bumps, the bumpers, all belonging to the beasties…they don’t want to stop, they want to get it.
- they keep on letting the innate side flow…will they ever get to know?
