Momma said to knock you out

Music -- Röyksopp: So Easy

Worked with Shirt Guy Frown yesterday, and came up with the basic BadBlood shirt design. Now I need to keep up my end of things and get a Club Sanctuary logo design to him by Friday. Woogie~ time is short!

Eh well, we treated ourselves to a Mercury visit afterwards, where I proceeded to have 3 1/2 Whiskey Sours (and a bitchin' case of heartburn for my efforts), and watched Frown male-bond with a fellow Asian Posse lifer. Fascinating and educational.

I spent most of the time (as usual) studying the dance floor, and thus proceeds an atrocious rambling of that effect:

We watch and tap, fighting the seduction. The heavy thumping pulse travels from head and foot to meet in the gut, a sensation that can't be ignored. The floor throbs and it's marionettes twist and thrust, lost to another dimension where the feeling is all and death to those who would violate the Zone. Tread not lightly into the midst, but with gusto. Own the space, but respect the boundaries -- or else all hell will break loose. Burn it kid, burn it up.

And with that I retire for the day. Who knows what will happen tonight.

Gnawing and restless,
~Liriel