Monday, August 1, 2011

The high school theater is packed with enough hormones to send a eighty six year old man around the globe twice before exploding his heart like a bank robber trying to get into a safe. Dusty maroons curtains fold back like crumpling giant veins to thick too burst and too ballooned to give way. Heavy metal rock cranks out rattling casket sized speakers pumping billows of sweet synthetic fog into the laps of anxious onlookers glued to their seats. Laser lights cut through smoke with elaborate technical seizure spuring patterns hypnotizing eager eyes with every burst of spontaneous interruptions in their routine.

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