A moment before my patent leather shoes had galled me, the heavily scented air disgusted me, and the heat undone me. Now on my winged feet I nimbly one-stepped through every room on the way to hell. The very air had a charm. the warmth embedded me and wafted me on, and so no less did the riotous music, the intoxication of colors, the perfume of women's shoulders, the clamor of the hundred tounges, the laughter, the rhythm of the dance, and the glances of all the kindled eyes. A Spanish dancing girll flung herself into my arms: "Dance with me!" "Can't," said I. "I'm bound for hell. But I'll gladly take a kiss with me."
Megan's Magical Tea Party
11 years ago
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dude. keith and i wrote an actually cool song and used this paragraph as the lyrics. its cool
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