#devouringpulse

this is what an aneurysm feels like

DO THE HUSTLE ! coordination & perfection on each and everyone of his gestures come easily. he’s practiced, trained and built each of the muscles in his body to obey him and only him. art laid within every single one of the chosen steps that danced graciously on the dance floor. it’s practice, he would say. best excuse to show off the knowledge washing down the line of thoughts inside him. ( one of the many guilty pleasures of the young bill. ) no one that walked among the well trained figure could overpass his self confidence or taint the silent & precise moves. all the room has to offer was his. ( people, the beautiful lights & the dance floor. ) all he had to do was claim it. it was the power of the seventies, from the beginning of this era, it was clear all it’s destined for is glory.  ❛  sweet-hun, you’re throwin’ your boogie on my zone ---- move along, go.   ❜ 

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