The bottle dance from Fiddler on the Roof. :D
The Wallflower Shuffle...
either that or the Robot.
Something slow...
The Denial Twist
Director of Sales
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The Masochism Tango
My heart is a fire, not an emmmberrrr...
On the day of my birth,
God strapped strapped on his platform boots of infinite height...
His pants that flared at the bottom, white as bliss and shadowing the heavens...
The matching jacket gleaming the white of a thousand suns...
The collar of his night-blue shirt was the platonic ideal of the wings of butterflies...
He pointed one finger up to show us that he was First Among All.
He pointed one finger down to shows us mortals our place.
He danced across the multihued sky and it was GOOD.
He danced the Texas 2 Step!
Yeah that's right, I said it & I ain't ashamed of it!
The Denial Twist
I think, actually, that God was stoned and listening to Kyuss when he thought
"Hey, you know what would be cool? To crossbreed Irish and Germans and see what kind of an alcoholic I can make! and I should make the product socially awkward! And snarky! Jusst for the hell of it! Yeah!"
All in one breath:
The night R-type was reluctantly pushed into this world of cold distant flesh god lounged upon a stylish (art deco style) leather divan while cradling a glass of red in one hand and smoking from a long stemmed cigarette in the other -rolling his eyes at the other deities and tapping his foot to Belle and Sebastian’s Arab strap album in a stuffy and pretentious yet self deprecating manner –until an old 90’s Shaman tune came on and he danced like a nutter with his top off and ground his own teeth flat while telling everything in creation and beyond how much he loved them.
God grabbed the nearest angel and grinded drunkenly to the blaring disco techno remix.
All the other gods whistled and cheered in admiration as God popped and locked around the room, eventually sidling backwards out the door and down the street. After a while Buddha said:
"I don't think he's coming back..."
I doubt it was Funky Chicken. More likely The Screw.
Let's do it.
C'mon and do it.
To the right,
to the left.
Now front,
now back.
C'mon and do . . .
DANCE THE SCREW
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The Denial TwistI think, actually, that God was stoned and listening to Kyuss when he thought
"Hey, you know what would be cool? To crossbreed Irish and Germans and see what kind of an alcoholic I can make! and I should make the product socially awkward! And snarky! Jusst for the hell of it! Yeah!"
I think that He was dancing the Can't Dance. (my apologies to Secretturchinman)
I need to stop changing my mind.
On the night I was born a man-like being wearing a T-shirt that read, "I'm God! Beelee dat! hugged himself and rocked gently with his eyes closed to a beautiful acoustic guitar song. Then he blew out the last lit candle and dreamt of slaughter and chocolate.
I don't get it either... but that's what happened.
