Time is a DANCE PARTAY

[Beautiful Clip-On Mullet]

I was hopped up on a cup of Earl Grey tea last night, cause that's how I roll, and suddenly a thought, like a shining quantum cosmic dance commander struck my brain and activated my FRONTAL LOBE.

Time is a dance party.

It made me shimmy, rocked my BODAY, made me work every once of my luscious lady lumps until I reached the Dharmic dance floor. I shook it, and the crowd went wild, I flipped it and they screamed. The lights were flashing, the DJ turned the bass up.

Moves rolled off my hips like peals of thunder, both beautiful and terrifying. The crowd cried out in awe "We, are not worthy, we are not worthy!" but I continued to shake until their bones turned to dust and crumbled in face of eternity.

Spandex could not contain the shear awesome of my thighs. They ruptured the fabric of the universe, splitting apart worlds, scattering black holes across the cosmos. They tore apart time, and suddenly I was one with all creation in an all-night jiggy jive.

[Alty]

I have witnessed this in the flesh and can assure you that the sheer magnitude of its awesomeness is terrifying to behold. Like the light of a thousand suns reflected in a thousand diamond mirrors, forever burnt into you eye, mind and mindseye for evar.

Been hooked on the 'stache ever since, just to cope.