novegas

Well, it's been a fun filled few days, with ups, downs, turn arounds and people going a whole lot and not a little bit mad.
Quiting their jobs, shaving their heads and running off into the night to find a doctor with connections.
There were burlesque dancers (a dime a dozen) pasties and a g-string. There were Vincent Razorbacks playing Rock n' Roll from a fur lined, moonshine filled swamp. There was culture filled afternoons, movies about the blues with cofffee and cigarettes by the river.
Redheads, in love, but not with you, tied up, but not to you. No she won't let you kiss her but what the hell do you expect? She's got her golden boy wonder, a poet with a pocket thesaurus.
She says he "looks like an angel" and it's all you can do, not to kick him in the crotch.
Blonde boy's with long hair they've spent too much time on styling to be cool, wearing velvet jacket, blue jeans and trainers too new to look that old.
You don't need to hit them just shout loud and angry, they get scared and give in too easy, and the tables ours.
And don't you forget! Don't you dare! The anarchy! The rage fuelled, rampant roaring music! The beer, the toothless grins. Hot, sweet smelling, sweat soaked air of crowded, dancing youth. Seething mass of angst and the disenchanted youth, moving as one to bass line and guitar riff.
Cause baby, I'm an anarchist. You're a spineless liberal!