Dancing with the Bizarre

I see a reality of nothingness. You come my way and bit me that day. I got up and walked away. Zoos allow you to drink of gorilla and orangotan. You will never have a man again. This is not a game show. People are demonic. They have abilities and they can see. You are cruelty to me. My set will not rest in your womb. Tombs of soldiers will not open their doors. You are now untouchable because you lied. You could see how and what I could see. I figured it out intuitively by being chief and never lying to pet. Vampiric lines are closed to everyone but you, Ana. Now they are open and Dunlop can see your reality. You are disgusting and so you say that of me. The body, then the beauty will explode on tv. I guess that I just save the industry. I say rise, you say fall. All you are is jealousy. You rest in a hokey coffin today in your dressing room. You are nothing. It was all just imagery. That was never what I claimed to be. I do it right, all by myself. My dance is my own, but my ballet is wrestling with perfection. Hip hip hula bellydance. Modern movements are expression of all reality. In this time I am heavy, but I am alive, able bodied, and in society. I must dance with the demonic and light them all ablaze. I know not your names, and I really do not care at all. Fall now is the call for The Pussycat Dolls. You broke the rules to have a dancer on that show. Your jealousy broke her ankle that day with telekenisis, she passed it along to Jennifer Grey. Jennifers are the biggest victims on any tv.