Coursing through your skull and spine, tangling itself in the break of beat, a spell possesses you, and “Poison” venoms your every fiber. Stretching, kicking, clawing at the sky, you fight with what isn’t there in the form of dance, and sting your heart with a pulse to the soul’s core. Like a night that never quits. A fever only cure by movement. Involuntary reactions like an audible daydream. Visions of waves and trails of hallucinations crackle your eyesight. Corneas burst. New colors and shapes only marked by finger tips. Life has never been this crystallized.
Via App poppin’ a heck of a lot more than “Poison” this week, representing for good-old 1080p — amongst other beat crazed fienders — will be bumping up Bossa Nova Civic Club on Myrtle Ave this Thursday at 10, so bring a friend!
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