FLASH ROCKS THE CRYPOD

it's 4 am at the club and all the grizzley bears have returned. they've already hit the hay once tonight; now they're back for more. they're rubbing vanilla pinkberry on each others' chests, and their beards are scratchy like Pat the Bunny, but you don't know if you can help it, because you're just too damned lonely. you miss her so much, and if her heart can't rest inside you, then maybe, just maybe, one of these lumberjacks could fill the void. you sink into the crowd, your eyes blown wide open in oblivion. all is lost...then...out of nowhere...just as you begin to collapse into the arms of a sweaty man-beast...this song drops in. the kick sends warmth through your spine. the strings wash through the room like an icy synth rainbow (pow!). you inhale deeply, the strobes hit full-tilt, and you realize you're not alone. stay alive.

Love, Flashie

Robyn & Kleerup - "With Every Heartbeat"