Orgasmic Techno

One night i was in bed for six straight hours listening to techno. I was going through my music folder, browsing live sets, and reading reviews.Plus i was '5ive'd' off my head. A very jolly time to be spontaneous and write a little something all for the love of techno. I was a tiny rendition of Bob Marley, on his dope he found the inspiration to make beautiful lyrical rhymes, ironically, when you're on any form of substance, random 'intelligence' pours out. So heres to one of those nights:)


Dancing to a Cave mix or hard bass of Inigo Kennedy
She asks for so little, it just doesn't seem right
That even ladies less pretty or experienced, it seems,
Are out there dancing and living her dreams.
The frozen smile is growing heavy on her face,
As a lively Swing tune picks up the pace;
Cannot anyone see just how deeply she yearns to be dancing, to Hertz
If you don't know hertz, you don't know techno
Oh, to be cursed with this burning desire to dance,
To sit and wait patiently for every single chance
To feel the heart, the soul, and the body complete
Integrated with the music from her head to her feet.
Feeling every beat of its monstrous bassline
A climax of an rhythemic orgasmic out-of-body experience
She exagerrates, but purely techno made her no saint
Tearing her soul, her mind, and her body apart.As she aches to express the feelings the music provokes,
The music so perfect, so full of dreams and of hopes.