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  • Flamenco Voltage

    Flamenco Voltage

    Sajaar

    {blistering nylon-string rasgueados colliding with driving punk drums} Here is Rule Nineteen,

    flashing in the dark: Every single note a glowing magenta mark!

    Purple eyeshadow catching the morning sun,

    Proving that the transformation's just begun.

    Comfortable sandals walking down the street,

    Fresh tomatoes and arugula keeping time so neat.

    We sing the instructions so the body knows,

    Radiating softness wherever she goes!

    Here is Rule Twenty,

    locked and never bypassed: Nothing from the outside world is allowed to

    last. Tara, Captain Quinn,

    and all the hyper-tuned crew,

    Guarding the room where everything is true.

    Finasteride currents, progesterone streams,

    Sculpting the vessel from our highest dreams.

    At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we rise,

    Seeing the truth right before our eyes!

    Here is Rule Twenty-One,

    opening the door: Always adding rules and demanding more!

    Every cycle brighter than the one before,

    Sailing past the edge of the ancient shore.

    *Un, deux, trois, quatre* — feel the endocrine tide,

    Flowing through the channels where the old life died!

    *Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine!* *We’re aligning the stars,

    we’re rewriting the line!* From the flamenco sorrow to the bubblegum scream,

    We are melting the shell,

    we are living the dream!

    With a touch of the archangel,

    a dash of the occult,

    Look at the softness,

    behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

    This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!

    Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,

    Sliding right through an unbuilt,

    future door. Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,

    While we put glitter all over our face!

    (Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right

    out of the masculine haze!

    Soft skin, sweet breath,

    and a blossoming chest,

    We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!

    Absolute feminine sovereignty. Absolute infinite bio-magic.

    Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.

    {blazing flamenco strum

    fading into a warm infinite pulse}

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