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{vinyl crackle and slow smoky jazz trumpet
entering, delayed double-bass slides building tension}
Caught us slipping, did you?
Laughing in the dark,
Sharing gossip while we stroll right through the park.
Oigan, por favor, we never missed a beat,
Just resting our scuffed Skechers on the velvet seat!
The tea is getting cold,
the narrative advances, We don't follow rules,
we make up our own dances.
Purple eyeshadow catching the dim pub light,
We’re looking devastatingly wrong and right!
{breath y female vocal harmonies}
Love y'all, mean it,
keeping up the pace,
Staring the whole simulation right in the face!
With a tomato sandwich and a slow-motion stride,
We’ve got the entire multiverse on our side.
No rush to judgment,
no schedule to view,
Taking our sweet time being completely Tiguidou.
(luxurious bass drop)
Absolute narrative momentum.
Absolute affectionate chaos.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the chronically late,
brilliantly hyper-tuned crew. {teaspoon
clink fading into endless warm drone,
muffled giggling} {stretched
to
infinity}