Yep, while the bad news is that this means I am super selective of what I dance to, the good, no, blissful news is that once those proverbial stars are lined up for the perfect inspiration, I go 180º and can't stop dancing, can't dance slowly, can't hesitate to dance, can't moderate/refrain from EXPLODING onto the Rave/dancefloor! It is rather like the sudden simplicity of when the guillotine suddenly lands after being released from above seconds before, at most.
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