Discoteque (and Mr. Sundown)

the heroes and the cyclops shake hands. they not only shake hands but they shake their asses. its a peculiar island hermaphadides island. the way they do things here are quite unlike how they do things in the city of angels as the angels prefer to glide and waltz gently departing the earth. it aint about flying for them for they've already got wings. they prefer to walk and dream and suffer and long like us. but they are not us, the heroes and the cyclops. they dont know how to shake their asses like us. they lack the beats. purple and scrumptious, shapes of teardrops, they thrive in harsher climates like hermphadides island. we harvest the shit out of them and then we shake our asses. long live the union between the heroes and the cyclops in hermphadides island. i pray that the angels will one day catch up to our asses.