Crowd

Backstreet remedies to twin urban maladies, boredom and frustration. Dispensed by shadow grinning chemists, blitzed as your sold six or so hours away from thought. Then heart pounding head gleaming the dance floor fun fair, driven over awed by rhythm and teased to a peak by a god bathed in red light, all over bodygasms. Euphoria glimpsed with Dionysian panic.