Soul Bay Beat

This is disco, baby.

You are going where?

Do I look like a person who would know?

My tail is on fire and so is my tongue.

I dipped the latter one in a secret of some sort.

It burned a little and what did I gain?

I forgot the damned secret.

Now, what kind of crap is that?

I don't know.

Therefore, I saw locking myself into a closet for two weeks as the only option.

What a wild experience it was.

What wild thoughts I had.

Something about parrots.

Something about a vile headache and cold sweat pushing through.

Something about caring about something or someone.

Something that reminded me about mango fruits, about monkeys chasing each other.

I tried desperately to write a book about this experience.

"The closet for dummies", or something of such.

What was the question again?

Oh, I see.

Not sure, but I would dare to guide you down the street that you see over there.

I believe that you can find the bay of souls somewhere behind the curve, ma'am.

And so they departed.

Passed each other by and never met again.