The Twins

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-  Disco Nap  -

- Disco Nap -

In a whirling flash, the 90s washed away and was replaced with the 70s. This was a great time for fashion - so in pure excitement, I threw on my disco dress and curled my lashes. The sweet, sweet sound of funk pulsated through my walls -prepping me for pounding the city streets. Once ready, I emerged from my apartment through a thick cloud of hairspray. I WAS a walking disco.

My mule heels took me all the way to soho in cushioned comfort. I was riding high and it was probably from all the hair spray fumes. Nothing could break the feeling… Except for the sight of the downtown "cool kids". They were all dressed like outcast from the Brady Bunch remake, directed by Baz Lihrmann, obvi. Every girl sporting a choker last week moseyed her way to high rise bell bottoms and peasant tops and every hipster remained in jeans and lumberjack shirts. The hipsters were clearly confused with the cultural movement, which came to a bit of shock since they were birthed from the hippie 40 years prior.

I stopped dead in my tracks, glanced up at the sky and screamed, "this is not the 70s I asked for!!!!!" The entire city spun around, and I found myself back in my apartment. I hurled myself into bed in full preteen tantrum glory and wept myself to sleep. I figured it best to disco nap my way through this reincarnated decade until the next regurgitated era was upon us.

I stopped dead in my tracks, glanced up at the sky and screamed, "this is not the 70s I asked for!!!!!" The entire city spun around, and I found myself back in my apartment. I hurled myself into bed in full preteen tantrum glory and wept myself to sleep. I figured it best to disco nap my way through this reincarnated decade until the next regurgitated era was upon us.

- INSTAHONEY -

- INSTAHONEY -

- Glimpse of Life -

- Glimpse of Life -

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