Well first i realized i was a faggot with a tiny penis.
And everything just sort of came together.
One morning i simply wore a bright yellow dress and my aqua headband. I lied sedated and with low blood sugar on my kitchen floor. I began to rub soap and vinegar all over my body and in that momment, i began to levitate.
During this levitation, i fell somewhat unconscious.
I began to dream of nipples and weener.
I arose. I became a new man that day, and the only way i could satisfy this new sensation. Was to dance.
I danced like the schoolgirl I am.
And with a lust for dance came a lust for music to dance to.
I often would refuge in my basement dancing to music of my own creation.
Others would accompany me, and we began to call ourselves "Clubb Purple".
Clubb Purple was a place a person could go to, to just dance and, occasionally, poop in the corner of room. Heck! Even right in the middle!
90% of Clubb Purple was, however, mentally challenged.
People, like Patephany Bickleman, were so mentally challenged that their loss of care for what people thought, and lust for dance, caused such a pure ecstacy in our dances that we would be...INVINCIBLE!!! LOLOLOLOLZERS!!!!
Enjoy.
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