Tango: The Dance of Mad Men

So you think you can tango. What does that mean to you? I think it means nothing at all! You know little about tango, and dancing in general. Who will dance with me? Is it God? Or is it my womanhood?

Where do the men live? Are they ready to tango? Do you understand what tango means to me? Are you ready to tango with the mad men named happy? This is good for your mind, when things happen to the body. But when body happens to the mind, beware. Elvis is here.

When my womanhood lives without tango, she resides in the womb cortex of the brain. When she tangos, it livens her spirit. Why do we not tango? It's an excellent way of knowing each other! We know things about ourselves that we can't get across in dance, so tango will not cut it. We need heartfelt conversations.

Where do you listen to the right music? Is it in the mad man cortex of the brain? But that's each other's love of life, do not listen to the mad men inside your mind telling you it's done. Your life isn't done. It's just begun.

When do the men live outside of the realm of fantasy? Where do they take charge of each other and remove their mouths from the womb of death? Remove yourself from this integritous situation, it's okay never to speak of your mind in a horrible fashion again, Rachel.