On a foggy San Francisco night…
Billy Neon was the embodiment of his chosen name. A tall tube of scintillating energy, reflecting an effervescent, ephemeral, rare earth gas with a pulsing, glowing, radiating, irrepressible, lead guitar player persona. His fluorescent, electric blue spiked hair guaranteed his stage presence.
Alice Red was a bright fireworks electric burst of tightly curled red hair cropped three inches from her scalp. Her life was all about waiting between orgasms and her next hit of Acid. She was a red fire spark from a hot wire in the dark, captivating, beguiling, enticing, functionally bewitching all she encountered.
Suddenly, their surprisingly separate ways met on their fog shrouded journeys to Sacred Grounds. Quite quickly, they became two contrasting colors blending into a brand new hue that might last forever.
On a foggy San Francisco night…
Billy Neon was the embodiment of his chosen name. A tall tube of scintillating energy, reflecting an effervescent, ephemeral, rare earth gas with a pulsing, glowing, radiating, irrepressible, lead guitar player persona. His fluorescent, electric blue spiked hair guaranteed his stage presence.
Alice Red was a bright fireworks electric burst of tightly curled red hair cropped three inches from her scalp. Her life was all about waiting between orgasms and her next hit of Acid. She was a red fire spark from a hot wire in the dark, captivating, beguiling, enticing, functionally bewitching all she encountered.
Suddenly, their surprisingly separate ways met on their fog shrouded journeys to Sacred Grounds. Quite quickly, they became two contrasting colors blending into a brand new hue that might last forever.