A mass of kissed masochists

.. and while Jazz looks upon the tension and release of its own reflection, excellence asks secretly," am I a gift or should i cease to be perfection?"

love thy neighbor? while naughty neighbors love through lust? my aching heart and deleting senses alone beneath mistrust. but the neighbors' sauntered feet betray. sliding each step away from the path deemed righteous. yes, come pass along with us upon our own magnetic heading if righteousness is too ripe to swallow even with your banana breading.

..and Miles smiles because he knew. his life too was push and pull but relieving Live Evil's seething's coaxes wolves beneath the wool. morality, a pal-to-be, behind your choice determined.. inquiring minds point prodding nods when the sub-elite be vermoned. and when subtlety learned liken love, who then to toll the bell to wake a mass of kissed masochists to break out of their shell?

..and so Jazz- re-harmonizing echoes, keeping time with tempo fast- models us an Art of Love composing beauty from its past.