gyrate

As all right-thinking people know, the best flibbets are the ones that gyrate.

It was painful to gyrate back to the server for every state change.

Even then, the market would sometimes run in the opposite direction it should have given the news, or gyrate wildly until early the next day.

But Joseph Jordania, for example, argues that speech evolved from choral singing, which arose as a defense mechanism on the savannah where groups of human ancestors would vocalize and gyrate in unison to intimidate predators.

Specifically, some cheap effect used to give a flat image the illusion of depth by making its outline gyrate back and forth combined with a lens flare, the effect was muted/eliminated when Handbrake ripped it, as though Handbrake was trying to stabilize the video or something.

.an i say someone’s beentamperin’ with your headyou jumpraise your voice---an’ gyrate yourselft’ the tone of principlesyour arm is raisedan’ i tell you there are no politicsin the afternoon you runt’ keep appointments---with false loversan’ this leaves youdrained by nightfallyou ask me questionsan’ i say that every questionif it’s a truthful question---can be answered by askin’ ityou stompget madi say it’s got nothin’ t’ do withgertrude steinyou turn your eyes---t’ the radioan’ tell me what awasteland exists in televisionyou rant an’ raveof povertyyour fingers crawl the walls---the screen door leaves black marksacross your noseyour breath remains onwindow glassbullfight posters hang crooked above your headan’ the phone rings constantly---you tell me how much i’ve changedas if that is all there is t’ sayout of the side of your mouthwhile talkin’ on the wiresin a completely differenttone of voice---than you had a minute agowhen speakin’ t’ me about something elsei say what’s this about changes?you say "let’s go get drunk"light a cigarette"an’ throw up on the world"---you go t’ your closetmumblin’ about the phoniness of churchesan’ spastic national leadersi say groovy butalso holy hollowness tooyes hollow holiness---an’ that some of my best friendsknow people that go t’ churchyou blow upslam doorssay "can’t no one say nothin’ t’ you"i say "what do You think?