Shouting from the sweaty confines of a DJ bag and mouth piece, Zooky sounds the knobs for a new wax air push into the minds of willing teens. Twisting and touting that keystone grin, he stands tall and proper behind the lit up booth. A-typical for this young soldier, lining up those copy cut souls for his bongo bash massacre. Since becoming the light of his own inner beauty, Ben Zooky as he remarks, is the cold hard face of the new wave clubbing scene. Sporting his wares in a bedroom like many, he shot quickly with a deep cresting fury into a supple lip sucking scene. House, electro and pop shot disasters were seeding in bars and underground dens, much to his dislike. He stuck around and stinted out his virginal mind at the queer eye’d end of the Oxford St strip. Havana bar was the name, and he made it his own. For Zooky it was a start, a quiet few names and a re-nouned here and there. Last Friday of the month was the night for party party party. Smashed pumpkins, slipped dicks, and glass shards was in habitat, the apparel got fluro and the floor brite azz lites. This virginal queen was brooding, and the child spooned a foreign scented spray atop the necks of loose sweaty sprouters.

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