i translated this in and out of spanish for some unknown reason.
I totally danced AT Tate Modern’s hour-long-sweaty-crack-fest. I am totally of danced in the Tate Modern of one hour of duration, sudoroso - - - festín of “crack”. Something of to rebirth, courtesy of mobile clubbing. Something of a Renaissance, courtesy of movable discotecas. For I wore my orange hexicon t-shirt exactly this sort of “Wherés Wally” situation. I took to my orange hexicon exactly t-shirt for this type of “Where it is Wally” Situation.