Micro Thongs For Teens
- An item of clothing fastened by or including such a narrow strip, in particular
- A skimpy bathing suit or pair of underpants like a G-string
- (thong) underpants resembling a G-string; worn by women especially under very tight pants; “she wore thongs in her quest for the callipygian ideal”
- (thong) a thin strip of leather; often used to lash things together
- (thong) lash: leather strip that forms the flexible part of a whip
- A narrow strip of leather or other material, used esp. as a fastening or as the lash of a whip
- Extremely small
- extremely small in scale or scope or capability
- Micro Cars is a automobile company based in Peliyagoda, Sri Lanka, Founded in 1995. This was established by automobile engineer, Dr. Lawrence Perara. Their first introduction was “Micro Privilege” which had 1000cc gasoline engine with inline 4 cylinders.
- See also Micro Cars
- the time of life between the ages of 12 and 20
- all the numbers that end in -teen
- (teen) adolescent: a juvenile between the onset of puberty and maturity
- The years of a person’s age from 13 to 19
You will have conjured something like Leghand, the synth-hop of contrarians Yves Kronos Verela and Dennis Brewster Fuller.
Tracks such as This Kraft of Ours (T.K.O.) on Leghand’s debut album (Just) Blutto summon an epic ambience with hooks for the ride, beats for the clubs, and grooves for the lounge. Leghand is a post-humanist juxtaposition worthy of Hans Bellmer or a high-fashion cupie doll. The name and the sound characterize the unlikely collaboration between Ykronos: Haitian transplant, father and producer, and Fuller, Cuban-American student of percussion and film scoring.
In subtropical Mayami, relief animates all creatures at dusk. Nightlife is a way of seeing: tapetum lucidum from the glitter of Miami Beach to the high-rises of downtown, the gold teeth of Overtown, and invisible jewelry of the underground. The nocturnal wisdom of youth culture is one-size-fits-all. In their dance-anthem single Super Laser Night Vision (S.L.N.V.) Leghand invents a soundscape for rolling though Little Haiti knowing that the jits of today are the Santeros of tomorrow.
You can shoot me, but I am not going to stop…