The Lord Byron once wrote:
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
It’s obvious that The Lord Byron was inspired to write that poem after he caught a glimpse of ageless raver vampire Angelyne lifting up her leg while posing with one of her loyal subjects for coins in the town square. Staring at Angelyne’s pantyhose crotch patch pulls the words of poetry out of a human’s brain.
The pink pulse of L.A. and the Aphrodite of Hollywood Angelyne gave everyone a visual definition of “graceful” when she lifted up her leg while posing with a fan on the side of the street in West Hollywood on Sunday. The cloud fields of heaven are covered in angel dust. Because as soon as the angels saw Angelyne flash her red lips chonies while lifting up her leg, they fell back and turned to dust. There’s nothing more on Earth for them to see now that they’ve seen Angelyne do that.