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┃ J - E - W - E - L - Y - S - M
┃ We might be the sons of the streets
┃ Yet we fight not only for our own
┃ Beware, don't you ever take us lightly
The society is raged through unwillingness of such entitled leaderships of people, coursing through inappropriate places. The insides of our brain cells are those encourgaments pf our hardships in life. encouraged and motivated in thick and thin haa driven Jewelysm to form such alliance. Dance and our paragonism towards Isadora Duncan has proved that we possess not only the ability to create waves through our physique, yet we have showed the world the depth of our moves which contain messages delivered to our brothers and sisters around the world. Couch-seaters o' the utmost powerful ones, yet the weakest ones amongst all. Our proficient performances are soon to be held in qualified atmosphere, condoned in unbelievably strong sarcasm and whittiful peculiar expressions. For those who stepped upon us by their filthy socks covered their peculiar faces by such masks of justic-fighter, we proudly announce our own remarkable identifiers for those who stand with us.
【✪】Marked through the photograph personage in JPG soul.
【✪】Living within moments of MP4 soulful markings.
In the properity courses of our dignity, we knitted the prideful relationships amongst all that stand within our fight. In accordance to the production of such remarkable masks, we bestow the utmost appreciative essence towards the perspective given through @OldBreeze. Though bittersweet courses of actions have since been taken in vain, our dignity and pride stay precisly and interchangeably the same. Through our performances, you will witness the sky-soaring energy, bestowed upon the injustice brought down upon ourselves. Towards the performance bestowed amongst spciety under the umbrellas of #JewelysmCatalyst, citizen of Barcelona behold the artistic figures of the crew considered lowly by the couch-seaters. Powerless as we may, we hold enormous powers over people, much more than shiny-feeted creatures do. In case of emergencies regarding the fixture in wearing such masks, the Jewelysm crew members are also reliable in help through @JewelysmBot. Ask for our help in mannerful deities and we shall help you in any times of need.
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┃ J - E - W - E - L - Y - S - M
┃ We might be the sons of the streets
┃ Yet we fight not only for our own
┃ Beware, don't you ever take us lightly
The society is raged through unwillingness of such entitled leaderships of people, coursing through inappropriate places. The insides of our brain cells are those encourgaments pf our hardships in life. encouraged and motivated in thick and thin haa driven Jewelysm to form such alliance. Dance and our paragonism towards Isadora Duncan has proved that we possess not only the ability to create waves through our physique, yet we have showed the world the depth of our moves which contain messages delivered to our brothers and sisters around the world. Couch-seaters o' the utmost powerful ones, yet the weakest ones amongst all. Our proficient performances are soon to be held in qualified atmosphere, condoned in unbelievably strong sarcasm and whittiful peculiar expressions. For those who stepped upon us by their filthy socks covered their peculiar faces by such masks of justic-fighter, we proudly announce our own remarkable identifiers for those who stand with us.
【✪】Marked through the photograph personage in JPG soul.
【✪】Living within moments of MP4 soulful markings.
In the properity courses of our dignity, we knitted the prideful relationships amongst all that stand within our fight. In accordance to the production of such remarkable masks, we bestow the utmost appreciative essence towards the perspective given through @OldBreeze. Though bittersweet courses of actions have since been taken in vain, our dignity and pride stay precisly and interchangeably the same. Through our performances, you will witness the sky-soaring energy, bestowed upon the injustice brought down upon ourselves. Towards the performance bestowed amongst spciety under the umbrellas of #JewelysmCatalyst, citizen of Barcelona behold the artistic figures of the crew considered lowly by the couch-seaters. Powerless as we may, we hold enormous powers over people, much more than shiny-feeted creatures do. In case of emergencies regarding the fixture in wearing such masks, the Jewelysm crew members are also reliable in help through @JewelysmBot. Ask for our help in mannerful deities and we shall help you in any times of need.
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│ Dancing is the silent language
only my body able to speak of.
│ It is solely a way through which
the pain life gives me are washed away.
Strong and callused, both of his hands glided with the agility of a dancer, demolishing edifice with a vision for artistic promise encoded in their fractures as opposed to with the sole goal of causing catastrophe. His zest was evident and his enthusiasm was contagious. The act of demolishing served as a cathartic release and a powerful display of his wild personality, giving him strength and comfort. He went looking for deserted sites of construction, enjoying the disorder of collapsing buildings and the sound of crashing rubble. Every structure he demolished served as a metaphor for his own resurrection and an example of his capacity to rise above the limitations of his youth and seize the limitless opportunities of the moment. He was a man in motion, an energetic tornado, an essence of the earth, and a man rejuvenated. He was a living example of how the human soul may soar above the rubble of its history and relish the wild, thrilling dance of life. He was a harmonica of flexibility, an embroidery sewn with strands of disaster and rebirth, Harland Albar.
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1999—IV “21: 詩, A bloke howls besides thunderbolts Sol III: G04.” | 颯爽
│ Dance uncovers who I really am,
│ What I was unquestionably meant to be,
│ The one I remain in the land of tomorrow.
His deft feet start glided with opulence, each stride echoing in the quiet chamber. Wandering around, heeding the guidance of his subconscious akin to the wind rustling the grass throughout the pasture. His confident movements effortlessly align with the beat of the music, creating a seamless fusion of dance and emotion. His incredible dance moves are inexhaustible, they flow continuously and liven up the surroundings where applause is raised in appreciation of this man's exquisite dancing, which skillfully combines every single move. The physique and the mind are constantly amalgamating to put forth a masterful dance move. He is courageously forging a lasting impression on the world whereas showcasing his adept utilization of his limbs. And whilst doing so, he is unveiling his genuine persona to everyone and arising as an immortality in his very own right. A genuinely self-assured and accomplished dancer wherever he may be, Asher Dominic.
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│ Dance becomes my path of expressing
│ all the emotions that that surrounds
│ me as I lose myself in the beats.
A sense of expectancy rippled through the room as the stage lights darkened. A beam of light fell on the person occupying the center of attention, akin to a beacon in the night. He headed with purposeful movements, his body acting as a canvas ready for the rhythms to be painted on it. Instead of striking a stiff pose, he positioned himself in a state of readiness and gazed throughout the audience, searching for their exuberance and desire. His countenance, sculpted with a subdued assurance, exuded optimism and the prospect of something exceptional about to transpire. Then the music began to echo with the first beat. A deep growl, a throbbing beat that intensified, a hip-hop pulse that seized the space. The room was filled with the lively symphony of sound that was the music, which made the air seem palpable. The street dance superstar is there, leads the way with a physique that is a symphony of panache and skills, Jeodave Delorge.
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│ Dancing is the silent language
only my body able to speak of.
│ It is solely a way through which
the pain life gives me are washed away.
Named after the sweet yet plumpy fruit, such individual possesses the prioritized position of the dance crew. Amongst all wonderful dancers in the team, he holds such presence where his beautiful curves and moves highlight the whole dynamic of the group. He efficiently spends his time throughout the day by experimenting new innovative moves that bring up the group's dynamics. The extreme affection he suggests over the rest of the group members strengthens the bond of each one to one another. Chorally gifted upon him was the intense leadership and self-conscious abilities, profounding him to be such a distinguished individual within the group producing irreplaceable self-acceptance lessons. His life began in such hardships, yet it became invaluable for him to congregate the scorching pain beyond eternity. He is the dancer who emits pain into happiness, Louie Rushforth.
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louie rushforth.
blast from the elapsed–tenacious in an immense roundel & i persevere the course destitute of barren. (swempel drought: echoing conscience.)
│ Every ardent gesture is inked with the
│ ablaze flames that scorch within my
│ core that recognizes foreseeable end.
His feet felt the pulsation of the metropolis, an ensemble of steel and concrete. A man with no companion in the urban sprawl, but he made the ordinary into spectacular. The energy of the night reverberated with his motions, which were a maelstrom of controlled anarchy. He moved as a conduit, allowing the beat of the city to flow through him. Every stride was an announcement, a declaration of uniqueness in the middle of the city's anonymity. His body, an unpolished work of art, painted tales on the night's tapestry. Every bend and leap demonstrated the tenacity of spirit, serving as a ray of hope amidst the concrete jungle. The atmosphere erupted with excitement as his motions materialized, creating a complex pattern of precise steps and commanding gestures. Each spin and leap demonstrates the unadulterated power of his gift, like a spark of lightning lighting up the night. Those who ventured to witness its beauty were enthralled with his dance, a dazzling, galvanic tapestry fashioned from the very fabric of the city. The street dancer whose spirit moved to the pulse of the city, Jacqee Mathers.
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👁️ Being brought forth wholly into earth may be a blissful serendipity as time goes by, issue and massive things have the confidence to approach without clemency, for those who don’t have the brawniness to battle firmly. He inscribes all his thoughts in undyed notepaper, which doesn’t carry slightest scratch. Wise thinking will later be of awesome assist, in getting through as well as eliminating troublesome. Practicing openness to conditions of prosperity through inner calm, as well as awareness of one's own ability to defend. He loudly uttered a few stern words, sympathizing with the feelings of frustration and despair in one’s unfortunate existence. He was a balancer in dance who moved with marvelous dedication.
│ Fear often gets in the way of expressing
│ oneself with absolute freedom, with dance
│ being self-fulfilling while putting in the effort.
Over an extended phase of time, within his sincerity in repositioning his limbs. He spent a lot of time contemporize movement’s collection he had profound with several eager to help colleagues as well as enhancing sense of security in a pleasant surround of camaraderie. A neat collection of behest, preserved in a monograph of shared memories. Movements made from the relatively easy ones, to participating in researching until a complete and coherent collection of stories was created. He balances all reactions as well as the feelings within himself full blast. A nonchalant atmosphere now often visited thereafter his gracious appearance. Happiness that’s estimated to reach the greatest goal, self-satisfaction does not get bored to arrive as the length of time spent over and above. Balance in dance that’s needed is created by the contortion of his figure, concerning by essentially everything must at least run in equilibrium. Dancer who tries to express genuine truthfulness hereabouts himself, Ashymiel Daico. 💀
│ Fear often gets in the way of expressing
│ oneself with absolute freedom, with dance
│ being self-fulfilling while putting in the effort.
Over an extended phase of time, within his sincerity in repositioning his limbs. He spent a lot of time contemporize movement’s collection he had profound with several eager to help colleagues as well as enhancing sense of security in a pleasant surround of camaraderie. A neat collection of behest, preserved in a monograph of shared memories. Movements made from the relatively easy ones, to participating in researching until a complete and coherent collection of stories was created. He balances all reactions as well as the feelings within himself full blast. A nonchalant atmosphere now often visited thereafter his gracious appearance. Happiness that’s estimated to reach the greatest goal, self-satisfaction does not get bored to arrive as the length of time spent over and above. Balance in dance that’s needed is created by the contortion of his figure, concerning by essentially everything must at least run in equilibrium. Dancer who tries to express genuine truthfulness hereabouts himself, Ashymiel Daico. 💀
│ My lifeline is dancing. That's the main
│ thing that propels me forward, lifts my
│ spirits, and keeps me rooted.
A youngster was bouncing frantically on the edge of a quiet roadway as the setting sun bathed the sky with a dulcet orange glow, obscuring the urban luminescence that were starting to flit on. His motions echoed ocean waves fragmenting against a rocky shoreline. Even though his brow stood out with profuse tears, he never stopped moving. Likewise, every step he took was an echo of his vibrating heart. He rocked with every detail he had, without contemplating onlookers or the imminent cold. He danced because it was his infectious enthusiasm, his own fiery desire. He put in his all to each movement, beyond simply dancing. He mastered his ability, leave an imprint on the universe with a flaming battling spirit and convictions that emanated from his visage. His intensity was unavoidable since the man was an embodiment of gravity. He was an unrelenting pursuit of dreams, aiming to establish his mark on the global scene, Amorys Heith.
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│ My heart thumps noisily in the street.
│ I dance to the pace of its heartbeat
│ as it's the lifeblood of the downtown.
The boy had a burning desire that was tough to overlook. It was a vivid current that rushed throughout the atmosphere, precisely matching the metropolis's throb. He danced with a gratuitous ferocity that was at once seductive and hazardous, as opposed to the polished grace of a ballroom dancer. Every stride was an act of revolt, a rejection of the norm. He turned the abrasive playgrounds into an altar for his very own personal masterpiece by shaping the atmosphere around him while dancing. His presence pulsed through the room, like electricity. It was like a current running through it. With every stride, the pavement alongside his toes seemed to tremble, demonstrating the unadulterated strength within him. His deep brown eyes portrayed a galaxy of tales each one subtly revealed in the small details of his dance. His soul was incandescent with a passion that filled every molecule of his body. As his untamed dance revolusioner movements in the congested town. His footsteps were heard everywhere, and it seemed as though he was the street's own heartbeat, Hunter Noors.
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│ My story unfolds by dance, an adventure
│ where serendipity & fortune collide, and
│ every move reflects the beat of my soul.
He was an adept dancer, deftly navigating the passage of time with unforeseen elasticity. His perfection came from persistent practice and staunch devotion. Each motion was a verse, divulging profound emotions through an alphabet soup of meaningful movements. His scrutiny was piercing, focused on every nuance, but beneath it all lay an immense humility. His feet murmured towards the hardwood surface, every gesture telling a tale arising, rushing with a secreted pattern that barely a prone soul might understand. He realised that the pursuit of greatness was an unending process that involved exploring an infinite universe. He never got bored of learning new things, improving his abilities, and discovering his potential. He talked to himself in the silence of the chamber, contemplating the meaning behind every move, and looked deep inside for the answers. And he was a street dancer of incomparable competence, his skills blossoming like orchids overcoming the elements. He was the real trailblazer and vision hunter. An address that the streets echoed with wonder, a myth formed of the roughness and fire of the populace, Jeorell Wolfrich.
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𖤝 PA. ivory nib that niche acumen in the rift of t.me/if9ou annals. ⓘ
│ Dance moves which thrown up are
│ coveted to banish sorrow without
│ hesitation. Slow steps produce results.
He ingeniously gives directions toward his dearest camaraderie, whosoever may be struggling. Words by words sounded gentle, helping the mind to flow without stint. Exercise that feels weighty will soon be passed smoothly, producing greatest results which appease the deepest heart. Notwithstanding time is consumed practicing which is sometimes troublesome, for those less able. Nevertheless, he gave a manifestation of encouragement toward his coworker, who were always considered extraordinary at all times. Researching with a sense of cheerfulness in various season that befall thereabouts. Superficial sentences would have the significant possibilities, toward development self-confidence. Reinforce certainty in the company of sincerity. Dancer who fantasizes concerning blowing away heart-wrenching for all time, forevermore, Johannes Eknath.
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Westley Von Earth
(20/05) Lead with honor, stand with courage: “Live bold, seek truth.”
│ Brushstrokes on a white canvas,
│ swaying the whole body to the melody.
│ A form of pouring emotion into expression.
White-bluish sheen and adularescence effect that he has associated in spread subtlety. He’s the timbre to the well-being of his peers. A firm belief grows in the soul, embedded with responsibility. He partakes nicely in looking out for his endeared comrades, and unacceptable habits which often lead to punches are quickly eradicated. A stable intelligence can scrutinize with the aim of creating easily bent movements. Hence, erstwhile fearfulness are discarded with courage of a glistening time ahead. He prepares the decency for widely known appearances. Until naught of his coworkers sense deprived of the necessities to achieve a brilliant forthcoming. But elsewhere from that, the movements created by long rehearsals as well have a deep-seated meaning. Meaningful isn’t announced haphazardly, as it’s explored originating from various sources within partners who everlastingly work with each other. With aim of showing utmost exquisite movements. He composes foremost duties in the awe-inspiring dance’s form, Meeya Ifumi.
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(written utmost the lakeshore) ✿ a love sent by cupid, ends in memoir.
│ Canvas is a stage, and brush is the song.
│ Move by movement, beat after beat,
│ create a masterpiece of the dance.
She was drawn to the dancers, a colourful patchwork of youthful energy and undeveloped aptitude. Her gentle focus and the implied promise of metamorphosis drew them in. She imparted onto them aside from processes and rituals but also a body language that encouraged them to communicate the throbbing emotions that were hidden from vision. Through the choreography, they discovered how to uncover their own tempo, strength, and narrative. Her techniques were unconventional and her teachings mysterious, but the effects were palpable. Every show they delivered was a tribute to her understated genius, a harmonies of movements that captured the spirit of the town. Their greatness, which riveted thousands of glances, was born from the instructor's eerie touch. She never spoke of herself and instead only imparted knowledge, guidance, and an inexorable mentality. Absolutely nobody knew her innermost secrets, but every movement they created left depicts of brilliance, an apparent testaments to the presence of the unfathomable instructor, Kaanyah Ishioka.
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Kaanyah Ishioka. #JewelysmCatalyst
✪ ( 涼爽的, JEWELYSM ) ／ During th' rhythm being on, this bod will blaze.
│ Street of the stage, when every stumble
│ and miss becomes a part of the dance.
│ The true beat is revealed in unforeseen.
There was a hint of sorrow, a hint of resentment, a memory of what might have happened in each of them. She did not, nonetheless, harbour animosity against the almosts because they had assisted to mould and define who she was. It strengthened her willpower, sparked her interest, and guided her to be resilient. She discovered that real achievement was all about the journey—the setbacks, the detours, and the lessons discovered along the way—rather than about crossing that final line. Her standpoint was distinct owing to her near misses. She gained a profound appreciation for both the beauty and strength found in unmet dreams, as well as the authority inherent in every move and beat. She began to understand the unsaid tales that lied beyond every visage, the calamities and glories that moulded each person's path. She gained a profound respect for the splendour and might that existed in unmet ambitions, as well as the force that lies in each leap and pound, as a result of these close calls, which shaped her viewpoint. She was a woman who knew the kind of gentle courage that grew from the ashes of almost-misses and affected everyone in her vicinity, Odstella Mythrone.
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