| Resurrecting his revolution in their own inimitable ways, swooning and swaying definitive years with the effervescent panache of the middle-aged tucked beneath rhinestones studded in white leather suede…
The more successful realize that, deep deep down The King, as his Elvii, never really grow old- not the gleam, nor the innocence, nor the love his eyes stole; that it was more than just leg shaking that drove the girls wild- something bwithin his soft soul but it didn’t hurt none all the while being a long-lashed beef-cake with a big, cheesy smile…
So pass the Elvii the Las Vegas Elvii the small town Elvii with shades speaking 'cool'; Elvii in black, Elvii in white, in Elvii jumpsuits of star-studded red, blue, silver... and tight…
An army of Elvii spawned from a look a demeanor, the way his hips gyrated and shook but mostly from the essence of rock 'n roll fun that runs deep through the Elvii and the Elvii of One.
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a response to Elvis Has A Birthday by Haygood by Haygood








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