Don Flamingo

Unusual orbits, slow bounces, darksides fruits of consequences, pistons moving organically, softening their sound, like a train traveling in slow motion.

The Don Flamingo Poem

This is the art of the diabolo
The user becomes the machine
And the diabolo becomes an extension of their will
Orbits and bounces are the fruits of their labour
And the darksides are the consequences
Of not being able to control the diabolo
Pistons moving organically,
Softening their sound,
Like a train traveling in slow motion.

Poem by The Automatic Juggler