Oh shit, we got some creep beats here, y’all. Back up. Back up into space. Not the universe, but space. This is where it’s at: dancing liquid, flailing orange, romance bubbles, caption-works, sequin rhythm. All coming from this gal. Aww. And forget the “aww,” just haze out. Dance; don’t think. Get outside and chill. Steam the night away in the best way possible: street-speed-contortion. What does Maria Minerva have in store for 2012? Keep on the lookout.