Thursday, 1 May 2008

Dancing by the light of the lights.


Would it be wonderful, joyful and bitching if each and every girl and boy and boy that totally looks like a girl and messes up your head danced completely freely, without the constant need to check how the people round them pogo. Every pretty girl can dance well. Its impossible not to.


And if everyone could say what they wanted no matter how offensive and no one would take offence because after all its only a snippet of gutteral fluctuations out of a mundane stream of conciousness. I find it bizzare when people fling what I once said back at me, as after all I barely remember what I've just written and doubtfully a full sentence from the million or so times i've opened my gob. All I know is that I doubt I know shit.