Jun 12, 2005 23:34
as you move to the millions of hopping teenage bodies haveing seasures to the men on stage who play there keyboards with compassion for the crowd. you feel as if your breathing the air of hundereds of decompressd tires that have been driving with the pressure of a semi tuck on them for two hundred miles. the only mosture you feel is the flueds from other bodies that are flying stagnet in the air and land on your sweaty face.thenthemusicfadestoawisper
andthen every thing is calm