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Last night I dressed as a dream for the party. I drew moons and dots on my face and wrapped a scarf aroung my head. I wore dangly earrings and an orange shirt for a skirt with bright purple tights. They were serving alchohol which tasted like cough syrup. There were many people there- Frida, Oprah, a rat, yes, so on. There was a punk band playing and I love dancing to that music, shoving people around and pushing people into the center. But of course I cant last very long in the mosh pit. I would just go in and thrash around to get it started and then leave. And dancing makes me feel like I like everyone, or at least like I can relate to them. Today I went to a broken down house with all the windows boarded up, but it felt scary in the twilight time, with no warmth to be found. The dark heart.