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long nights at the club
flash
beat
lights
music
hand
flash
beat
face
music
flash
love
on these nights i just move. everybody else is doing the same and somehow, slowly, you know all of their secrets. The life of tomorrow is so far in the distance. And you are finally close. seperated. close. separated. close. separated. The distance is unreachable. and i am glad. These are the kind of nights i want to share with everybody, and inexplicably, also keep to myself.
close
How everybody is watching me, and simultaneously, I know they aren't. separated Beauty is sharing...
self-centered prick
A cigerette comes out quite rudely. Immediately the dance floor clears the stage for the eye of a fellow smoker. I am gross now. And i will die a horrible cancer-filled, emphazematic death. i know this and shrug because i am invincible.
...Playgirl, choking on cigarettes won't get you along...
It's funny to realize that the times you just want to hold somebody are the times when there is seemingly nobody to hold. It makes you understand the horrible timing of the world. falsely. I know this isn't true. I want to be held and can't. i am mute. and deaf. by the music. the the surroundings. by my own inhibitions. a cripple of the dance floor, there for the same reasons as everybody else. We all know it. it is an undercurrent. beating, pulsating, and ignored. I stand lame and bleeding amazingly and beautifully from the wounds i've collected.
and everything is perfect.
flash
beat
lights
music
hand
flash
beat
face
music
flash
love
on these nights i just move. everybody else is doing the same and somehow, slowly, you know all of their secrets. The life of tomorrow is so far in the distance. And you are finally close. seperated. close. separated. close. separated. The distance is unreachable. and i am glad. These are the kind of nights i want to share with everybody, and inexplicably, also keep to myself.
close
How everybody is watching me, and simultaneously, I know they aren't. separated Beauty is sharing...
self-centered prick
A cigerette comes out quite rudely. Immediately the dance floor clears the stage for the eye of a fellow smoker. I am gross now. And i will die a horrible cancer-filled, emphazematic death. i know this and shrug because i am invincible.
...Playgirl, choking on cigarettes won't get you along...
It's funny to realize that the times you just want to hold somebody are the times when there is seemingly nobody to hold. It makes you understand the horrible timing of the world. falsely. I know this isn't true. I want to be held and can't. i am mute. and deaf. by the music. the the surroundings. by my own inhibitions. a cripple of the dance floor, there for the same reasons as everybody else. We all know it. it is an undercurrent. beating, pulsating, and ignored. I stand lame and bleeding amazingly and beautifully from the wounds i've collected.
and everything is perfect.