And glitters on the floor... (OPEN TO ALL!!!!)
Aug 22, 2010 17:06:18 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Aug 22, 2010 17:06:18 GMT -5
Luccinia Pinna
Ah, music. The psychotic reign that brought my mind to the small safe spot it had. The only part that didnt go wild when somebody did something so utterly stupid, even Elmer, who ate paste next to me, was annoyed. When music came to me, i was inspired to dance, sing, or anything, really.
This is why when I was laying in my house, alone, sick, I flicked on our televison, which was laying patiently, waiting for me to be displayed on its screen, which I hoped would never happen, I found an old song playing in the place of the usual report of news. Ah, a KE$HA song. "Theres a place downtown..." My favorite, the one I deemed my theme song.
So I decided to dance, to actually block out the static that inturrupted the voice every seven or so seconds. I flipped, lip synched and danced on the couch, of all things. But wait, I was supposted to be sick... I ignored this fact and started to sit down when the chorus slid in, slick as anything. So, of course, I had to keep dancing. So when I knocked over a lamp, stood up, and saw an angsty scar along my hand. I opened the medicine cabinet, and looked out to the fields, watching for a moment.
Ah, music. The psychotic reign that brought my mind to the small safe spot it had. The only part that didnt go wild when somebody did something so utterly stupid, even Elmer, who ate paste next to me, was annoyed. When music came to me, i was inspired to dance, sing, or anything, really.
This is why when I was laying in my house, alone, sick, I flicked on our televison, which was laying patiently, waiting for me to be displayed on its screen, which I hoped would never happen, I found an old song playing in the place of the usual report of news. Ah, a KE$HA song. "Theres a place downtown..." My favorite, the one I deemed my theme song.
So I decided to dance, to actually block out the static that inturrupted the voice every seven or so seconds. I flipped, lip synched and danced on the couch, of all things. But wait, I was supposted to be sick... I ignored this fact and started to sit down when the chorus slid in, slick as anything. So, of course, I had to keep dancing. So when I knocked over a lamp, stood up, and saw an angsty scar along my hand. I opened the medicine cabinet, and looked out to the fields, watching for a moment.
