bridgecity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- love the dust i like to go to parties. rock parties with loud loud music and dancing and the dance floor is made of dirt so the dust gets all kicked up in the breathing air and nobody cares cause we're all movn around and its dark. itsdark and people are looking around at people. a fog of dust. and the dust settles on people who shake it off dont look around but as the dust shimmering off them. and as the dust goes back on the floor slowly as it gets agitated but the other dust trying to rise up onto the clothes slows it all down. it hovers there mid-section for a long time and people are shifting their hips thru the thick part. and the music is loud loud loud and piercing. peircing like something from old star treks. but everybody moves around and rubs against everybody and sneezes. most of them are happy about it. and love the dust. 3:31 a.m. - 2005-10-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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