YAY

The heart starts pounding as the toes dig deep into the carpet below. Faces chatting with other faces, mouths won't stop working. Eyes darting around the room not really focusing on anything, but just skimming over the crowd. Walking from group to group in a high-paced manner like you can never get anywhere fast enough or get anything done quick enough. Nonsensively chatting about whatever mindless subject pops into your powder burnt skull. Limbs all twitching as if being probed by a taser. The click click clicking of teeth against other teeth. Many teeth clicking on many other teeth. I love this song. I no longer know what to do with myself so i will roam around once more. Not really sure if i can handle much more of this i'm moving around and speaking around so much i just... ... what was that? the bathroom? I'll meet you there.

~2004