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Good morning ladies and germs, today for your delight and amusement I will be generating spontaneous rants, rambles or just outright piles of complete tosh on anything you care to ask about. Simply place a single word comment and I will vent, keep it clean, two towels to a fight and no biting the bagel before the whistle.

Date: 2003-09-15 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duranorak.livejournal.com
Dance.

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Date: 2003-09-19 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robinbloke.livejournal.com
Slowly the music starts, theres a moment where I pause, eyes closed as the first note touches me. The searching reaches inside as the first, then second chord jarr through memories past and the vast list of songs I have know.
Feet tap, legs carry me almost subconciously onward to the dance floor and without thought or word it flows through me.
Spinning. Moving. Turning. Stepping. Waving. Feeling.
Music all around like a dancers holding my hands in time to the beat.
Slave to the rhythm. Chained to the noise. Shackled to each note as it pulls me one way and then another.
The music fades, and the dance is over.

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