Monday, October 30, 2006

Flashy Fiction

Take a breath of fresh air and keep everything clean. The inverted look in my glasses are of things that I could only say slowly. I say numbers out of order and joke about how I am stupid. It’s impossible to teach a person to dance, they just try to imitate the way the other person moves, some people are better at this. I’m horrible at it. Maybe it’s just my glasses.

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