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vicarzA million quotes and none made it this far. A snarl, a grunt, emotional flashbacks out of context. Nothing forms a picture.
I tend to like someone as flawed as myself. Someone who speaks drunkenese with as much fluency as myself...not very drunk per se, but someone who simultaneously respects and understands the lack of substance behind alcohol-released feelings. I like sex sober with the lights on, but drunk with candles...it takes two.
"My security clearance interviewer said 'Off the record, do you realize you have a high potential to become an alcoholic?'"
"She told me she knew I was excited to see her...then she rubbed up against it."
"She asked if I wanted to know. I am too old and experienced to really care about another rating, and the fact that she offered such means I know about what it is."
"Well aren't we still a stripper." Shit, I really just wanted my own space and was highly annoyed that for such a not-popular song the floor was still packed. I know it makes a good night for the club, but when I have no space to dance with my eyes closed I'm not a happy camper. In my mind, dancing while facing away from the crowd no-one would notice me. "Dood, I got a million shots of you dancing..." I'm torn between shame and wanting to see the pics. My own little world was shattered by the many friend's comments that followed. MANY. Fuck you all for noticing, and thank you. I'm very flattered, so a big thank you...but a big fuckyou too.
Jessica danced for no reason, and that was beautiful. The bar was still full, there was no need...I guess it was just a mood swing. Someone asked if I tipped her for dancing...I don't know if I answered but the answer was no. I throw money at her for different reasons. I like her more when I talk to her on the other side of the bar. I can't tell if she acts different or if I do when she walks around the bar. I give lots of respect to role-based behavior, but I like her more when I don't even suspect she is playing a role. I like her when she's real, but I respect the role she plays and how well she plays it.
Play a role. Fill the slot. Do the dance. Make it hot. My icon is in mid-stomp. It's a stomp, a child's stomp. It's made from impulse, with design but misplaced. For all the flaws we see in it, we emulate it later in life. We recognize the pomp and the play, but in that is more authenticity than the bullshit we practice every day.
A child? Is part of what we miss the lack of knowledge of why we do each and every act?
I tend to like someone as flawed as myself. Someone who speaks drunkenese with as much fluency as myself...not very drunk per se, but someone who simultaneously respects and understands the lack of substance behind alcohol-released feelings. I like sex sober with the lights on, but drunk with candles...it takes two.
"My security clearance interviewer said 'Off the record, do you realize you have a high potential to become an alcoholic?'"
"She told me she knew I was excited to see her...then she rubbed up against it."
"She asked if I wanted to know. I am too old and experienced to really care about another rating, and the fact that she offered such means I know about what it is."
"Well aren't we still a stripper." Shit, I really just wanted my own space and was highly annoyed that for such a not-popular song the floor was still packed. I know it makes a good night for the club, but when I have no space to dance with my eyes closed I'm not a happy camper. In my mind, dancing while facing away from the crowd no-one would notice me. "Dood, I got a million shots of you dancing..." I'm torn between shame and wanting to see the pics. My own little world was shattered by the many friend's comments that followed. MANY. Fuck you all for noticing, and thank you. I'm very flattered, so a big thank you...but a big fuckyou too.
Jessica danced for no reason, and that was beautiful. The bar was still full, there was no need...I guess it was just a mood swing. Someone asked if I tipped her for dancing...I don't know if I answered but the answer was no. I throw money at her for different reasons. I like her more when I talk to her on the other side of the bar. I can't tell if she acts different or if I do when she walks around the bar. I give lots of respect to role-based behavior, but I like her more when I don't even suspect she is playing a role. I like her when she's real, but I respect the role she plays and how well she plays it.
Play a role. Fill the slot. Do the dance. Make it hot. My icon is in mid-stomp. It's a stomp, a child's stomp. It's made from impulse, with design but misplaced. For all the flaws we see in it, we emulate it later in life. We recognize the pomp and the play, but in that is more authenticity than the bullshit we practice every day.
A child? Is part of what we miss the lack of knowledge of why we do each and every act?
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Date: 2005-08-15 02:34 pm (UTC)