twosmallmonsters

"So now we're at a club, you watch the woman dancing, she is drunk,
She is smiling and she's falling in a slow, descending funk,
And the whole bar is loud and proud and everybodys trying.
You play the artist, saying, 'is it how she moves, or how she looks?'
I say, it's loneliness suspended to our own like grappling hooks,
And as long as she's got noise, she's fine.
But I could teach her how I learned to dance when the musics ended"
dar williams

In desperate need of a drive to Fort Sheridan and running on sidewalks. Blogger and I have been fighting lately hence the multiple entries that appear at once.