Monday, August 23, 2010

She frisked him.

Totally grooving. Grooving with the music. The music in my heart. It's making me groove. I can't stop the groove. It's a good move. This is a good move. It's lifitng my mood.

On another note, but clearly still in this note, I did that too. And the one person that saw left me on the floor.

Back to my previous note, which is still in this note. :)

You touch me without touching me. And as soon as I see you I can feel you. It's terrifying. That's rational... And sensibe?

Note to self, within a note: don't forget. Don't forget the lessons.

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