“You wanna dance?”
“No, thanks.”
“Please? I promise I will dance just as spazzy as you will.”
“I do not dance spazzy.”
“Then I will be the only spaz on the floor. Please?”
“I do not dance spazzy.”
“Thank you.”
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“I believe you asked me to dance, can we dance now?”
“Sorry, but I already asked somebody else…and she said…yes”
our eyes have meet for a while…

our eyes have meet for a while…

with a dose of stock thoughts lying in my mind finding it’s own way to express themselves. I grab the pencil and a paper and my hand stroke independently. Im nearly half on my way.. im getting there..