Friday, February 06, 2009


She's in love with a glottal stop.

Dance baby

Ever get the feeling you want jump out of your skin, leap up on a pyre of dead wishes, smash your head into a billion unthinking bits, liberate your pieces in a lusty bellow of terror and wrath, throw your limbs about and dance. And dance. And dance your brain fucking blue?


Okay. Maybe not.

Jess asking.