Modernist

Let’s set sail for nowhere, you’ve got the clothes and heaven knows, it’s time that we were comatosed.
you'll find us there, dancing with our hands....every song binds us together, each lyric means something....or at least you'd think that the way we scream every word and feel every beat. this is what we live for. Play us a song we like (The smiths) and the verbal melody of 'chhuunnneee' rings in the air. and that's where we'll be the rest of the night. on that sticky dancefloor. a marlboro or two in our hand [or more recently due to lack of funds dirty dirty richmonds] or perhaps a pint....but still dancing like it's the last time we will ever dance.
some say it is debaucherous, depraved, others naive, but we know in our souls, eyes intertwine, music weaves over us, and we salute the dj (which could be one of us at times) because he knows that every song and every musical note is the emblem of our youth
people suggest we all dance the same...(megan, corinne, josie, emmer....) palms spread, a slight robotic motion yet at the same time all so fluid and engrossed in each other and the music that as another wave of intoxication sweeps over us we have reached a state of perpetual happiness that most have to take pills to realise.
we are the children of today. we move because we know. Poetry, endless fluidity. This is our youth. We are young romantics of the nouvelle vague. And we know how to party.
we are influenced by different things...art...fashion...mods...rockers....drugs...literatur e....wikipedia....warm summer days...photography...picnics...men with good style and hair..... but,most of the time we dont give a shit. what the cunt? we just want to dance.
peter pan complex...
afraid of fish....ridiculously so...
irrational dislike for walking back the way i came or retracing my footsteps.
not a fan of sundays.
For the Emmer Mulliner sliver of this profile, before she changes her password, I'd like to say that Libby is very wikipedia. And can party like MC Devvo , including the crystals.