The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats steady at 125 BPM |
Are we a now a generation of mother-less bastards?It has been theorized that human response to music is rooted in an affinity we develop towards our mother's heartbeats during early infancy. Does much...
Posted by eatdjorange on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:49:00 PST |
why dance tunes are so damn long idea |
OK, so I was ellipticizing myself the other day when the Hercules Club Mix version of "Blind" by Hercules & Love Affair popped up on my ipod and it inspired a couple of thoughts. First I thought, w...
Posted by eatdjorange on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 12:06:00 PST |
Questions I Ask Myself At Night |
I cast my eyes from a pool of stars engulfed by the night sky, back into the truth again. Me, the rapture of a sleepless night, the thorns of insomnia jagged in my heart. All I can think, who am I? Wh...
Posted by eatdjorange on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:07:00 PST |
Some vampires get pissed when you tell them ’Have A Nice Day’ |
In a parallel universe...I think I was almost killed last night.I was working the cash register at the Store 36 near my house, when I non-chalantly said to one of my regular customers, who happens to ...
Posted by eatdjorange on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 01:39:00 PST |
My inability to effectively express my thoughts is driving me crazy |
I think such wonderful things about people, and I experience such beautiful feelings. I am ecstatic, happy, and yet sad, and frustrated. People don’t know who I really am, no matter how hard I t...
Posted by eatdjorange on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 12:06:00 PST |
choose your words |
The moment comes when the words suddenly tank. They are not enough, and -at the same time- they are too much. Words come with their cortege of associations. Every time you speak or write you are using...
Posted by eatdjorange on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:07:00 PST |
Do men think about sex all the time -- all day... |
I didn’t post yesterday so double post today.... -->.style2 {font-size: 18px}.style5 {font-size: 11px}.style7 {font-size: 24px}-->No, (oh please turn towards me...flip the hair away and let me...
Posted by eatdjorange on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:03:00 PST |
Dressed in sound.. |
I sit and listen to him talk for hours. As he speaks, I focus on the sound of his words and the way his mouth makes those sounds. I know I’m not meeting his eyes, and he can tell I’m stari...
Posted by eatdjorange on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:38:00 PST |
The problem with messages on girls tee with a possible solution |
They’re the big fashion statement of today, if any girl is found wearing a t-shirt that doesn’t have a short message on it, we’d all say how quiet she was being and probably ask her ...
Posted by eatdjorange on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:39:00 PST |
Walmart jeans and payless shoes |
Extravagance is defined as delivery pizza on Friday night instead of a grocery box She has a practical car, and sensible clothes working within a budget flying under the radarHer pantry is filled with...
Posted by eatdjorange on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:27:00 PST |
