AUGUSTBURNSREDI love to dance.
Its not a revolutionary statement. It is also quite underwhelming to how I truly feel about the act of shuffling your feet, shaking your booty, and waving your arms around like a mad, bad thang. I can get up and boogie without inhibition in a roomful of people I've never even met but in intimate settings, say with a man I'm in like with, my body stiffens up, limbs at awkward right angles, refusing to go with the flow. When I'm in the zone however, the euphoria that fills my limbs, that huge smile that dominates my features and turns me into a goofy thing, its like no other high I've encountered yet.
And it's all me.
Pure self expression. So a simple thing like this statement is "art" too I guess. It expresses something naive and simple and true to the artist's soul. I'm quite fond of scribbly art. Sometimes, like the army says you gotta K.I.S.S. Keep it simple stupid. And lose your "self".
"Cat Among the Pigeons"
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