This is my journal, the story of my human existence.
The appetite to write things and somehow ponder them as it comes out is a time well spent.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Gyrating, repulsing, Twisting tiny and healthy curves or frame in the crowd. Sweaty men and women close to my body. Blaring, rhythmic, pulsating sound emitted to everyone. We are captured in a movement called DANCE.
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