_____________________________________________The vibrations shake the ground, tremble my feat, beat my heart.
At first, the people just stood around. But the sounds get stronger, they couldn't resist; their limbs started twitching. And soon, all those who could dance or thought that they could; were jiving at full throttle. Most people didn't mind. Most people turned up tipsy or drunk.
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"This club is shit, there are two many guys"
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I guess that's the joy of clubbing right there. Loud music, a intoxicated carefree attitude, and complete lack of personal space. Idealy it would be an extremely pleasurable experience with a large group of friends. Although all in all, dispite the massive groups and the up beat atmosphere; it's possible to feel amazingly alone. It certainly is a strange experience, being stuck in a croud, who all seem to be twitching to a particular beat, but very little words are ever exchanged. In fact, every word needs to be projected with strenuous force in order to cover the four centimeters of space between you vocal cords and an acquaintences drum. "This club is shit, there are two many guys"
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I think you're right, things I enjoy tend to be a bit more subtle. Does that make me an old man?
I think you're right, things I enjoy tend to be a bit more subtle. Does that make me an old man?
Stranger intimacy right there.
ReplyDeleteNot necessarily an old man, perhaps with slightly different (some would call them mature, but I find that a bit pretentious, even for more) desires and pleasures.