I Am On The Dance Floor, Ladies.
I am moving. I am hypnotic. I am a trance-inducing freaknik.
Do you feel me, ladies?
My feet are a total discussion. My toes are adverbial snakes, writhing in linguistic exctasy.
What up, girl?
So the truth is that I tend to stay in me house. Me house. I stay in there real good.
Still, I have to think: were I to hit that dance floor...right? Were I to tag that D-floor...some shit would be happenin'. It would be happenin' fuh real. All night. Bam.
So yeah. The ladies. And, also, I am out of meds. Totally out. Needs me some pills.
Do you feel me, ladies?
My feet are a total discussion. My toes are adverbial snakes, writhing in linguistic exctasy.
What up, girl?
So the truth is that I tend to stay in me house. Me house. I stay in there real good.
Still, I have to think: were I to hit that dance floor...right? Were I to tag that D-floor...some shit would be happenin'. It would be happenin' fuh real. All night. Bam.
So yeah. The ladies. And, also, I am out of meds. Totally out. Needs me some pills.
posted by Samwick @ 10:41 PM
2 Comments:
At 6:16 PM,
Girl With An Alibi said…
Funny as I was reading that I was thinking "damn, what the hell is Matt 'on' today?" Now I know, the answer is "nothing." :)
At 2:20 AM,
Snave said…
Like they used to say in the Eisenhower days, "Better living through chemistry!" It works for me, anyway.
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