my dream is to fly... over the rainbow so high.... my ears were on the verge of stuffin up inside my brain...such a loud thud of music.. and there were people all around... prancing,dancing and whatever you ll call that act of swaying your hips as wide from your body and your face as freaky as you can imagine... would ve made papa shango proud (for ignorant ones..the wrestler)....
The battle of sexes going on .. each one of them beating the gucci's,the versace's... but i must admit one fashion statement i am unable to digest..in a disco..a place where you dance..you come with a tee...jeans..(fine till now)..but....and leather shoes???... dancing to "please dont stop the music" with huge leather shoes...now thats what i call a contention for a bravery award.. ... i was wishing for some victoria's though...
one thing which my small mortal brain fails to process... feel.. or decipher is that how can you be so drunk with your first sip of a beer.... i saw atleast 4-5 of them... is it fun to let the world know that you are a party pooper...a sloth...or is it something to do with the world knowing that you do go bonkers in a sip...a sip for holy marry's sake...
fagging... interesting topic for me... coz i dont... but what is it that people tend to do it in such a way that even chimneys feel naked!!! its not about the quantity am talking about ...its the style of how they do it...those orgasmic reactions after a shot...its kinda scary to watch..specially the "dooodes" ... somebody please let me know... is it a stimulant for your facial muscles....
am already sick... sipping my quota of carlsberg... dont know why i like it.. but it tastes better than all other ones i ve tried..
there is something bothering me... what makes this place so different from the outside world??... the booze??...the music??..what is it?
the same place where u step on someone and you get away with an "its ok mate"... but as soon as you step outside and do this stepping sin on mankind...you either get a bruised nose or a bruised ego.. what is it that separates these two worlds.. one very much a reality and the other a cover up!!
i quietly sit there on the table allotted to us.. with the empty pint in front of me.. i am not thinking anymore... i join the cover up soon... start moving my hips as far from my body as i can...with the facial expression i would be scared to see myself.... then the circus is over... time to move back... go home..feel good about that you partied tonight...strange feeling... but i over rule it... thinking it to be dizziness from dancing too much.... i look for my bed.... and leep without thinking much... next day i have to join the circus again.... this time my working circus.... the social circus... where you are a joker... the central character in your own circus... making the audience happy ...but who knows whats there behind that white paint on that face..that red nose...that covered up smile.... even the joke is clueless about his grief... but he is busy entertaining others...soothing others... showing others that he is happy... the joker rocks!!! and so does the social circus!!!!
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you named it rite.." social circus"
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