Wednesday, April 18, 2012

When I dance? That's when I'm most alive. It can be any kind of dancing. Dancing in a dance club, dancing between raindrops (haha, no, not literally), dancing around deadlines at work, dancing with the trains down at the train yard.

Yeah, there's that old song, how's it go? 'Lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancing with the trains' ? Me? Am I in love with dying? I don't know, I've never met her. . . or him, have I? Can't say I'm impressed with their pictures, that's for sure.