“How are you.” A question to answer a question. Somehow though, she’s forgotten herself, and now communicates vividly using soaring hand motions, with the trails from strobing lights throwing in conjecture and highlighting main themes. She’s cutting off to tangents concerning space and stars, exploring the nature of vitality with the enthusiasm of an afterburner. Her perfect, symmetrical oscillations draw a crowd, and with preacher-like influence she speaks to them in quick dips and spins. She’s gone off on a wild rambling rant. And who be any of us to stop her?
Sunday, October 16, 2005
“How are you.” A question to answer a question. Somehow though, she’s forgotten herself, and now communicates vividly using soaring hand motions, with the trails from strobing lights throwing in conjecture and highlighting main themes. She’s cutting off to tangents concerning space and stars, exploring the nature of vitality with the enthusiasm of an afterburner. Her perfect, symmetrical oscillations draw a crowd, and with preacher-like influence she speaks to them in quick dips and spins. She’s gone off on a wild rambling rant. And who be any of us to stop her?
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2 comments:
sweetie i know that girl and she works in a salon in rittenhouse... that pic so does not do her justice
She used to work at the salon, now she's a cute fictionalized character on a blog-
looks like she's havin fun with it :p
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