Thursday, January 7, 2010

Another day, another dollar.

Lyrics for a dance song I just made up:

***Don't give us any country, punk or soul. Don't give us any classical, or rock and roll. We came here for a reason, and that reason was to dance. So make everyone move, and give us fucking trance***

Pump it.

I wish there were save points in life. So if you mess up, you can just go back to a certain point. But I think people would start to realise they could do anything... and get away with it. Killed someone? BAM, back to before you killed them. Ate a whole Macdonalds store? Don't worry, you won't get fat, go back to before.

You could gauge peoples reactions to stuff. You try ask someone a question in a certain way... if it doesn't end well, go back, and ask the question in another way. Too easy. You know what's too easy? Prostitutes. Wouldn't it be better if they resisted a bit... made it more real?

"I don't feel ready yet..."
"My husband might come home soon though..."

People I like: Tim Minchin . Comedic singer.

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