ready set roll bitches

hello friday night. it's ten thirty, the witching hour.

give me your eye, stranger, let's go whisk away and spy.

first stop. no name dorm. blasting, thumping, bumping music. no silly, don't peer. the curly haired girl is changing! into what you ask? well something hot, of course. the other one, the raven haired one, she's massaging the makeup mask into her face. look, there it goes, seeping, now filling every crack, 3-2-1 seconds to the setting of the mold. i guess it does look a little like soft set pudding in those lights, but visage will be consolidated, verified....there. beauty in a bluelight, there she goes stepping, slipping into curacao's caress.

second stop. don't stick your fingers in that. that's testoserone oozing from under the door. the gray tape binds the heavy weights to their hands. it's ok, it's only forty ounces. the blonde boy can take it. i don't know about the red head, he looks a little queasy. the red head blinks a little, i wonder why. the blinders on the eyes of the others is heavier than the sum total of all the forties multiplied...

third stop. quiet in here, musty, stuffy. too many books, not enough lights. the smell of listlessness, and determined motivation. those are the only two that can survive in here. listlessness is cramped in a corner, hair falling in her face. you can see it as well? the tension pulsating like sound waves from her back? if you listen quietly enough, you will hear- compulsion coying into her ear. the other one is determined motivation, at that rate his eyes will give out reading that text before his mind does. i see the passion sieving from him too....

fourth stop-typing, typing clackity clack. sip, shot, sip. yes that's us. where are we goin? away, who knows. to roam, what else would there be to do but drift, and drift, and drift, and try to keep from stumbling,
taking that leap-
into the rift below,
ill lose my mind before i sell off my soul,
what are we all looking for,
we already see so much,
what are we all craving for,
just reach out and touch,
and grasp, over your bare skin,
shut it out
shut it out
drift my love, and swim deep.