Insanity is not when you start talking to yourself, it's when you stop listening to yourself.
The City That Never Sleeps
Insanity is not when you start talking to yourself, it's when you stop listening to yourself.
Insanity is not when you start talking to yourself, it's when you stop listening to yourself.
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posted : Tuesday, February 16, 2010
title : The Non-Beginnings of a Friendship.
New York winter. Cold, windy, and downright murderous. At least, it made her murderous. At the moment she was intent on skinning the next man she saw and using his skin as a nice leather wrap for her arms and legs. Why God refused to have built-in heaters inside Adam and Eve when he created them was beyond her. Snarling bitterly to herself, Carrington tightened her McQueen leather military jacket around her and strode across the New York street swiftly. In this weather, she hardly wanted to spend any more time than required in the open. Ah, home. The New York University campus in Washington Square was the home Carrington never wanted to leave. Settled deep in the heart of Greenwich, Carrin felt safe, comfortable and most importantly, happy. With the New York chill nipping at her heels, Carrin jogged across the Square, moving in the direction of her favorite coffee stand - - Starbucks. "Hey Jim, my regular please," She greeted the familiar barista with a friendly smile as she fished out a bill from her jeans pocket and slid it over. She stomped her feet away from the cold and waited eagerly for her café au lait, wrapping her hands around the Styrofoam cup thankfully when Jim slid the steaming coffee over to her. "Ah heaven," She sighed happily and sipped at the steamy liquid. I've had a little bit too much All of the people start to rush. Start to rush babe. How does he twist the dance? Can't find my drink or man. Where are my keys, I lost my phone. Carrington stared about her startled as the music began to blare from some Godforsaken source. "What in the world..." She murmured as she craned her neck to catch a glimpse of a wriggling ass at the center of the Square. Dancing, in the middle of winter in New York. What's go-ing out on the floor? I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore. Keep it cool what's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, alright. Carrington moved closer towards the gathering crowd and peered over the many heads to see a girl in the middle, dancing beside a large boom box. Her eyes widened in alarm as the strange girl began gyrating her hips. Just dance. Gunna be okay. Da-doo-doo-doo Just dance. Spin that record babe. Da-doo-doo-doo Just dance. Gunna be okay. Duh-duh-duh-duh Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance. Carrington watched in mortification as the hip gyrating intensified and the woman seemed to be having a seizure on her makeshift dancefloor. The song continued to play, as did the girl's dancing, until finally someone found the sense to call the Campus Police, who promptly disengaged the crowd and sent the dancing girl on her way. As Carrington moved away with the crowd, she could just barely make out what the screeching girl was saying. "You do NOT stop the dancing of the Gaga. You. DO. NOT. I am Pene -" The rest was a blur as she stepped into the Bobst Library. Labels: carrington, penelope, the beginning |
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