I Am A Classic 'star

We Are The Ones Who Take This Thing Called Music And Line It Up With This Thing Called Time. We Are The Ticking, We Are The Pulsing, We Are Underneath Every Part Of This Moment. And By Making The Moment Our Own, We Are Rendering It Timeless. There Is No Audience. There Are No Instruments. There Are Only Bodies And Thoughts And Murmurs And Looks. It's The Concert Rush To End All Concert Rushes, Because This Is What Matters. When The Heart Races, This Is What It's Racing Towards.

That’s What I Like About Sports. No Matter If Everyone Playing The Game Speaks Completely Different Languages, On The Field, Or The Court, Wherever They Are Playing, The Language Of Moves And Passes And Scores Is All The Same. Universal.

But, You See, That's The Luxury Of Being A Lout - You Get To Be Selective About When You Care And When You Don't. The Rest Of Us Get Stuck When Your Care Goes Shallow.

I Don’t Know What Boldness Came Over Me, But The Resolute Heaviness Of Dash’s Demeanor Threatened To Crush My Soul. My Pinky Finger Crept Over And Nestled Against His, For Comfort. Like A Magnet, His Pinky Finger Latched Onto And Intertwined With Mine. I Like Magnets A Whole Lot.

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.