Friday Night!
Friday means laugh and shout and grin and dance and kiss and sweat and hot and noise and swapping numbers like you swap spit, jeans on 'dangerous low', hopes up higher than the volume and tattoos on show, Alpha Male Behaviour to mix with the Beta Blockers, Nice and clean from the shower, still got a dirty mouth. The clean skin stink gets overlaid with nicotine smear and smudged lip gloss sheen, we're all pretty packaged protein shaking whilst playing out the bio-logic in our bestest dress up clothes, hormone fuelled and neurochemically sparking, trying to dance our way to mythology, make ourselves a dancefloor Jesus - break out the classics and make ourselves a new Apollo, beautiful shining and flawed with all our romances doomed but no one cares 'cos this is just the Friday night, and saturday is yet to come, still embryonic and forming zygotic from all the quantuum posibillities, saturday isn't a date it's a superposition, Shroedinger cat napping whilst we use Heisenberg to observe and therefore change, heavy science made superficial, no crime to being shallow it saves all that precious wasted time we'll spill on favourite tunes and awesome tracks and talking shit to pretty faces whilst all our thoughts for the future lie not in global warming, global war, fundementalists showdowns between the NeoConvangelists and their Invented Islamilitant Menace, but instead on how we'll all get home to beds perhaps not our own.
Friday means laugh and shout and grin and dance and kiss and sweat and hot and noise and swapping numbers like you swap spit, jeans on 'dangerous low', hopes up higher than the volume and tattoos on show, Alpha Male Behaviour to mix with the Beta Blockers, Nice and clean from the shower, still got a dirty mouth. The clean skin stink gets overlaid with nicotine smear and smudged lip gloss sheen, we're all pretty packaged protein shaking whilst playing out the bio-logic in our bestest dress up clothes, hormone fuelled and neurochemically sparking, trying to dance our way to mythology, make ourselves a dancefloor Jesus - break out the classics and make ourselves a new Apollo, beautiful shining and flawed with all our romances doomed but no one cares 'cos this is just the Friday night, and saturday is yet to come, still embryonic and forming zygotic from all the quantuum posibillities, saturday isn't a date it's a superposition, Shroedinger cat napping whilst we use Heisenberg to observe and therefore change, heavy science made superficial, no crime to being shallow it saves all that precious wasted time we'll spill on favourite tunes and awesome tracks and talking shit to pretty faces whilst all our thoughts for the future lie not in global warming, global war, fundementalists showdowns between the NeoConvangelists and their Invented Islamilitant Menace, but instead on how we'll all get home to beds perhaps not our own.
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Although I don't know how 'all grown-up' i'm being, I mean today we she took photo's of me pretending to be a fly with a bra over my eyes.
Super-mature.