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Flashdance
Flashdance.
Flickers, flares, sparkles, glints: glimmering, flaunting, flitting. Straight across the ceiling, down the wall, spinning along the window sills, in and out, back and forth. For seconds, they'd be gone, then back in an explosion of tiny tinkerbell twinkles, zipping, whizzing, ricocheting off mirrors, faucets, rings, fingernails and eyeglasses.
Close your eyes, little one, it's just the lights. See them dance? How could you not? They're reflecting off the backs of your eye sockets. There, that's a waltz, one two three, don't step on her feet, she'll shriek. Disco's not the only dance with lights.
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I was gonna keep running with that, then I got bored and started watching Gothika, and now all of my creativity has been zapped by lameness.
That's all.
Flickers, flares, sparkles, glints: glimmering, flaunting, flitting. Straight across the ceiling, down the wall, spinning along the window sills, in and out, back and forth. For seconds, they'd be gone, then back in an explosion of tiny tinkerbell twinkles, zipping, whizzing, ricocheting off mirrors, faucets, rings, fingernails and eyeglasses.
Close your eyes, little one, it's just the lights. See them dance? How could you not? They're reflecting off the backs of your eye sockets. There, that's a waltz, one two three, don't step on her feet, she'll shriek. Disco's not the only dance with lights.
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I was gonna keep running with that, then I got bored and started watching Gothika, and now all of my creativity has been zapped by lameness.
That's all.