Women Seem Wicked
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jla_watchtowerLily is never truly alone. The cacophony is constant. Other voices from distances both far and near fill her head. Knowledge of places and things random. To the discordance, there is no order. Nor is there ever silence. At the best of times, she manages to suppress the noise to nearly a whisper. At the worst of times, the flood gates burst open and reduce her to tears.
The rest of the time? She grooves.
The Doors can improve just about any situation. The volume is cranked as far as it'll go. The headphones are larger than life. The record is spinning smoothly. There is nothing to be heard beyond the mind numbingly good music of Morrison, Manzarek, Densmore, and Krieger. The base is enough to shake the walls.
The rest of the time? She grooves.
The Doors can improve just about any situation. The volume is cranked as far as it'll go. The headphones are larger than life. The record is spinning smoothly. There is nothing to be heard beyond the mind numbingly good music of Morrison, Manzarek, Densmore, and Krieger. The base is enough to shake the walls.
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-17 05:13 am (UTC)Then, a deep sigh as he picks himself up.
"Rackin' up the world record for strikeouts there, Flasher..." he mutters to himself as he trudges off to his room.
Then changes his mind, and trudges all the way back home to Keystone for a while.
At least people love him there.