drewp351
Perform. The cello performs and so do you. The violin and the cello dance and intertwine pitches as you go about your day. You can screech or play along with the underlining tones, but either way the show goes on. Perform.
bourbon I know that it is a type of alcohol, but I don't think that I have ever tried it. I imagine old men in powdered wigs sipping it while complaining about the British loss of the colonies. Also old naggy women.
There is a project in the language lab at work. I think it hates me, based upon the atrocious sounds and squeals that it makes when I attempt to turn it on. When I stand in front of it, and eerily familiar shadow appears. I don't like this shadow, and I'm not entirely sure why.
I am straining my eyes to look at this glass. I strain to remember that it is just glass. It doesn't define me. There is a world behind me. Straining to remember the truth.