I’ve never danced with anyone. A girl imagines dancing as some romantic thing. Holding one another, dancing slowly. In reality they wind up grinding against some pimply guy and a school dance. I’ve never danced with anyone,
dance yo ass off, fools dancing like soulja boy getting all funky and shit, i’m too cool for that, i just chill in the cut chillin, trying to holla at hoes and shit. its all good though. to each his own
there was an insane amount of elephants eating the purple cabbage. I walked into the kitchen and said, “Goddamnit, Andre, not a fucking again!” I knew he’d forgotten to close the kitchen door. Every time he does this, I come home and I find some kind of a mess he made. Sometimes the mess is big and sometimes the mess is small. But it is always something that I have to clean up. Like the time the Brazilian came to my place and ate all the cheese.
dance like no one is watching, love like you’ve never been hurt… dododododo…. up down around swirl, jump, pleasing, exciting, beautiful, lively, marly, in the kitchen in the living room in my pjs in my robe no clothes at all free
i love to dance, its my passion. i love hip-hop.
once i sprained my ankle. but i stlii danced
every day!
salsa is s os omuch fun too!!!!! i love to waltx with my boyfriend!
She stepped into the dank, badly little club with nothing but disdain for it instantly. But when the door shut behind her and the bass pounded itself through her chest, seizing her heart and the rhythms and beats kept her from thinking, what could she do but dance?
Dance. As the Russians climbed to the top of the world, a giant among dwarves, what was their crowning achievement? Dance. Dance encompasses the world. It is expression. Dance is u
Dance with me like that time when we were in the kitchen and the jazz music was playing. You held me close and told me everything will be fine. and kissed my under the florescent lights. :D
the dance of death occured in the middle ages in responce to the preponderence of death due to the Black Death spreading through Europe. it was often portrayed with dead men at first, but later took on the aspect of Death himself.
THis is perhaps vaguely connected to the Doktor Schnabel figure
This is the stuff that pulses its way through my veins. It flits and flurries, it leaps and crashes around my life. And the further away I get from a life centered around dance, the unhappier I get.
just dance gonna be okay gotta do do just dance spin that record babe do do do just dance gonna be okay ju ju just dance dance dance ju ju ju just dance dance. wish i could shut my plyboy mouth uh oh oh oh how i turn my shirt inside out?
Sometimes you gotta just feel like moving your butt off and dance till you drop. Knowing this it will always be an advantage to be dancing among others. You’ll be the alpha mail or girl within your peer group that knows all the moves.
I flung my arms out in front of me. Clumsily of course, my aim could be for gracefulness but try as i might, i am naturally disposed to be clumsy. II spun around on the tips of my toes, dancing with the music in my mind. And as soon as it had begun, it was over. My ankles collided with a solid stone surface and i teetered precariously, my eyes opening to water lying in front of me, soon to be on me as my eminent and wholly unavoidable disaster surged into its epic conclusion. I soon emerged, blinking back dirty fountain water, my hair a sodden mess, and my face a red hue of minor embarrassment. Alone in awkward silence until a blur of high paced, war cry yelling, youth plummeted in next to me, ecstatically splashing until he collapsed into an exhausted heap of wet five year old boy, all grins and laughter.
Let the spirit dance. It is a hard thing to do considering we are so full of rules and regulations, but that is one of the secrets and truths to life. So dance and be free, let yourself just be.
I want to be with someone who will dance with me , alone or in front of other people, someone who will not be embarrassed, someone who wants to enjoy life
don’t be afraid to dance
be free show everyone that you don’t care that they’re watching
know that your confident enough do do what others won’t just because they’re scared or don’t want to be judged….
they danced and danced on the moonlit shore. they danced and danced until they could dance no more. and then they swam. they ran and jumped and splashed in the ocean. they had no worries in the world, just for that one pure moment.
sliding sensuously under the moonlight, writhing back and forth as the tide flows. losing oneself in the music and getting lost in time. slippery, like oil, gleaming in the night.
I have no idea. Dancing might as well be an extraterrestrial concept, because it is inscrutable to me. How does one coordinate one’s arms and legs rhythmically in time with music? Makes no sense.
I used to dance. It was a free-flowing, effortless, surreal dance. It was a dance that came naturally to me – it never had to be forced. Somewhere along the way I have lost my dance. I have missplaced it. Accidentally? On purpose? I’ll never know.
Lovely wonderful dancing in circles, dancing all night, love, fast, slow, with the one you love.. or dancing with your friends, can you dance all night long?
i like dancing. dancing is so much fun., jou can go with ur friends and have a fav time and u can express yourself. but dancing can be dangerous too. you can twist ur ankle for example.. not that that happend to me before.. i never hurt myself.. dancing is fun for me.. but i like free style best.. not the stupid classical dance stuff!
I love dancing but sometimes I get nervous dancing around other people. It depends on the person really though. I guess I love dancing with close friends to some upbeat music that I’m used to but I never really got into the whole school dance things. Dancing at home without anyone around though, that’s a different story. I love that.
transmission
it’s all i can think about these days
day in day out
original thought hasn’t got room in someone elses thoughts. entirely bewildered at the words that spew out so easily. frustrated at how difficult it is for the words to even fall out
Dancing is probably one of the things I would love to do most, but will probably never learn to do correctly. I love the way people look when their dancing good. It just seems as though they’re lost and are paying no attention to anything other than the other person.
why does everyone seem to believe that dancing is something to be proud of. i do not have rhythm and i am looked down upon for this. yet the clown in the other side of the room the one who mistreats women and uses them for pleasure is deemed godlike
It’s not so much about the moves but about the way you feel when you dance. It’s actually much better to forget about the technicalities of it and think about what the music is doing to you to make you want to dance.
i once was a dancer from a small town in omaha. everyone told me that i wasnt much of a man if i continued to dance the way i did. i believed them for a long time many believed i would soon commite suicide i did. i survived i was saved not by jesus but by my friend ethan
Dancing is something I always wished I could do. I love dancing shows. It makes me sad though, that I gave up dancing when I was really little just because I didn’t like the long practice hours. I think it would have been worth it now, and I’d love to have kept to it. The only thing keeping me from starting up again is that I’m afraid to look stupid and incompetent in front of experienced dancers.
i like to dance.
i’d like to dance under the stars with you.
and fall asleep after our midnight picnic.
you know a warm blanket a thermos of coffee, preferably tea.
I remember being at the Friday night dance. At the end they always played Moonlight Seranade. It was very romantic. They my neighbor’s son walked me home. He never kissed me goodnight tho.
It is the language of the body. Graceful, Abstract. No need for music, for the body speaks. Let it dance. Let it talk. Let it say the words your lips cannot.
give life, don’t take it away!
beauty, magic, love, dance;
one and the same.
free love,
golden light,
and the freedom of movement.
life is a gift.
Your sillouette dancing to the moonlight was the most amazing thing i have ever seen.
You are a bailarinna, who dances with me from time to time, and i wish we could dance on to eternity
I’ve never danced with anyone. A girl imagines dancing as some romantic thing. Holding one another, dancing slowly. In reality they wind up grinding against some pimply guy and a school dance. I’ve never danced with anyone,
dance yo ass off, fools dancing like soulja boy getting all funky and shit, i’m too cool for that, i just chill in the cut chillin, trying to holla at hoes and shit. its all good though. to each his own
there was an insane amount of elephants eating the purple cabbage. I walked into the kitchen and said, “Goddamnit, Andre, not a fucking again!” I knew he’d forgotten to close the kitchen door. Every time he does this, I come home and I find some kind of a mess he made. Sometimes the mess is big and sometimes the mess is small. But it is always something that I have to clean up. Like the time the Brazilian came to my place and ate all the cheese.
movement
love
music
legs
arms
love
passion
heat
sweat
sexy
partner
sexual
slutty
provocative
chacha
salsa
tango
hip hop
crunk
hard
hitting
work
dance like no one is watching, love like you’ve never been hurt… dododododo…. up down around swirl, jump, pleasing, exciting, beautiful, lively, marly, in the kitchen in the living room in my pjs in my robe no clothes at all free
i love to dance, its my passion. i love hip-hop.
once i sprained my ankle. but i stlii danced
every day!
salsa is s os omuch fun too!!!!! i love to waltx with my boyfriend!
She stepped into the dank, badly little club with nothing but disdain for it instantly. But when the door shut behind her and the bass pounded itself through her chest, seizing her heart and the rhythms and beats kept her from thinking, what could she do but dance?
Dance. As the Russians climbed to the top of the world, a giant among dwarves, what was their crowning achievement? Dance. Dance encompasses the world. It is expression. Dance is u
Dance with me like that time when we were in the kitchen and the jazz music was playing. You held me close and told me everything will be fine. and kissed my under the florescent lights. :D
the dance of death occured in the middle ages in responce to the preponderence of death due to the Black Death spreading through Europe. it was often portrayed with dead men at first, but later took on the aspect of Death himself.
THis is perhaps vaguely connected to the Doktor Schnabel figure
i like to dance but only when the music is playing loud and i can see my face in the mirror and my expressions twist. i like to remember dancing
This is the stuff that pulses its way through my veins. It flits and flurries, it leaps and crashes around my life. And the further away I get from a life centered around dance, the unhappier I get.
just dance gonna be okay gotta do do just dance spin that record babe do do do just dance gonna be okay ju ju just dance dance dance ju ju ju just dance dance. wish i could shut my plyboy mouth uh oh oh oh how i turn my shirt inside out?
Sometimes you gotta just feel like moving your butt off and dance till you drop. Knowing this it will always be an advantage to be dancing among others. You’ll be the alpha mail or girl within your peer group that knows all the moves.
I flung my arms out in front of me. Clumsily of course, my aim could be for gracefulness but try as i might, i am naturally disposed to be clumsy. II spun around on the tips of my toes, dancing with the music in my mind. And as soon as it had begun, it was over. My ankles collided with a solid stone surface and i teetered precariously, my eyes opening to water lying in front of me, soon to be on me as my eminent and wholly unavoidable disaster surged into its epic conclusion. I soon emerged, blinking back dirty fountain water, my hair a sodden mess, and my face a red hue of minor embarrassment. Alone in awkward silence until a blur of high paced, war cry yelling, youth plummeted in next to me, ecstatically splashing until he collapsed into an exhausted heap of wet five year old boy, all grins and laughter.
Let the spirit dance. It is a hard thing to do considering we are so full of rules and regulations, but that is one of the secrets and truths to life. So dance and be free, let yourself just be.
I want to be with someone who will dance with me , alone or in front of other people, someone who will not be embarrassed, someone who wants to enjoy life
don’t be afraid to dance
be free show everyone that you don’t care that they’re watching
know that your confident enough do do what others won’t just because they’re scared or don’t want to be judged….
JUST DANCE!
they danced and danced on the moonlit shore. they danced and danced until they could dance no more. and then they swam. they ran and jumped and splashed in the ocean. they had no worries in the world, just for that one pure moment.
When you dance you don’t dance right or wrong, you dance hard and you dance strong. You dance to win.
sliding sensuously under the moonlight, writhing back and forth as the tide flows. losing oneself in the music and getting lost in time. slippery, like oil, gleaming in the night.
Dance, dance, dance. The music plays, it’s in my ears. I see you. You’re dancing to the music. Dance with me. Dance, dance, dance.
I have no idea. Dancing might as well be an extraterrestrial concept, because it is inscrutable to me. How does one coordinate one’s arms and legs rhythmically in time with music? Makes no sense.
I used to dance. It was a free-flowing, effortless, surreal dance. It was a dance that came naturally to me – it never had to be forced. Somewhere along the way I have lost my dance. I have missplaced it. Accidentally? On purpose? I’ll never know.
Lovely wonderful dancing in circles, dancing all night, love, fast, slow, with the one you love.. or dancing with your friends, can you dance all night long?
i like dancing. dancing is so much fun., jou can go with ur friends and have a fav time and u can express yourself. but dancing can be dangerous too. you can twist ur ankle for example.. not that that happend to me before.. i never hurt myself.. dancing is fun for me.. but i like free style best.. not the stupid classical dance stuff!
I love dancing but sometimes I get nervous dancing around other people. It depends on the person really though. I guess I love dancing with close friends to some upbeat music that I’m used to but I never really got into the whole school dance things. Dancing at home without anyone around though, that’s a different story. I love that.
transmission
it’s all i can think about these days
day in day out
original thought hasn’t got room in someone elses thoughts. entirely bewildered at the words that spew out so easily. frustrated at how difficult it is for the words to even fall out
Dancing is probably one of the things I would love to do most, but will probably never learn to do correctly. I love the way people look when their dancing good. It just seems as though they’re lost and are paying no attention to anything other than the other person.
why does everyone seem to believe that dancing is something to be proud of. i do not have rhythm and i am looked down upon for this. yet the clown in the other side of the room the one who mistreats women and uses them for pleasure is deemed godlike
It’s not so much about the moves but about the way you feel when you dance. It’s actually much better to forget about the technicalities of it and think about what the music is doing to you to make you want to dance.
Ask yourself: why do you feel like dancing?
i once was a dancer from a small town in omaha. everyone told me that i wasnt much of a man if i continued to dance the way i did. i believed them for a long time many believed i would soon commite suicide i did. i survived i was saved not by jesus but by my friend ethan
Dancing is something I always wished I could do. I love dancing shows. It makes me sad though, that I gave up dancing when I was really little just because I didn’t like the long practice hours. I think it would have been worth it now, and I’d love to have kept to it. The only thing keeping me from starting up again is that I’m afraid to look stupid and incompetent in front of experienced dancers.
i like to dance.
i’d like to dance under the stars with you.
and fall asleep after our midnight picnic.
you know a warm blanket a thermos of coffee, preferably tea.
I remember being at the Friday night dance. At the end they always played Moonlight Seranade. It was very romantic. They my neighbor’s son walked me home. He never kissed me goodnight tho.
As I pulled past the final crux of the boulder problem my heart and mind danced with happiness and fear. happy to finish but scared to fall.
It is the language of the body. Graceful, Abstract. No need for music, for the body speaks. Let it dance. Let it talk. Let it say the words your lips cannot.