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February 2007 Dancing with glowsticks. |
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An idea had planted itself in our heads so full of art and aesthetic. It was spinning through our skulls which were spinning, also spinning. So we burned a mix CD and went down the spiral stairs. Techno spinning in the boom-box – down the steps we went spinning. We tripped out the door, grass dark with dew, and broke thin spines to make them glow. Slipping sent us spinning on the lawn, and in our hands, the strings were spinning. We made orbs of light to dazzle eyes, bluer than the farthest of stars. Worlds were spinning around us, and above us, the stars also spinning. |