died_dancing raze there's histrionic goodness hidden in her eyes a lamborghini countach swept her off her feet she was softly swaying heavy lidded, i assume indifferent to her surroundings unalarmed and unaware she died dancing there is something fundamental missing in our lives "someday i'll uncover it" hissed the man with seven wives one and five were jealous when the others came to bed two and three defected leaving breadcrumbs in their stead they died dancing i asked the morose gatekeeper "would you please just take your time?" he replied, "this is what happens when my words are forced to rhyme" 130306 what's it to you? who go blather from