so i just cruised over to jake's myspace, and i read a post he made a month ago or so...i thought it was pretty cool so i made my own....its pretty much just an abstract stream of thought type of thing...i came up with a pretty good concept...just dont take anything too seriously...this is just how it came straight out of my mind..i have done a little bit of thinking about this earlier, but i guess i expanded on it a tad bit...kudos if you finish it.
One twitch—uncontrollable. Reaction in its purest form. There’s a whole other world out there. A best-selling book that no one reads, and everyone pays for. Tell me about my tells. She was gorgeous wasn’t she? My body told you all you need to know. An international sign language, in a stranger form. Read the signs of the body, its movement and what they say. These things so often go unnoticed. This otherworld is on a higher frequency. Catch a lie, insinuation, a glimmer in an eye you cant see. Instant message secrets in syntax. Tell them all to me. Write them down without words. And read mine. Drink them in. Gut feelings and the way you lean when you sit down. Which way do you face, and which face do you long to glimpse? Are we all so blind to these things!? Or do we just pretend to notice nothing? When do you crack your knuckles? Touch your lips, stroke your hair? Do you twiddle your thumbs in a different direction, look up to your right, or to your left? To what beat do you tap your feet? What song is on your mind, and who was the song for? Which smile do you use, and how often do you flash it? Are you holding your breath? Don’t bite your lip like that or the whole world will know what you are thinking. Twist your watch around your wrist, and pull your sleeves down over your hands. Spit to one side to look tough, to get rid of that nasty flavor, to expel those shells, or just because your mind moves your tongue and your lungs compress the air. Cross your arms. Hold your elbows, your shoulder, put one hand behind your neck. Pull your earlobe. Wink. Blink. Stare deep into their eyes. Look away quickly, before you’re caught. Give a quick smirk, or a glare and a look of disgust. Why do these things say so much about you and I? How closely may I rest my arm, my foot, my head? How many foolish things do we say without saying a word? How many times has this said all there is to know about me? Or how far away have I seemed when I meant to be closer? And how many times have I been misread? How many times do the unspoken words send you away?
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