A young man was dancing at a concert. Behind him was a second, dancing as well. But the second was expecting to be percieved as commentary on the first.
The first was unique among the crowd for his ecstacy and the second, threatened by it, mocked with a similar vehemence and exertion.
I am confounded by this level of exchange. "I'll only dance as commentary on dancing."
A puckered and infected world view?
I wanted to open his head like an over-ripe pumpkin.
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