January 6, 2011







We dance to the beat of the continents shifting under our feet.
We dance to the beat of a new, better, faster breed.
We dance to the beat of radioactivity blocking the exits.
We dance to the beat of false math and unrecognised genius.
We dance to the beat of distorted knowledge passed on.
We dance to the beat of a distant rumble.
We dance to the beat
We dancing

I´m listening to Robyn and dancing around in my mothers old duffel from the seventies and my new knitted scarf-cap that I bought on sale at Indiska.



Johanna, Europe, Sweden, 17

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