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drunk talk
drunk talk.i did it.i spoke my mind.i stopped in the middle of the ballroom, and had my spotlight tango.a tango. such an intense number. twists and turns. dips and snaps.fierce as a lioness stalking her prey. she pounces. an answer. and apology, and explanation. a headache.and im drunk.screaming over the cheesy rap music and backyard bantor of the bar. trying to spit out every thought, idea....emotion...tha i can muster up just to keep the attention. anything.just so i am not standing alone. any conversation is good conversation.and then you part ways. apparantly you feel better, but then you wake up in the morning on the side of your bed. shoes on, still dressed, tacky green wristband that proves you are of age.....a headache, and dry mouth.scatch your head. your going to have to think hard about this one.what was said?drunk talk...didnt change anything. more confused than ever...