Subject | saw Paramore, missing a paramore |
DateCreated | 9/24/2006 10:49:00 PM |
PostedDate | 9/24/2006 10:34:00 PM |
Body | The concert: This Providence, Hit The Lights, Cute is What We Aim For, and Paramore... great... even though I smell of cigarette smoke and the singers mikes were drowned out by the amps, still great... that put me into the right mood to feel my whole body and use it wet, dry, hot, cold, clothed, nude it was the passion playing my chords and dreams my heart dreams of that left me lonely in a crowd pressed against a mass of humanity wanting to fall in love but oh how I love those dreams my heart dreams of and oh how I love to feel like falling in love can one grow too old for the mosh pit? |