Post by Zander Song on Feb 5, 2007 15:05:10 GMT -5
...When you go to a club alone, Sit in a booth, and Do nothing for four hours Straight. When You Spend those fours hours Drumming your fingers on the table, not ordering anything, not waiting for a single person.
You know you're cool when You're Aiden Black, And you've got no friends.
The Sixteen year old boy didn't have any trouble getting into the 18+ club; Dematerialization had it's perks. He didn't even have to pass the Bouncer; Just walk through the stone wall, and make sure you don't enter in the Ladies Room, or the Kitchens, Or something. he had no Trouble Ordering A drink, either; Just borrow someone's ID, Morph yourself into their image, and Ask for whatever your heart pleases.
Aiden presantly sat Alone at an isolated booth, Letting the bass and treble tones of the Indie-tronic Music Pulse through his unstable molecules. he loved the feeling he got in loud music; His whole Frame shook, And if you looked closely, you would notice the sublte ripple of his atoms as the Sound disturbed their Rest. It was kind of like sitting in a Massage Chair, only fouty Times Better; The sound it made was more apealing, too, Until the DJ decided to play A mainstream Rap song; The repetitive beat and Fast-paced ryhmes of the mindless music made Aiden's head hurt. But, then again, he was a weird kid.
You know you're cool when You're Aiden Black, And you've got no friends.
The Sixteen year old boy didn't have any trouble getting into the 18+ club; Dematerialization had it's perks. He didn't even have to pass the Bouncer; Just walk through the stone wall, and make sure you don't enter in the Ladies Room, or the Kitchens, Or something. he had no Trouble Ordering A drink, either; Just borrow someone's ID, Morph yourself into their image, and Ask for whatever your heart pleases.
Aiden presantly sat Alone at an isolated booth, Letting the bass and treble tones of the Indie-tronic Music Pulse through his unstable molecules. he loved the feeling he got in loud music; His whole Frame shook, And if you looked closely, you would notice the sublte ripple of his atoms as the Sound disturbed their Rest. It was kind of like sitting in a Massage Chair, only fouty Times Better; The sound it made was more apealing, too, Until the DJ decided to play A mainstream Rap song; The repetitive beat and Fast-paced ryhmes of the mindless music made Aiden's head hurt. But, then again, he was a weird kid.