Euphoric conclusions

It was all about them, being there, feeling the beat..it really absorbed them..She no longer feared ..while trying to maintain that self-sufficient pseudo-feeling as long as she possibly could.

We all feel strong when the music we adore is bursting into our ears..silencing everything else around and inside us.

"Why think like all these nobodies that try to impress even themselves with their ancient desperate movements contoured by their attention seeking egocentrism" , she said..mostly to her, because her half drunk-dead dancing partner was focusing his eyes in a completely different anatomic body-part, fantasizing the short foreplay, he'll manage to avoid if he plays this right..

He said : "Why dissolve yourself with this set of thoughts, at this age?..It is all about us baby, like always in every aspect of this shit called life!", then he re-heard everything in his head thinking he slipped that previous "baby" out and was somehow trying to bomb her with other profane, adolescent, anti-social arguments, to elude his barbaric dating quotes and not so subtle advances...

She couldn't really hear him, between his constant gasps for air, like he was constantly chocking in his own orally expelled beer-smell gases, while trying to camouflage it all with sudden head shakes and other-way-around turns ,somehow synchronized with the deep sound of the progressive trance track..

She could read his lips now and then, when he emphasized the words.."Leave it all behind..Live now..fuck it all.. life..and live..it.... does...not.. matter." But then, when the music changed she heard something she could relate to..

"It's all a load of bull-crap, and it wasn't suppose to be all this black and white..Why not a gift? An undeserved, unappreciated almost ruined gift!..This life I mean.."

"This poor slob maybe does deserve a chance"..and encouraged by the nature of the conversation she affirmed her nihilistic view regarding the conventional path..the one way road that people tend to walk, despite their rebellious, highly innovative, independent vision on the purpose of life, and all those forgotten college dreams and hopes to be..someone ..unique..to exit the crowds.."Fuck..is this conventional way to your true path..the conformist way through the school activity, graduation ..work and even in death.."
"C'mon..let's save the chat for now..not death..c'mon girl..not this deep ..not tonight..Let's just kiss and dance like the soulless marionettes we are.." hoping that this last line would shut her thoughts up.

Most of the self indulgent three-times-a-day masturbators would label this freedom ..It's when you know the obvious, the one thing that includes them all, only than you can really take the mask off. You were eluding it all this years, but when your eyes are going to be truly open..you'll realize that you upsmart your parents, your myopic teachers with their own sense of reality, their own master plan .. you start asking yourself why? Why waste yourself choosing?

Are you happy or just another euphoric, 10 minute glory dream that motivates your persuasive ass another day..until you forget and start all over in your pointless, plane, worthless thoughts that you're saving the planet..behind a wooden desk job and a fancy piece of shit office wardrobe..

Let's hope the mayans were right about 2012..