Nameless masks of characters created in the imaginations of all the lonely hearts to have ever stood alone in the crowd. To concert hall fringe dwellers who prefer the passion of the music over the kindness of neighbors. To the stiletto heeled dancers who shake it for no one but themselves. To the boys who wear lipstick and the the truck sluts who don’t. We are legion. The lost tribe thrown to the four corners of the world on volatile winds of change. We roll with those winds. We are evolution and we shall meet again. True friends always do.
So Lance, AKA The Boss over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog, is a wicked word weaver that hosts the 100 Word Song. Each week, a fellow word bender who posted to the weeks previous challenge, gets picked a winner and receives the power to pick the coming weeks challenge. This week, Michele has offered up Waiting on a Friend by The Rolling Stones. The 100 Words above represent where MY pen went…where do YOU figure your’s is headed? Link up your take, and next week it may well be you who wears the crown of our musical muse.