I'm not a big sing-and-dance man.
Dance is such a stressful environment.
Dancing is a sweat job.
Get up and dance, get up and smile, get up and drink to the days that are gone in the shortest while.
Even the ears must dance.
Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.
Dancing is kind of my thing.
I can't sing or dance.
For me, prose walks, poetry dances.
I loved fencing and dancing and elocution.
We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor... When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.
The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.
Snow as fine and grainy as sugar covered the windows in and sifted off to the floor and did not melt.
For you can't hear Irish tunes without knowing you're Irish, and wanting to pound that fact into the floor.
Not drunk is he who from the floor - Can rise alone and still drink more; But drunk is They, who prostrate lies, Without the power to drink or rise.
Mission accomplished. The Museum of Modern Art's wide-open, tall-ceilinged, super-reinforced second floor was for all intents and purposes built to accommodate monumental installations and gigantic sculptures, should the need arise. It has arisen.
When Lisa awoke she was back in the cell on the floor covered in her own blood, dirt, and urine. And that was only day 1.
Stiff, huh? I think seeing you roll around on the floor in that tight little outfit accomplished that.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
I'd never believed in luck. Never had any cause to. Never relied on it, because I never could.
He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.
