A sheep in Hugh's clothing

How do you dance when no one’s looking? No, really, I want to know. How do you dance when no one’s looking? Answer me that. When there’s no one around you, when you’re not in a club, when you’re not trying to look good in front of people. How do you shake, how do you twist, how do you flail, how do you bend, how do you do whatever you do. In 4/4 time, in waltz step, in whatever time signature, place, or music genre. Just how exactly…

How do you speak when you’re in your head? When you’re not trying to sound smart or put on airs for the sake of others. How loud can your voice get? I bet it can get really loud, am I right? I bet it can bounce off on walls and shit. I bet it doesn’t quiver one bit. I bet you 1 quid, 2 quid, red fish, blue fish…

Let me see you run. Not for your life, not for your health, but just let me see you run for a second. No offense, but you look kind of stupid when you run. Haha, seriously, who runs like that? But that’s okay. Keep your knees up and relax your shoulders. I don’t care if people are looking at you. Just run. I wanna see strides and leaps and bounds. Hey, it’s cool. Just chill. You have headphones on. Seriously, just run from here to there, like, run to that mailbox at the end of the block, near that black Nissan Sentra. I won’t even time you.

What do you think when you’re in your head? When you don’t format things for others to read, what exactly is running though your mind? What kind of prose is running through your head? What kind of analogies, what kind of ideas, what kind of dreams, what kind of reality, what kind of insanity… How many times did I tell you to write these things down? You know these ideas are no good in the morning, right? I need you to scrap all this. Start from square one again. And make it good this time. No dude, I’m sayin’ make it GOOD this time, or else you’re fucken cut.

Turns out it’s more like a molehill, hmm? What the hell?