Candy Apple Red Stillettos: An Ode To Dinz
 

The fishnets were cruel to me, their seams weaving in and out through the crowd. I was feeling pretty sexy anyway. I could hear the clock of those stillettos come through the techno beats and tinkling of glasses. The wearhouse was packed to the gills and there I was, lying with my stomach to the ground.

I wanted to see those fishnets in a heap on my floor. I was going to see those stillettos kicked around in my apartment. I started crawling toward those sinewy legs. They killed me.

Thanks beck....I didnt know you cared.

See, now the thing was that I was actually hoping people would add to this. Apparently people thought that was the whole thing. Or they had no interest or passion to continue on with the story...

Sooooo...if someone would like to carry the torch and continue on, it'd be cool. But if y'all want to leave it like it is, it's fine by me.

I think I like it just as it is! You have quite a way with words there Beck!