we bleed...audio blood

trapped like rats in a box, we all scream. we scream more than bloody murder at the top of our lungs. we don't blare words as yelps for help, but as a communal cry. bestiality emerges from emaciated teenagers as synergetic tones seep through the pores of one hundred something poor confused pubescent beings. these tones gather on the floor and splash around onto laces and hightops as feet fly from solid ground to weightlessness and back again. the lights swivel as if operated by an intoxicated primate. shining light onto faces that we all adore. faces that we only long to throw words at and receive a sentence or two in return. these faces screech familiar phrases at us and we scream back in unison. we say "hey!" and we say it like we fucking mean it. no... we scream it.