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it's past midnight and my thoughts is just fuzz, lintballs and cotton candy rolling around like tumble weeds across a vast and barren plain that purports to a working brain. i am so very far beyond myself that i am forgetting who i am....why... it is grant writing season and i have used my quota of words ... so just visualize something wonderful, off to the west over there.. while i sleep over under this tree here.... and if i am quiet enough, maybe i will come back, to me. then the carniva, will begin again tommorrow... sonetimes real life is such a grind...
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
beyond myself
it's past midnight and my thoughts is just fuzz, lintballs and cotton candy rolling around like tumble weeds across a vast and barren plain that purports to a working brain. i am so very far beyond myself that i am forgetting who i am....why... it is grant writing season and i have used my quota of words ... so just visualize something wonderful, off to the west over there.. while i sleep over under this tree here.... and if i am quiet enough, maybe i will come back, to me. then the carniva, will begin again tommorrow... sonetimes real life is such a grind...
thiswas me last night, writing freeflow...now add one more day of writing academic and theatrical jargon.... and see me sitting slack jawed in the corner... just don't poke me...truly i might bite..or just begin to drool...
#pad#bd
betterdays
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F/Australian
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
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