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that place… that place where you..don't…know whats right or whats wrong that place where you just are not quite yourself; yet not estranged by a strangeness completely that funk that is what this is do I feel extra or not quite is this excess or insufficiency Do i jump into action abounding with love or stay put for fear of the funk that follows quirky tendencies or supressed emotion? stirring. twisting. explosion of thoughts of none but a barren wasteland that slowly crawls through the excessive chatter that fills me to the brim. is it grim? or a beautiful bounty of raw, ****** toils of the soul blessed, or cursed I Am This Place.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
The Funk
that place… that place where you..don't…know whats right or whats wrong that place where you just are not quite yourself; yet not estranged by a strangeness completely that funk that is what this is do I feel extra or not quite is this excess or insufficiency Do i jump into action abounding with love or stay put for fear of the funk that follows quirky tendencies or supressed emotion? stirring. twisting. explosion of thoughts of none but a barren wasteland that slowly crawls through the excessive chatter that fills me to the brim. is it grim? or a beautiful bounty of raw, ****** toils of the soul blessed, or cursed I Am This Place.
Seline
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
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