DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE: HEAVY NOTHINGNESS

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

HEAVY NOTHINGNESS

Falling heavy fold onto heavy fold warm butter covers each tiny recess covering all to near unconsciousness before I notice it is not butter, it is dark dank, heavy but of no real substance. Reaching the floor it puddles forming foundations for going up again for a firmer cover over the poverty distressed being behind the struggles of nothingness awareness pushes to maintain breath. All the strengths that give force to one’s sanity, growth, mobility, faith and stict to your guns spirit have been... Sign in to see full entry.

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