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I am not seeking solace or transcendence. This is instead the pursuit of pushing beyond and clawing for the center of desperation. This is not the point of pressure in which the puss snaps out of the head offering slimy and sexual satisfaction, but rather a deep footing in the brewing ache of infection and the resentment that fills life's pores.
Dancing for more rain, so that I may remain shut in with the pain. Dancing to stay insane. Running in the rain. Dancing insane.