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Posted on October 15 2016

I think I'm developing a physical condition. A one in which my body loses the capacity not to curl up into an implosive ball of crippling tension. This condition is countered only by feverish outbreaks of full body dance that resonates from the core and quavers from the tips of my fingers and toes, sending signals of the music in my head through my hair.

It's not eccentricity. It's survival.


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