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| jukka, designer dog products, home, matrix, ft. lauderdale, zoe cook, housemartins, workout, however, design, forum, new york, sportive, muay thai heavy bag, shaker, cappellini, fatboy swim, cameraphones, accumeasure, ika, augusta, mighty dub katz, fiction, home networking, | it….GET DOWN!! AN ALL OUT ASSALT OF FUNK RAGES TRHOUGH MY BODY AND MIND!! Taking over until nothing else in the world exists…the absolute bliss of nirvana seeps into the coral my soul, only me, and the boogie…my strange, awkward yet honest, full throttle eruption of all out dance, orders limbs to flail and feet to stomp out instantaneous rhythms in coordination the coral with obliviousness and an utter happiness that only long awaited and anticipated orgasms can even come close to matching…if not for the fact that I’m dancing in open public to music that no one else could hear, my body and soul would remain united as one through my rhythm until complete exhaustion caused a full body meltdown…….so….soon….this rhythm junkie must get to a club with some sweet house, breaks or drum n bass….or….the suffering will not end and I may end up breaking out into uncontrollable dance in a line or at desk near you…. |
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| outbursts of pure funk and smiles…but I’m not a party addict…excessive partying is part of why I’m 25 and still in college without a degree, but I don’t regret one minuet of the past…I love conversation…I am a seasoned people watcher, with an talent in making up fatboy swim “life stories” of the random people who I observe, and sharing them with who ever I’m with…I loooooooooooooove to dance…and it's been soooooo long since I've been to a club…the grove within me is festering and beginning to fatboy swim take over my feet at odd times throughout the day, fatboy swim causing violent outbursts of hard, yet sweet sweet boogie…sometimes to only the beats of my heart…I’ve got the itch and it’s getting harder and harder to resist…it starts with a tapping of the toes…bump…bump…bump-bump….bump…bump…bump-bump…spreading to my ankle, which overtakes my entire leg…then the other foot gets into the action….this isn’t the dance, it’s the unmistakable funk within me trying to escape by pounding odd yet surreal drum n bass beats from within my soul…silence in the room, yet the beat haunts me, overtaking all the effort I can muster to sit in class or work and pay attention….ohhh…..got…too…fuck |
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