Thursday, March 29, 2007

of course

The raw imagery of our mind is what can exuberate, exacerbate and punish the externalizations of our persona. This vilified, phlegmatic or consummately incontestible vomit of an external reaction to an internal event can rip a soul to pieces, wrench life out of a dream or cart away a memory into a foggy dank place. This miasmic destination is livid with fear and placates nonsense into submission with an icy stealth.

Be wary.

4 comments:

Mercenaria said...

Like baby bums for wheels!

Debstar said...

I was just about to say that myself.

The OE said...

Sounds like bad sushi

ghost said...

always have been, phil.