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:
Like baby bums for wheels!
I was just about to say that myself.
Sounds like bad sushi
always have been, phil.
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