The world revolves, a new day dawns, the wind shreds yesterday’s terrors like tarpstrings in the yard. Onward to new fears, everborn til I’m so deliciously evolved this world won’t fit me anymore.

I’d wonder whether it fits me now, but that falls into the fear-think category, and those thoughts are not how I think these days. Fear is fear, but when it starts as thought, it’s just another mind-control manipulation. All those damn memes zotting in the breeze, shrieking ‘fear this, fear that!’ A good sneeze will take care of them, then move right along into music, yes.

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