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RE: Self-Portrait No. 7 — An Ode to the brown core of a toilet roll as written by a cracked egg.
I think you captured the essence of the empty core very well, infused that with the suffering of a cracked egg and got quite a good omelette. I also think that the place you live might be haunted and you really need to see a shaman or something. It just looks too damn rural, no wifi to scramble your brain, electrical lines, nothing? Yeah, you will be a bit screwed up given the low levels of pollution... Or you are just losing your mind :) In which case you need to explain to the voices the importance of journaling it for us online.
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Thanks. I am indeed losing my mind, and the place I live is indeed haunted. Lots of cranky old miner ghosts from Leadville's boom days. I actually wrote about one of them here.
Thanks for the writing prompt. I'll see what the voices have to say about my continued use of online journaling.