The Dead Zone
It has been such a productive period that I am picking up murmurs of self sabotage from my control switch. Control freak that I am, I like to cause the inevitable disasters so that I can prepare for the particulars. Working and waiting for the random disaster to undo my work is more than this control freak can stand.
As I contemplate the murmurs, I find my most recent rounds of flashbacks and lightmares merging with the old television series, "The Dead Zone." Am I far enough in giving up the fight against my memories that I can do a similar freeze frame and calmly walk past the blood and guts to search out the pertinent details?
The clover and sweetgrass harvests have been the merging ground. The words for it have not yet surfaced, but the results are dazzling. I think. Perhaps I am only suffering more delusions of grandeur but I still, I am pleased. The herbs and bees are enjoying the delusion.
I hired a part-time assistant. We see how it flies.
As I contemplate the murmurs, I find my most recent rounds of flashbacks and lightmares merging with the old television series, "The Dead Zone." Am I far enough in giving up the fight against my memories that I can do a similar freeze frame and calmly walk past the blood and guts to search out the pertinent details?
The clover and sweetgrass harvests have been the merging ground. The words for it have not yet surfaced, but the results are dazzling. I think. Perhaps I am only suffering more delusions of grandeur but I still, I am pleased. The herbs and bees are enjoying the delusion.
I hired a part-time assistant. We see how it flies.
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