I lock my cell away figurin' to HIDE from its 10,000 armed Grab. Marc had sent me 43,671 texts admonishing me for AVOIDING REAL Reality, ---------GUILTY as charged.
He sent me a Pair of his Father's Cuff Links, White Gold with Yellow Gold streams. It meant, "You're IN".
With That, a "Hans & Franz" >"We're here to pump [clap] YOU uP"< Letter, that [somehow] scolded me for forgetting {ignoring} my Status as "Master of the Universe" Academic. It 'made me' full of Rue. Never underestimate the Power of Guilt and [even] Shame for that matter.
I took a Breath ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What was Out [In] There ?
As far as I could seen , nothing but Tornadic Chaos, which to me is my "Briar Patch".
"Br'er Rabbit hoodwinked the Fox-That-Was-TOOOO Smart :: "Don't throw me in that Brier Patch" sed Brer Rabbit in his best Fancy English.
Home at last.
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