So I was kidnapped by a S.W.A.T. team and held against my will for three violent days. They were onto me so they had to tamp things down, as it were, in my frontal region. They jabbed me in the back with stiff fingers (this is not a euphemism) and proceeded to unlock my everything, break me down in every way and practically take away my identity. They locked me in a barrel. I am ok now, so do not worry. They released me as a matter of course, believing that I have indeed learned many lessons. I may not have.
In any event, I am fascinated by leaves and mud today. I am interested in mulch. I am sowing seeds in anticipation of the friendliness that may come to me.
I am working on a wet leaves and mud statue of myself, a replica of mountainousness and misshapen attitudes. Expect it to be free-flowing and metaphorical, in possession of splendor. Mystical is a word that would not be misapplied when speaking of this new construction.
Thanks be to unity of magic under the floorboards. Glory be!