Beware the broad smile
Of the vulgar, vain villain
Setting his sleek snare
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Where there's Art there's Heart
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery. In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
By Caroline Jane3 days ago in Humans
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I love this: your message and that utterly awesome cover photo!!! ⚡💙⚡
I second what Kendall said. He'll be trapped one fine day. Loved your Senryu!
I don't even know what to say anymore. Every time he can't sink lower, he proves me wrong. Ugh. Loved your senryu.
If only that trap snapped on his hands the way so many have done to mine - but harder
A vulgar, vain villain indeed!
He'll be stuck in it one day...
Too bloody true, good sir!
He is a pig yet he set up Zelenskyy to be called one. Great job.
I love this