Did I tell you about my trip to Wonderland? Mom, The Dude, and I spent an afternoon in surreality with the faces of good friends of mine atop bodies that bore no resemblance to human. It was the day of the death cult holiday, and I thought that I had just eaten a tainted Snickers and imagined the whole thing, but perhaps it was deeper than that. Notice that I am the only one of us that looks wholly sapiens.
I figured that my pseudotyped compadres represented my psyche's interpretation of the story of Alice. Just that my white rabbit happened to be a black monkey, my caterpillar: a pea pod, my cheshire cat: a tiger, my jabberwock: a dinosaur. The others didn't make sense until I recalled this image:
Apparently my psyche operates in the realm of mixed metaphors and convoluted symbolism. I am not sure if a psychotherapist would say that I am feeling controlled, strung out, or have a penchant for lying. Look who is pulling my strings, coincidence?
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