So today it was discussed that content/subject matter/whatever tends to come to you and on the bus ride home BOOM! We're running down the streets naked (or nude, if you want to consider this — this process — art)!
After endless hours of insanity stirring contemplation and frustratingly trying to whip this stubborn mule into shape. Lists upon lists and evenly matched cons for cons and pros for pros... Frustratingly easy from a completely unrelated thought, although I guess my subconscious has been working around the clock on this and for that I am thankful.
Tugging on my one earring—thinking about changing it—too inconspicuous? conspicuous, is that what we want? Do people even realise I've been walking around for months with one earring? It's really time to fork out the cash to get it re-pierced. But! what about your phobia?!?! Can you really take a cold, sharp needle piercing straight through your flesh all alone? Sometimes I forget to breathe. Sometimes I forget to breathe.
Alone. Now I'm alone I can't breathe at all. Why am I breathing when I'm not breathing at all?
...etc.
BOOM!
So, breathing it is.
Literally right under my nose waiting for me. Okay, so more like exiting/entering my nose. Whatever. I am not med science.
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