Oh me.
Oh my.
Oh, woe is one!
Woe! Woe! And thrice Woe!
What is one to do? One may as well stop right now. Stop writing. Stop thinking. Finish the blog. Cancel Halloween. Everything even.
Sigh.
I’ve just found out that another of my Inner Beings has crossed over into reality through that strange rift that has opened up. But this one is such a major aspect, such an important side of me, I’m just a lump of conscious jelly without it. Well, unconscious jelly, but you know what I mean.
My Inner Creator has left the building.
Out he’s gone – out into the Grinds, joining Thomasina (my Inner Woman), My Inner Bogeyman and the newly named Fangers, my Inner Typist. My Inner Creator is the one who helps me to see reality… to see things clearly… to put words down into some kind of sensible order (even if collectively they make no sense whatsoever!)… he also helps me to spot when things don’t seem to add up (is it me, or is it too much of a coincidence that this new discovery of life water on Mars has come around at the same time as the launch of a new movie ‘The Martian’? Just sayin’)… he helps me to remember dreams… to fly… to ponder, to…
Eh?
My Inner Creation?
Oh.
My Inner Creation has left the building, not my Inner Creator. Phew.
Who’s my Inner Creation???
I thought this was another Selfie that had gone wrong.
Not that I’m keeping tabs or anything, that’s two monsters unleashed. Crikey.
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