Monday, October 12, 2015

Vacillate no more!

George Tooker, self-portrait


fantasy


My place, where I live now, is in the ravine.
Any wondering anemic katydid delays the leap, when sense the twitching placenta over it….

Once inexplicable melancholy took hold on me. I found in a stash the written mantra. It assisted me in the transformation…

The shell – an artifact, belong now to the museum of human limitations.

Metamorphosis
Human intervention
Shell limits.


Wordle #82 ~  Mindlovemisery's Menagerie


11 comments:

  1. Sometimes we put unneeded limits on ourselves

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  2. Perhaps humans were the slug in the shell once ?

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  3. Something magical about shell limits...love it!

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  4. The Museum of Human limitations must be huge...

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  5. We always have to keep within those boundaries..

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  6. Shells do have their limits...
    Anna :o]

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  7. The wondering anemic katydid image is going to stick with me. I know very well about the limits of having a shell

    mindlovemisery

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  8. The Museum of Human Limitations...indeed!

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  9. Love love love this: The Museum of Human Limitations. I'd like to don't quite a few and never see them again!

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  10. Mystical veils of metamorphosis - intriguing rebirth(?) ... a fascinating write. Bastet

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