Riddle:
How might unexpected explosions of repressed rage be likened to the gaseous explosion described below?
TAIPEI — Residents of Tainan learned a lesson in whale biology after the remains of a 60-ton sperm whale exploded on a busy street, showering nearby cars and shops with blood and organs and stopping traffic for hours.
The 56-foot-long whale had been lying, exposed, on a flat-bed truck headed for a necropsy by researchers, when gases from internal decay caused its entrails to explode in the southern city of Tainan.
... I'll bet on that day passersby agreed that real life is truly much more shocking than fiction!
In truth, no form of energy can be contained within a veneer, forever ...
At those times when repressed 'madness' explodes through the persona's veneer, anyone slimed by fury's sudden projection of blood and guts will feel shocked.
Though the entrails of the whale could not be whipped back into it's skin—as though the gaseous explosion had never been, the defense system of a severely taxed brain has been known to suck insulting comments back into its subconscious by way of reconstructing memory—thus making the person, who'd been slimed, feel crazy, ticked or tricked.
Quoth the raven: Nevermore!
Though some may feed the defense system's need to tweak history
I direct my mind toward connecting with clarity
And though reality keeps me sane
That doth not mean
I'll never edge toward
Exploding with 'madness'
Because I, too, store angst in need of release
On the other hand
If 'thar she blows' comes to pass
You'll not see me dive into denial
In hopes of re-inventing history
Rather than 'angelicating' myself
I've trained my mind
To muster the courage
To own up to my humanness
And if you ask:
Annie, how do you know you've developed this strength?
I'll reply:
Having exhumed and explored my subconscious fears
Nevermore shall I be an easy a target
For those who deny spewing innuendo upon my vulnerabilities ...
Today, thee proves to be friend, through and through
Or thee may find thyself walking a path ...
Wondering why I've chosen another for myself ...
As to why I write about this, again and again?
Well, in truth, this reconditioning-a-mind-in-transition stuff
Doth not come easy!
And if this be my chosen path
Then who better to offer me daily pep talks than myself?
In truth, no form of energy can be contained within a veneer, forever ...
At those times when repressed 'madness' explodes through the persona's veneer, anyone slimed by fury's sudden projection of blood and guts will feel shocked.
Though the entrails of the whale could not be whipped back into it's skin—as though the gaseous explosion had never been, the defense system of a severely taxed brain has been known to suck insulting comments back into its subconscious by way of reconstructing memory—thus making the person, who'd been slimed, feel crazy, ticked or tricked.
Quoth the raven: Nevermore!
Though some may feed the defense system's need to tweak history
I direct my mind toward connecting with clarity
And though reality keeps me sane
That doth not mean
I'll never edge toward
Exploding with 'madness'
Because I, too, store angst in need of release
On the other hand
If 'thar she blows' comes to pass
You'll not see me dive into denial
In hopes of re-inventing history
Rather than 'angelicating' myself
I've trained my mind
To muster the courage
To own up to my humanness
And if you ask:
Annie, how do you know you've developed this strength?
I'll reply:
Having exhumed and explored my subconscious fears
Nevermore shall I be an easy a target
For those who deny spewing innuendo upon my vulnerabilities ...
Today, thee proves to be friend, through and through
Or thee may find thyself walking a path ...
Wondering why I've chosen another for myself ...
As to why I write about this, again and again?
Well, in truth, this reconditioning-a-mind-in-transition stuff
Doth not come easy!
And if this be my chosen path
Then who better to offer me daily pep talks than myself?
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