Crocodials

Ok.  A friend offered to go bike riding with me, and then some yoga.   I need to decompress.

I have had too much on my mind and too little on my plate.  I have been under the weather.

I will start talking about things again, using nouns and verbs.  Subjects, predicates!  

People will love me, you'll see. 

I need to sweat it out, like in a Haitian Vodun ritual.

I need to dance in the flames and give rise to living shadows, let the light lash and flicker out into the darkness.

To call forth my animal spirit, speak to the espiritu self, make wine from the tears.

Call forth the crocodilia cardium.....

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