My Daily Minefield

Perception:  a magical mystery tour into the depth of an individual’s mind.

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It’s what allows someone to arm a rocket launcher . . . aim it straight at your house . . .x

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Score a direct hit . . .

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Meander by an hour or so later, working their way through the rubble and debris of destruction , until they reach you . . .

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And stand face to face inquire, in their most sardonic voice, “What’s wrong with you?”

It’s moments like this that make me wish I could open the tops of people’s heads,

**much like you would a pez dispenser

or a nutcracker**

. . . crawl inside their brain and see the world through (what I consider to be) their extremely distorted and disturbing point of view. 

The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

But to be honest, I’m probably better off staying in my own back yard and roaming around the maze that encompasses my head.  Lord knows it’s not exactly a clear cut path in there either!