Breaking it.

So many times I do the same thing. I didn't even know I was doing it. So many ideas of oneself crowd the mind like too many shops in a strip mall. Really, I didn't know I was doing it. Does that make me unconscious? What about accountable? My friend's "Guru-Bell" says all rules apply. Even the ones you don't know about. That makes sense.

That makes a lot of sense.

I wrote on Facebook, "Ah yes, my old friend." And yes, he's back. Or she. What does this person (?) look like? Pink, purple, moonlight, campfire, musky, rotten, loud like one of those horns lifeguards use to clear the beach? Not sure, but he/she is back.

I look over the edge of a cliff. Does this edge press back? Is there a barking doggie?