Back to remembering vs. experiencing memory. Memory is like any travel, mentally going there - makes more sense to stay right here and avoid the gridlock. So why not move the self to the pool duck. He’s selfless, dongless and has this faux feathery appearance. He’s like every other duck in the pool store except now he has this teutonic influenced self, replete with anxiety. Knowing this about himself, our duck elevates his demeanor from those on the store shelves by avoiding the calamity entrenched in anxious individuals who tend to overgeneralize emotional experiences, whether they are threatening or not. So here’s why this exercise is submitted: a man’s gotta be able to offer something other than peniscentric footnotes supporting these parables if we want this to go somewhere. I was pinned to a guardrail on fire and woke up to victory over the reaper. Pool duck just lavishes in the reflections from the porcelain. Does that not disprove any distinction between the remembering or the experiencing versions of self? There never was a doubt that pool duck would be as loveable as its creator. Staying calm and responsible with no thoughts of attacking pigeons or humping the baskets on the dam, pool duck brings warm and loving thoughts to all observers.

This made sense before losing the text twice from touchscreen slipswipes. Something about germanic lineage coupled with phallopia gets a guy in a predictable rut. Seamist out.