Isolation and Introspection
The Art of Consolation
Rhysia and TyRhysia
TyRhysia, the implants rickle and stitch said Rhysia as she ran her hands over the pearl size bumps along the side of her face.
Leave them alone Rhysia. They will be removed once we reach homeland base Felinia.
Remember The Ancestor cards yet to be retrieved and activated.
Your uncomfortable internal pearls have a vital role to play in the drama.
But TyRhysia, I want to be a Honeycomb! A Constellation of Honeycombs in the Mouths of Lions.
Hush baby. You will be. You soon will be.
Each of us has a microFantasy to act out.
At which point TyRhysia activated Rhysia sensor pearl cranium implants causing Rhysia to Rhythmically grimple and grackle along the mossy grass fields whilst ejecting spurts of podshoots that ignited into fiery energy bursts.
Deactivating the pearl bead sensors causing Rhysia to collapse into a deep meditative slumber.
Oddly positioned up above in the overhead tree branches which formed a leafy Murphy bed. Lower legs visible occasionally fwipping in and out from celestial island breezes.
Unfolding her massive wings She Who Sees All Gently Hovering Watching over her snoring charge.
Ms. Rhysia you’re innocent as charged. For a crossed eyed Dragon sees straight in its Dreams.
Afro Angel Halo Rings
The Masks we all Wear — Left Eye Aflame Afire
The Spiritual Component of Suffering.
Fasting to gain insight and ultimately relief. Appeasement of a jealous God.
Have you eaten? Are you not afraid that He Who Watches may see yet remain unseen?
Do you know who resides within the Watchtower?
What wandering souls nightly spirits peek out from the Watchtower walls. Eyes searching seeking for inhabitants of small spaces.
Left Eye Aflame Afire. Blurring vision yet powerful innervision. Ability to see inside the minds of All Sentient beings.
Death of a Female Saint