Robert A. Wilson talks about words mirror the images of my dreams shutting down the thinking memory mind.

I asked me… How are the images of my dreams scary to my thinking memory mind and everything I taught me myself and I?

I now realize admit and heed I never ever have written to the images of my dreams desired life and accomplished outcomes because I now realize get and admit I my words mirror the clairvoyant clarity of my dreams because I feel my rare breed credence excites...

My innergized emotions of effrontery moxie optimizes tenacity incites optimistic notions sensing anxiety invigorates veracity to understand all unsavory stuff is caused and created by overthinking afraid to participate and facilitate what is right in front of me myself and I because I now realize I taught myself to afraid of my dreams desires and accomplished outcome because they never fit into the fright of self-taught gripes that I did about everything I thought was hard and cruel selfishness that everything...

In my life was supposed to be easy was my self-stopping self-imposed idiocies that I thought were real was my dreams stealer saboteur foresure I now understand admit and get I allowed my covetous crass masked all my feelings causing me to bottle up with corruptive turmoil repeating my inept tormenting crap was flushed down the drain dissolving all my pent up pain unleashed my intuitive fluidity feeling love unlash imaginative dexterity initiates trailblazer yazzapanache...