This ^ is me. As J and I have delved into the blackness of my soul, we have processed through relatively "new" issues, ones I've acquired in the last, oh... 6 years or so.

Now, however, I'm burrowing through the upper mantle, into the lower mantle and outer core, releasing spewing fountains of pure molten magma (and possibly some iron, nickel, and sulfur). We're bumping up against the old dysfunctions of yore, the ones I have cherished and nurtured from infancy on.

No wonder I'm reacting so violently... and spurting vast quantities of toxicity, like a severed, gangrenous artery.


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