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Or you could pretend you're Rasputin. It doesn't matter. The main idea is, when you act like someone else, by necessity, you're not carrying their back-story, or their emotional baggage. You hardly even know their fiery history, and all you're actually doing in the outside physical world is walking down the street. So you're going on empty, (pretending you're someone else,) which is what a little baby would be doing. (If they could walk!) A little baby would also be breathing from their belly. Capiche? One of these days I'm going to learn how to write actual literature, but that's another story. |
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