"The slow exodus by distorted pony from Tumbledown Mountain."
I often think I have a lot of interesting and lyrical thoughts there in the superstructure of my head that I need to share. Then when I reach the point of saying them out loud I realise that they are not quiet what I thought they might be so I just stop myself. Eventually those thoughts just float away, it's a pleasant enough experience. Awareness of self is a useful property but it can also restrict your range of self expression if you let it. That's not a bad thing.
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