Inside, we all have a monster. A couple actually... The dragon that breathes fire when someone steals our parking spot or when the boss opts to give us the 5% raise instead of the 10%... The fiend that endulges in sinful pleasures behind closed doors and amongst treetops...Then there's the Gremlin...
The Gremlin lives in the pit of the stomach, a couple feet south of the heart, a few knots north of the loins, on the starboard side of the soul... He's born from the hasty conception of Want and Loss; the consumation of Ego and Rejection... The Gremlin lives the roughest, claws the most, and is the hardest to kill... And the Gremlin is one hungry bastard.
The Gremlin feeds on thought...
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