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What If?

What is imagination but a continual granting of permission-to-self to free-associate beyond constraints, blockages and moral codes, to bob and float, weave and flow, in a wine-dark sea of dreams, to riff like a muthafucka whose fleabitten firepants are down … Continue reading

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