Day 172 of 365 days of riddles wrapped in lies seen through the back of of a black mirror. So many strange images can run through our minds when our rods and cones dance in the dark. As children our brains are filled with the same chemicals that drive the shamans dance.  We dream of terror and delight, revealing  our lifes true purpose. What was your childhood boogieman? Mine was Satan, who appeared as an unshaven 60 year old man in a tattered, cheaply made devil costume. The seams were…
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