blurse or a clessing, freedom is

Context of starving, financial starvation, or having creative food with-held by the Muse (if you choose) or starvation of social validation – however it may come… the sensations in the belly (or the mind-belly) are equally gnashing and growling, often producing brain-farts in the ‘end’.

What to do? Same, different, sifferent? Freedom a blurse or a clessing…

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