Nurse-Licorice {Minotaur}

Dream-scape 'vision' of the mythic Minotaur draws some Earthling expression for the muscle/brain of wrought experience-jitters.

Minotaur portrait. Happy Summer, 

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"Well, I didn't think my Selfie age of sportsmanship windows and lifestyle linked social commentary for nets-confidence and pedestrian IQ would invoke a special underworld dream-scape of engagement with a bull-headed man-creature, the fabled Minotaur (half-human, half-bull), who'd made his own convenience-comforts 'Selfie' imagery for wrought-distances to personalized indulgences for worldly arms and jellybeans for the Ego. Why'd I get such a vision for muscles of share (Facebook-like)?"

MINOTAUR: You insist inquiry 'examination' of my Nurse Licorice, prince?
ME: I'm in some dream-scape escapism map for a legend or two, bull-man?

MINOTAUR: You are curious of my Nurse Licorice, a spa-universe medicine-angel!
ME: You make indulgences of her personality, bull-man!

MINOTAUR: I'll tell you the secret of her personage, I shall (ok).

ME: What's her secret to draw you to her, bull-man?

MINOTAUR: Her hubby-darling beau man was mortally-wounded in a World War.

ME: Earth expressions of jars make for your intelligence?

MINOTAUR: Nurse Licorice is mine, prince (ha).

ME: This is some new mythos for the profit-meditation of life's pillows, yes.

"I shared a zesty plate of Earth world/culture exchanges 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread with the Minotaur-creature in this dream-scape vision, conversing about my (own) 'examination' of 21st-Century Blue-Planet Selfie lifestyle conveniences of pillows of consumerism/capitalism like Wall-St. and the Home Shopping Network, while he elucidated the metaphysics arms of the splendor and significance of his Nurse Licorice, who'd become his bride-servant after becoming a war-time widow, herself having been trained as a war-time nurse (for hospitality languages!)."

MINOTAUR: I 'caught' Nurse Licorice as she bathed and comforted her brain, prince.

ME: She was in a spa-universe place for your linking, bull-man.

MINOTAUR: You can see my gold-embossed metallicized bull-helmet/mask is art!

ME: Nurse Licorice spotted in a spa-water for your liking is some high-art for Hell.

MINOTAUR: Her category of widow-eye made her sensitized to my strength/love.

ME: That's rich...I wonder how many war-field soldiers envision tragedy-reversal.

MINOTAUR: Nurse Licorice is everything...she's the great medicine-faerie, prince.

ME: Well, the achievement of the Ego may mirror-mask the gods-IQ of evolution!

MINOTAUR: Nurse Licorice intrigues you, and so you may write about her (Selfie).

ME: Good (Facebook-like!).

"I decided to keep the promise(s) made in my Minotaur-field dream-scape 'vision' of incomplete-distances of manmade/gods-thought Romanticism, anarchism, and conversationalism (ha). I'd write about Nurse Licorice as a super faerie of wrought medicine for 'hypothetical' heart-turns and twists of both survival and adaptation for leviathan/uncertainty. The Minotaur had astounded me, and so, as a male Earthling/American writer and sports/Selfie/media culture 'fan' of languages, I resolved to compare Nurse Licorice to Helen of Troy (for doubts!)."

PSYCHIATRIST: What you need is therapeutic archaeology videos (YouTube, etc.).

ME: Well, fighting is everything, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: This insistence your Minotaur-man is a hostel-muscle is a vanity?

ME: Maybe I link the Minotaur 'universe' with archaic-image of race jellybeans!

PSYCHIATRIST: There's some psychological 'dark-magic' in a touchdown line, pal.

ME: Facebook-like (for the gods).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)