Where the inner and outer self meet.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the psychic Institute of Light
commonly referred to as Heaven I also witness the psychic Institute of Darkness; it's the same place but they just didn't pay their power bill. Anyway, let us continue... on the crystal ball blurred I see cynical thoughts smeared by sceptics where dead spirits are really channelled from the depths of the living minds where someone is trying to get through. Hello Andrew! Is that you? Yes! It is me Andrew. And who are you? It is I, Andrew. I am yourself! Oh! Sorry everyone! False alarm. I'm talking to myself again.
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Added on December 27, 2020 Last Updated on December 27, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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