Someone/Something is stilling my hand.
Someone/Something is pouring a fog into my head.
Someone/Something is strapping a muzzle around my mouth.
Someone/Something is tying a blindfold over my eyes.
Someone/Something is stopping up my ears.
Someone/Something is packing lead into my bones.
It doesn’t want me to get help. And I can’t get help if the bridge between me and the outside world is burned up. It’s sealing me up in my own body, my own mind. It’s turning me into a living tomb.
The process hasn’t finished yet. But it will soon. I’ve already been stung.
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For some reason, “Pepsini” evokes an image of Houdini in a red and blue Pepsi-colored cape and outfit 😛
Well, that’s certainly a much friendlier image than what Pepsini really means.
You mean the tarantula hawk wasp right? Fearsome indeed.