Divert the evil eye with a sharp object, a pipe & a magnifying glass. Smile. If this doesn’t do the trick, instantly fetch the beast within.

Take your time to find the place all the lost memories are stored. Dust off the debris of stormy nights and gently unlock the sacred vault. Listen to the symphony. (for I.)

Filter your angst. Bottle it in a tiny green bottle, and label it “Poison”. Then read the label, every day, until you are ready to flush it down the toilet.

House your fears in a derelict mansion on the edge of town. Dress them up in period clothes & take away their shoes. Let them loose on each other.

Push the walls on both sides until your hands sink through them. Lift them up in the air. Take a deep breath. Then blow them apart.

Imagine thoughts as butterflies caught in the steel net of your troubled mind. Pierce the net with a sharp sound. Let them out. One by one.

Let go of what most concerns you, and fill the void with water. Then let the water flow slowly onto fertile ground. Wait.

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