My subconscious, like a
bramble patch, sometimes
catches me like a pile of barbed wire,
twisted, confused mess of sharp edges,
chaotic metal like thread of
hard associations and painful
memory.
My subconscious, like a
bramble patch, sometimes
catches me like a pile of barbed wire,
twisted, confused mess of sharp edges,
chaotic metal like thread of
hard associations and painful
memory.
Mad new world 
But you are conscious of this… and by definition, the subconscious is something you cannot be aware of. It’s so remote, so distant that you cannot even smell it…
What’s going on???
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