I studied a little mythology, some Jung, a tad Freud. I've read Durrell and Robertson Davies among other things. I am in tangles over myself.
My Id is full of archetypes. My Ego is aware of my upside down Superego. My parents were Very ******* up. It's no wonder I lick my fingers before I eat the soup. It's the Golden Bowl thing. I think that's it.
I am populated with fantasies. I can fly around the sun w/o melting, visit Grandma and slay dragons before lunch.
I save my children from the Gorgons around them and clean their faces when they are done. It's a hero thing.
I can ****** Poseidon when I feel like it but that ****** trident undoes me everytime.
I was your Anima when I was younger now I am your crone. I could never get Siggy to realize that. It was in a coke cookie moment I gave my soul to Shakespeare and died old and unrepent.
It is in mythology that you love me. Only me and Forever.