Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, Underground

Struggle

“‘Brings down the walls of pride,’ state lyrics from a religious song.

‘Middle fingers in the air,’ if that’s the type of god we must endure – giving me more and more crisis to bear (all of us, for that matter).

No ‘free will’ kept promises, here – just mixed-messaging lashes and unconsentual bondage.”

A Woman's Plight, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Ship On Fire

Even though her ship was taking on water
She knew it would hold if she managed it
Long enough to get the others to safety
Yet even though she knew their plight
Having survived her own as parent
It still hurt she’d be left stranded

(Paragraph lools like the prow of a ship :D)

Reclamation, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Wow – Results!

“I flexed into my ribs for back, front, and sides all around with a softened smaller basket ball like we used to play ‘fodge’ to.

I lay upon it in yoga, stretch, etc.,  positions, gently rocking into it while attempting to correct the enforced upper stomach bulging still clamped from the accident.

I guess enough time since the accident has brought some settling in my system, allowing my efforts to at last bring results.

Because even though I can feel the torsion spasming trying to come back, I am able to briefly pull those upper ab muscles inward again!”