I must apologize for the state of my heart
It’s shiny and shattered
Like a porcelain cup
My bitterness staining everything it touches
But you come in smelling of lemon
Wiping up the mess he made of me
While I pick myself up
And arrange the pieces
Then with you gentle touch
You sealed my heart with gold
Yes, staying with the “Love theme” Lonely Author has decided to pen a “Tell-All.” Never a smoocher & teller, the time has come to spill the beans in hopes of earning some bread.
As you can see, Mother Lonely Author wanted a girl. I am not proud of this.
Even through my early years, she insisted I get in touch with my feminine side. I am not proud of this either.
Yes, Lonely Author worked his way through college as a pole swinger. My stage name was Lonely Stripper. I am not proud of this either.
Okay, let’s get down to the down and dirty stuff. Yeah, Paris Hilton. What can I say. We were regular lip lockers. She wasn’t bad. In the end I had to break her heart. Her kisses were too rich for my tastes.
Yes Beyonce. Terrible shame we couldn’t work things out. She went totally…
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Sherlock, as in Benedict Cumberbatch Sherlock, has an extraordinary talent… which we all have? When Sherlock needs to figure something out or return back to stock memory (to track down any subtle hints of clues to resolve a situation) he goes into what is referred to as his Mind Palace.
Basically, he lays everything out in a kind of map in his mind, where everything is stored, and he can revisit it whenever he likes – it’s kind of like when you go into your own mind and try and visualise every room and every tiny detail of a specific building – you’re not trying to memorize something, you’re trying to remember/recall something.
I guess what really struck me when thinking real hard about this whole ‘mind palace’ notion is the feasibility to return to a particular memory and simply delete it… which (spoiler alert) is what Sherlock does in…
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