My attempt to join the ranks of famous psychologists has once again fallen a wee bit short
Ocean, a potion of motion. Love and dove and glove.
My attempt to join the ranks of famous psychologists has once again fallen a wee bit short
by Bob Hicok
Was it my turn to vacuum the collective unconscious? I liked Jung better than Freud, though I thought A. J. Foyt kind of nailed human psychology by speeding around and around an asphalt track, as if proving we're getting nowhere fast. Never learned what A. J. stood for. Adjacent Jamboree? Adamant Jehovah? Ascendant jumping is my kind of jumping, though I wish there wasn't the attendant fall. One of my favorite typos: collective unconscience, as if there's a pool of unethical behavior we all swim in from time to time. Sorry: since there's a pool of unethical behavior we all swim in from time to time. With Jung, I'll admit that when I come across his idea of the anima, I do think enema, but only because rhyme gives me no choice. Like skull and mull. Toking and joking. Ocean, a potion of motion. Love and dove and glove. Vagina and thank you. Morning and mourning. Yes and bless my wife for promising not to die.





"Vagina and thank you," no truer words ever written and from any angle any pov any v without point and completely and utterly and unutterably true. Thank you, Bob!
Playful and gutting at the same time… still trying to logically explain to my mind what vacuuming the collective unconscious means, even though I can feel the charge of the meaning in my body