Do we all have an alter ego that torments us, that spits fire to be free, the mad woman in our attic
is the pyrotechnics of our rages, our sullen ire of not being accorded the right amount of respect,
the misconstrued feeling that we have been slighted that pathologically we are going to right; the abject pain when we feel isolated, the lack of acknowledgement that by hell and water we will redress. What of when our madwoman is at her most active in her state of nocturnal violence.
as "myths" that work toward balancing individualisticbourgeois values and conservative aristocratic values
Compare and contrast this lively character with our etiolated (pale) selves denied the vivifying sunlight of perturbations.
is the pyrotechnics of our rages, our sullen ire of not being accorded the right amount of respect,
the misconstrued feeling that we have been slighted that pathologically we are going to right; the abject pain when we feel isolated, the lack of acknowledgement that by hell and water we will redress. What of when our madwoman is at her most active in her state of nocturnal violence.
as "myths" that work toward balancing individualisticbourgeois values and conservative aristocratic values
Compare and contrast this lively character with our etiolated (pale) selves denied the vivifying sunlight of perturbations.
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