Are Memories Pictures Or The Secret Doorway?

I Do Love To Eavesdrop. It's Inspirational, Not Only For Subject Matter But For Actual Dialogue, The Way People Talk.

But Paper And Ink Have Conjuring Abilities Of Their Own. Arrangements Of Lines And Shapes, Of Letters And Words On A Series Of Pages Make A World We Can Dwell And Travel In.

As I Enter The Small Intestine I Get Squeezed By Muscles. Its Dark And The Walls Look Like Slimey Crushed Velvet Theres Pancreas Juice On Me Help Me I Am Disintigrating.

Love Is An Exploding Cigar We Willingly Smoke.

What Is An Imaginary Friend? Are There Also Imaginary Enemies?