"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." Khalil Gibran.
Saturday, June 28, 2025
Attachment Disorder and Darwinian Doll Parts
the boy got serial glimpses of his mother's perfect doll parts, highlighted by tan lines and animated by her movements as she always left the house. He saw them, from the pefect feet all the say up and down her lovely body. And it all and it stayed inside the boy's brain inside the space behind his eyes such that, for the balance of his long life, he would measure all subsequent doll parts against those days when she ran around the house, perfectly naked. With this anchor in place, and when combined with other other parental anomalies, not fit for print, it would absolutely destroy the boy's ability to form a healthy bond with another human being.
