Ain’t fear a beaut? It sure kicks my ass.

Frank Herbert wrote that Fear is the mind-killer. Not so certain that’s true with me. Fear is more of a heart-killer, to my taste. It kills my heart, wounds my spirit, busts my incentive. Fear and mind? It does make me dumber, but that mind kicks into overdrive. Mind, on.

Aak!

Or should I say eek? Not sure which, but they both work. Aak is for low-register scares and eek for high.

So now, since I’m supplied with such a grand superabundance of fear in many registers, it’s my task to do something good with it: Fear is great for X. Sweet – 90% of the sentence is done, now all I need is an X!

Almost done with fear,

LWIII