It came to me in a dream.

A thought; those catholic guys, who enact the crucifiction. Yes real, nails through hands.
The night in Penang of Hindu, torturing themselves with piercing in the name of devotion.

Over to you mangos.

Agreed Bleth, you have imagination,not a head full of facts.
That then is my answer, imagination.
It comes with a heavy penalty, you experience in part,  that which you never want to face.
You can write fiction, I can not. The truth is enough. Yes my truth, not yours or that of any one else. Only my truth.    

In case you did not know , I decided to write an interactive, work, I will not call it fiction as it is not.
Blame Bleth, if you want to blame, he gave me the idea. I seek no money for it, enjoy spewing out my trash.
Of her, not to be mentioned, she was aware of what I was doing. Then fell to the bait, hook , line and sinker.
Banned me.
I wrote yesterday that I forgave her and she responded and thus was outed.

This is "The Naked Lunch" part two.
Enjoy if you will.
Or ban me.

^^^
Was experience invented or experienced?