A rare gem from my childhood. It used to scare the shit out of me. Which I guess my mother found delight in because it sure as hell didn't stop her from playing it on a daily basis. I used to hide under the furniture like one of our twelve cats. (see? did we really need TWELVE cats at once?! loveable but loony bin material) Some of the seemingly fractured pieces of my mind that come spewing forth here in their haphazard and chaotic manner might make a little more sense upon review of this.
And yes, lovely thoughts are so lovely. And inspiring. Thank goodness for trifectious delights with reminders inside.