The horror-based pitch is one day it hits you.....you are a stigma. Not just a wart on the ass of progress type stigma but more like being photographed while enjoying the most ravenous temptation and then being carried around in a wallet somewhere. The enigma of stigmas.

Getting back to the true passion aroused by the passion motif, some here are containing the spills by funneling that passion like a careful pruning of sacred stigma-free stimuli.

Self induced performance enhancement flavors the vibe towards stability vs. WTF? Wind work didn't flatten and the tide flowing gently within neutralizes the deformities in a mindful way.