I re-read over my thoughts and posts, thinking how it might seem strange for some.
A twisted gaggle of words set to bad elevator music and a mind lost in reality.
Is not reality thou but a lie fabricated to soften the blow?
To make one believe in the grandest entrapment of an illustrated illusion, that being one of freedom.
Like mice in a cage these are the days of our lies...
Just another Sunday with you.
Shall we go for a stroll instead?
I just love this picture, he just stood there looking as cute as he could.
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