Faux Trail

Wayne followed every traditional route. His ignorant bliss bid others chart his course. Comfort was in knowing all carried precedent form. Locked doors blocking every end. Turn left, then right, again and again. Would they lie? Did they lie? road trip to nowhere tradition loss prediction walking to empty [Note of feet: Majority of society are followers led by folk they to whom they shouldn't listen. If you can't find your way, you'll end up nowhere. Sort of. ]

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Tom Woody

Date: 10/27/2024 2:34:00 PM

Hmmm this seems to be a bit of a mystery Wayne, er, Arlo. A little help?

Arlo Parker
Date: 10/27/2024 6:32:00 PM

Majority of society are followers led by folk to whom they shouldn't listen. If you can't find your own way, you'll end up nowhere. Sort of. :o))