Wanderings
You built a stone castle upon your house of cards. Then you invited us along to the party while it collapses. Me, I want a parachute so I can watch it all fall in glorious bloody red before I die.
Are we born blank note pads, empty, or is our emotional state already programmed in? If so, was my programmed faulty and then hacked into? As my operating system is wonky and needs fixing.
Are you the pecking snail? I can hear you growling in the night. You've been at my eggs again and not left me any. Why are you so selfish? I wanted to cook us an omelette. Now we'll starve.
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