2024.04.01
All the books, I want to burn them. When did everything become a burden? Scratches on a surface tracing aliens in the sand what are you?
I gave up on a castle and white fences, beyond the necessary there is truce and there is truth but you can't have both - or is that your twisted way of giving up without trying?
Alpacas and llamas are pale excuses for the life I wanted to lead and I'm lost and stuck again and again.
Treasures are hard to come by.
Fearless competition in the wake of true meaning. What is knowledge in a fast-paced world where TikTok is king and everyone their own prophet?













