He's like a hare in a hunter's snare

working on coloring this one! love splitting his face in half

among the long awaiting hours, my mind will toil and twist and turn. change my perspective on the past with photos taken for discern. i question words, what do they mean spoken, written down, on a screen? my conscience hurdles deep conclusions beyond those found in detailed novels. and in the end i stumble to my knees in agony, inspite of fake reality. tis present, a gift, with us and the space in time that we decide. so dont find the time, to yourself, to lie.

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set aside thine earthly toils for to lance bubonic boils