Bound/chained/choked by grammar/custom/convenience and the lie/trick/dream of a one true fix.
Instructions deep red front to back but how I'm going to pierce the veil when I can't even fight my way out of this bag I haven't the foggiest.



When did we lose the foggiest?
Sometimes I wonder if we ever had it at all.

Love,
the dead minotaur

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