The Artist At 42, Posted 17 Years Later
Time is an illusion. How I wish I could wind the clock back. (see- That Hellbound Train, Robert Bloch).
Death is waiting like a cat outside a mouse hole with it's orange eyes focused only on the first hint of movement.
I am now engaged in building straw castles in whirlwinds, it keeps me busy and harms no one.
I'm just not house broke, not at all.
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