This is how I will talk to the world.
On my own terms, in my own way.
Things are black.
Very black.
The mail is censored. Very.
Incoming and outgoing.
DO NOT tell the others.
Or I will find you and rip your guts out.
It is their right and happiness not to know.
The cat comes by, and its used to black. Things are black. In black things change, and some remain.
ReplyDeleteto many, ignorance is bliss. To others, knowledge is a doorstep. Dengo talks, the Moon Cat listens and will talk back. Ask her for my email.