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Home is where the heart is or so they say. In truth home is where the hole is. I go home, climb in the hole and pull the lid closed. I am safe and naked there.
When I go out it is time for the armor. Layers of protection to keep me safe from slings and arrows. I have taken arms but never defeat them.
A hermit in a crowd, I stand in my cave watching the world pass me by. Comprehending it all like the reclusive holy man, but never can I really join the show. Vows to keep and all that jazz.
But let not this hermit not entertain. Let my shadow puppets dance and play for your delight. See how I tumble and twirl. Laugh along if for no other reason than the illussion that I am really here.
enough ramblings for this. I will no doubt let my pity be a deluge later by enough now. Back to the show.
Pass The popcorn.
TechNoir
Slaying my own unicorns
When I go out it is time for the armor. Layers of protection to keep me safe from slings and arrows. I have taken arms but never defeat them.
A hermit in a crowd, I stand in my cave watching the world pass me by. Comprehending it all like the reclusive holy man, but never can I really join the show. Vows to keep and all that jazz.
But let not this hermit not entertain. Let my shadow puppets dance and play for your delight. See how I tumble and twirl. Laugh along if for no other reason than the illussion that I am really here.
enough ramblings for this. I will no doubt let my pity be a deluge later by enough now. Back to the show.
Pass The popcorn.
TechNoir
Slaying my own unicorns
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