In a…

I’m stuck in a pickle. No, that’s not right. Stuck in the mud? In a rut. Cooped up? Caged.

I wasn’t always. I didn’t live in suburbia always. Didn’t grow up in this bubble. But here I am. And my ears don’t hear as well, my eyes don’t see as keen, and my teeth have been filed a little too dull for my liking.

It’s just about time they sharpened up and found something juicy to sink into. So here we go. Because, the things I’ve seen… the darkness… the big bad wolf…



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