This said, I foresee a more common use of my scrap section in the future.
that is all.


ApartmentSomething drew me back within its confines. I can only imagine what. By that time, almost nothing was left, Save a few trinkets that had long since lost their sentimental value And a thin cloud of insolent dust that refused to settle. I sat on the wooden chair by the window; Its worn seat felt just as smoothApartment
As I remembered it. I could only stare at the image of the outside world Pixilated by the rusty window screen. Thundering roars and rattles of Clumsy public transportation Rolled like urban tidal waves; And I reminisced of the places Their cars used to ta


Inclinatum Noscere VisumIt’s taken me three years to reach this fateful night. Three years of diligence to conjure, connive and complete such a mystically marvelous method, and reclaim my well-deserved freedom. Three out of the thirty longest years of my life in this cement box of steel bars, orange jump suits and utter hell to at last break out in an attempt to live life as it was meant to be lived: out of captivity.Inclinatum Noscere Visum
With the cooperation of a select group of inmates attained through my persistent convincing, devious manipulation and unbending patience, it was clockwork: The circuits blew—the doors unlocked—the lights went out. Let there be night!
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