Ah, the intoxication of victimhood. Anything but claiming onwership of one's life, making the chains real, just like a dog still snarling,, straining long after the leash is gone. Was it even there in the first place, or just a comforter that a baby needs to experience its boundaries
Ah, the intoxication of victimhood. Anything but claiming onwership of one's life, making the chains real, just like a dog still snarling,, straining long after the leash is gone. Was it even there in the first place, or just a comforter that a baby needs to experience its boundaries
Ah, the intoxication of victimhood. Anything but claiming onwership of one's life, making the chains real, just like a dog still snarling,, straining long after the leash is gone. Was it even there in the first place, or just a comforter that a baby needs to experience its boundaries
right to the point Orage