i think that maybe, just maybe, one of my 9 lives was spent in the witness protection program. hats. hoods. sunglasses. cat masks. mammoth gargantuan heads. seems i’m hiding from someone or something. just don’t know who or what. i welcome any amateur analyses of my current psychotically breaking psyche :).
*on a side note, i’m gonna like it on the Patreon feed, i feel like i can hide over there and say whatever, unlike FB where there are no secrets, no mystery. it all feels like glaring HD over there.