Nothing is as it was or is.
Did childhood or life change us into who we are today? I don't think so. It is not true that I always hide under the table, I also hid in corners of rooms behind the curtains, in the attic and in the basement.

I heard you... I had to post that bottle after a weird dream of naked pelicans losing their colour and little turtles on the carpets in the corridor. They are quick, not like snails.... Both can be eaten, at least once.

I smell incense, the smell of death - a smell to comfort the spirits. Does this rotten soul need to be comforted?

Someone left food and money behind the door. Devil purrs — where did he get those black spots? 😲 The chimney!

Now there is pink and black.
The address keeps disappearing, some things are hard to store, do we remember what matters?

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