Comfort zone

I sit in my cardboard box, on a cardboard chair, staring at my cardboard door. I sit, I stare, and I dream of the things to come and ponder the things that have been.

“Outside the door”, a voice tells me, “are demons, and devils, and bitchy boys and girls pointing their fingers and laughing at you.” [READ MORE]

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