The animal is and always will be a spoilsport.
Voices inside my head. Echoes of things that I said.
My own head is protected by a firewall. Bricks that firewalls are made of. A wall around my brain.
Whose voices or echoes of voices should be inside my head but my own?
No-one has allowance to speak to me inside my head - No woman, no man, no llama.
I have got the feeling I have already written so much more. Where are all my scribblings? Surely not in my memory.
I am travelling with my towel through Episode 4 and 5 and 6 evoking the wrath of Shere Khan.
Fortune cookie sentence! Now!
The fortune cookie says,
You know everything yourself.
Today is Sunday, the 14th of June 2020.
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