It's all in my mind, remember? All of it. All of you. Crowded in there
like little mouse babies. Naked and pink. Blind and squirmy.
With cotton balls (cotton wool in Britain) jammed into the corners
to keep out the drafts.
Just imagine the smell, would you? And you wonder why I am a touch
off sometimes? Seriously, people.
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That's true you know. Nothing exists outside of your mind - it's impossible to prove otherwise.
Are you talking about my secrets?!?! Because they aren't like pink little mouse babies. And, yes, this is all about meeee:)
Sorry I haven't gotten back to you yet, been really busy, home for 5, adn wanted to let you know I'm anxious to catch up with you and I'll call you as soon as I get TIME! SWEEEETTT TIME!!!
And I loves meeses to pieces!
That made absolutely no sense whatsoever.
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