February 4th, 2014 - Tuesday - The Hermit - There is the sense of being caged today. Iron bars enclosing you with a cackling demon outside. I hear pleas of 'let me live' but that won't happen and you know it. No one gets out alive. The jail keeper likes to throw you scraps for your jail cell, so you can redecorate it once in a while, and he throws in tons of sleeping pills so you can just check and forget the fact that you are imprisoned. But that doesn't change the fact that you ARE imprisoned, and your murderer is waiting outside, keeping you happy and stupid for as long as you let him.
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