A Letter to those like Us

Anyone who can and does understand my words of this Prose, let it be known that they are not alone in the World so big and yet so small.

Tweedle Dee Tweedle Dum, I say to you who chanced the

 

running up of a clock, hell hath no more room for us of 

such accord. 

Reviews

[Kuandio]

I understood it! I think. Once we figure it out, the illusion of time and suffering, our collective understanding is transcendence
Or does it have something to do with using skype to order beefcakes? Jk

[Philosophers' Dreaming]

Maybe more towards Beefcakes.... But no, its a twist to Hickorey Dickorey Dock, but mine is for those of us with a mindset that also know it doesn't have to make sense to be understood. If you catch my drifloon. :P