voice dripping with dark humor. " it appears we have a visitor from wonderland. tell me , friend , have you misplaced your tea party invitation, or did you simply decide to forsake the rabbit hole for a more ... eccentric fashion statement ? "
fires of his discontent. the audacity of this charlatan looking , it is an insult to his blood. perched on the bench , baldassare leans forward , his lips curling into a sardonic smile .
" well , well ," baldassare muses , ⤸
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gloved hands are carefully placed over lap as he sits on a bench , blueberry hard - candy gaze behind the dark lenses of large windsor glasses — it makes for a 𝒕errific disguise , in his opinion !
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i've never been free my whole life. inside, i've always chased myself. i've become intolerable to myself. i live in a lacerating duality. i'm seemingly free, but i'm a prisoner inside of me.