GOT THE HANKERIN'
Here it goes again: Henry the
Eighth on a pale brown horse
lost in his own kingdom again.
It's how I feel whenever I'm
dizzy; I walk into walls except
for those I walk through, and they
bring me to other times, not just
places. It's a very comforting
arrangement I've made with the
Kings of all things. The moat is
filled with new ideas. I wade
through that most often, though
I never do reach the castle it
surrounds. Tough life, but
somebody's got to do it.
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