Entry #89 - Pixie and the Gilded Cage

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Freedom in flesh, shackles on your mind…

Oh, now that is silly. Wonder why, do you, my love? But it’s so obvious. I thought you knew me better than that. That saddens me, you know…? I thought you were my friend, dearest. Because of that, I’m not so sure. Ah, come on. *Giggle* Yes, you got me. Of course you know why it is so obvious, you were just teasing me. Silly you - and silly me. We’re such a couple! *Cackle* So evenly matched. I wonder how we’d do on a tennis match.

Now, you know the reason for that quote, love - but the world doesn’t. Tut, tut. Poor ignorant souls. So young and pure. Freedom in flesh - big, fat, pinky lie. No, not pinky! Pink’s too pretty. Maybe gray… Yeah, gray. That’s drab enough. Big, fat, gray lie. No freedom in flesh, of course. Freedom’s abstract, so how would it be in flesh? Such a silly thought. And then, the shackles. See, another lie! Now, the mind’s the one who is abstract. You can’t lock it! And besides, it has no wrists. You can’t shackle it, end of story.

Sometimes I wonder; people believe in such a bunch of ridiculous lies… Piteous fools.

Lock.

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