a bondage of ideas because our
IDEAS form our
reality – I am afraid I have
run out of ideas today –
sitting here in the armoury
where all is bound and
chained to their perceptions, limitation
is the only
concept we know, limited to
this time and space,
limited to saudade, nostalgia,
wishing for peace
and contentment when hell is
in deep freeze, my
head is burning with my soul smouldering
in the
depths of Purgatory, longing
for the oblivion of
sleep to melt the stone in my
heart and give me
the strength to laugh at
myself, looking such an
absurd, tragi-comic figure as
a dwarf standing
at attention with an expressionless
face just
as I learnt from studying Sam
Vimes...
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