Some people lock themselves into a hell of their own making … and throw away the key.
#thoughts

…actually, why not?
Some people lock themselves into a hell of their own making … and throw away the key.
#thoughts
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?
That is phenomenally suspicious question. Tell me, what exactly do you expect me to say here? No, I’m curious. Hell would be too prosaic, wouldn’t it. Other people, then. Naturally. But people are everywhere, aren’t they. They can be such a bother. Horrible. Though. Well. There is a certain kind of villainy, isn’t there, a kind of evil, that defies all sense and reason. A corruption of the soul, the kind that seeps into everything, and ruins even the simplest of pleasures. Yes. That is the kind of place one wouldn’t want to be in. Would you? Of course not. Who would? Now, that’s an interesting question. Those who revel in villainy. Those who corrupt for corruption’s sake. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain. Thrilling to play as an actor. Horrible to exist with as a human being. Quite a silly business, isn’t it. Being human. Unfortunately, we can’t ask the person who started the whole mess. Rather annoying, really.
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