I always looked at this world in ph and its afflicted drug population as a case study of a reality less beautiful…
An island that I could leave at any time just like the Magellans and the Ponce de Leons’ of explorations past.
Unfortunately I think I forgot the part where some of those intrepid souls found themselves looking from inside out at the not-so-silly-now, Natives watching their cooking pot starting to boil…
Realizing that they weren’t sitting at a feast at all…
They were to become that much anticipated dinner, and the bell for supper was ringing…
Our Secret Highway 
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