flying on the wings of my disorientated time machine, I have managed to pass 26 days in a hostel in the middle of the rio dulce, called finca tatin. And what in hell have I been doing there, shooting the breeze I suppose. paid in food as a slave in a gentle prison. Forced to inform visitors of their temporary imprisonment and attempt to add to their enjoyment, and devilishly add to my own in the process.
Oh to be a rat in the body of a human, tenaciously I have forced myself into the realty of others while remaining imprisoned within the swamp of the dead pirate Tatin. What a life I lead in the sun. How much longer I will remain imprisoned, only time will tell. As for today I have a shopping list to fulfill and I will not be dissuaded from the mission at hand.
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