We’re all just cogs on a gear, aren’t we? Churning for someone else’s gain, churning and churning and breaking and being replaced and nothing of value is lost. So lamentable. Wasteful, even.

Siiiiigh.

Maybe you’ll appreciate things better this time around, though. When you lose something, it’s said the things you possess you value so much more. ( Read more... )

Oh, this will be woeful. Perhaps we could all just stay in bed, instead. I’d vastly prefer staying in bed than this. Though, I will admit, what does a mock thing know of the true self? Absolutely nothing. I shouldn’t make judgments...

But... I think I will anyways. How many of you are aware of who you really are? How much time do you spend ( Read more... )

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake. You dream about going up there but that is a big mistake. Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor. Such woeful things surround you-- What more are you looking for?

Under the sea-darling, it’s better, down where it’s wetter... Unless you end up with shell rot ( Read more... )

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An old mock-thing like myself doesn’t get to dream too often. I should probably sleep more-that’s what you’re supposed to do. Not much to do otherwise.

I think I’ll take a nap. It’s all mock-things are good for anyways.

Though, I hate when you get those creases in your face. Gives you wrinkles when you reach my age. Makes you into some mock-thi ( Read more... )

“Ah, for never was a story of more woe than this of the Mock Turtle’s status quo.”

Impressed, hmmm? I, in my infinite despair, have resorted to poetry to pass the time. You children, blessed with youthful hope, have too much energy. An old thing like myself doesn't have quite as much motivation as I did in the good days... When I was a real ( Read more... )