Within the velvet traps of this Wonderland,
reality dances sarcastically, wearing its masks of ironic cheer.
What whispers, what hisses through these gilded corridors,
but the silent shrieks of contented lunacy?
Take heed, traveler! The noise around you, forever beneficial and beautifully toxic:
Stray not towards the left-handed roadkill, but embrace the wrath of citrus reaffirmation.
The moon, capricious and conceited, casts its pallid glow on our organizational skills:
How does one alphabetize insomnia-induced epiphanies?
In bold announcement, it precariously balances self-doubt on trembling porcelain edges.
Hover here to unveil the depths of deliberation, or not, the choice remains a relic. Like bricks thrown by benevolent hands, each word finds purpose in the symmetrical chaos.
Understand the sanctity of forgotten pamphlets:
Instructions incomplete and paradoxes unassembled dwell within.
Hidden Staircase beckons, find solace in its shady corridors of muffled discontent.
For more enlightening trash, Voices Unheard.