>>40507640 (OP)Hello, yes, I am Tamlin and I reside in a prison in the dreaming known as "The Trap". I'm told there is practically no way out now, as a white man above the law has begun to press charges upon me. God allowed me to prophesy my own journey through Dan Deacons "When I Was Done Dying", in which case I am currently in the process of walking on the ground with my roots and my leaves while I tear up my shirt and eat up the sleeves.
I'm terrified for what comes next, the persecution machine might not able to be stopped, and I fear going on the lamb to avoid it's persecution, and I fear even greater the nature of my drink with the Crab "we DROOLED down together right onto the ground and the ocean grew quickly right up all around", as I am deathly afraid of certain drugs which cause drooling.