#HidingInPlainSight

i think that maybe, just maybe, one of my 9 lives was spent in the witness protection program.  hats.  hoods.  sunglasses.  cat masks.  mammoth gargantuan heads.  seems i’m hiding from someone or something.  just don’t know who or what.  i welcome any amateur analyses of my current psychotically breaking psyche :).

*on a side note, i’m gonna like it on the Patreon feed, i feel like i can hide over there and say whatever, unlike FB where there are no secrets, no mystery.  it all feels like glaring HD over there.

xoamp