Folded Thought of the Day:


The great escape is on.  Word from the tower is that certain 
keepers of the gate will be turning their backs when the hour 
is struck.  Who would have wanted to stick around here anyway?  
What with all the winds of change that blow through the 
exercise yard (stationary bikes being the weapon of choice).  
Enough to make your average go-getter turn their head.  Once 
or twice.

Yeah, well, don't expend a lot of energy shedding tears for 
those left behind...doing their time with the best of them.  
And besides, there's only so far you can run...before you 
realize that the nightmare you're escaping is inside you.  
Not the best thought as you try to catch your breath.  But 
soon enough you'll be focusing on the recently-released hounds.  
They can smell you a mile away.  So you might want to look 
around for a little fresh meat you can toss their way. 

Good luck with that.  

And meanwhile, back inside the gates, the party is just 
getting interesting -- the kind of invitation-only affair 
that is so popular with this younger generation.  The band 
just kicked in with their first set, cutting through the 
rising tension and bringing the crowd to a frenzy.  The 
chorus of disapproval and regret pumping out the speakers.  
"Repent" being repeated at full volume.  But the revelers 
respond by dancing that much harder.  

Won't be a safe place to hide before long.  All our 
resources are being rapidly exhausted.  And the sky 
that was once so big seems to have depleted.  

Can't count on nothing these days.  Especially all those 
promises that were whispered and written on secret pages.  
They sounded so sincere at the time -- a vision of the 
future that turned out to be just another come-on line. 

And who's this walking on the stage, gathering the attention 
of the odd party patron?  He looks familiar.  But he gets 
that a lot.  Leaving a trail of blood behind him, he's 
now approaching the center of the stage.  Looks like the 
band was just a warm-up act.  And the real fun is about 
to begin.  

And judging by the look in this fellow's eyes, you might 
want to grab hold of something that's been nailed down...


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