The Horse's name was Friday

thousands roam, wandered trapped in this maze. if you focus, you can feel them traipsing alongside you, ambling silent down passageways you have tread but are not in; ambling silent down passageways that you have not tread and are not in. you are all together and you are utterly alone in here. you have never seen another person in here, save for what may have been a mirror or a trick of the light. the walls of the maze only dampen the sound around you but still you hear no one else. there is a subtle ringing in your ears. but you can feel them just the same, thousands nearly a hundred thousand strangers on this journey with you. do you know how few people are ever truly alone ?

Try reading your own profile for advice

Probably an edgy wrist violinist when paired with a razor blade

With a profile like yours, and face reveal on twitter like that, I can't take you seriously.

imagine beeign such a worthless pig