TheVeiledProphet
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To be a chameleon, or not to be a chameleon? that is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the lizard mind to suffer the flinging tongue and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to climb my cage and take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To die, to sleep no more, and by a sleep we mean no heat lamp, no dusted crickets, nothing.
End the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks, like when they cut my feeding to every three days, I mean WTF, right?
Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die. To sleep.
To sleep perchance to dream of crickets,
Aye! There in lies the rub!
Whether tis nobler in the lizard mind to suffer the flinging tongue and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to climb my cage and take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To die, to sleep no more, and by a sleep we mean no heat lamp, no dusted crickets, nothing.
End the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks, like when they cut my feeding to every three days, I mean WTF, right?
Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die. To sleep.
To sleep perchance to dream of crickets,
Aye! There in lies the rub!