When I hear talk of ‘the sheeple’, a part of me withers… the part that remembers who I once was, when the herd in which I was conditioned was the only place I knew how to be.
Sheeple
Sheeple
Sheeple
When I hear talk of ‘the sheeple’, a part of me withers… the part that remembers who I once was, when the herd in which I was conditioned was the only place I knew how to be.