Wilkommen zu das Maschine, junge!

it surely does feel like a living nightmare sometimes, and i'm seemingly forever trapped inside this contraption with the nearest exit eluding the reach of my increasingly desperate clutches/talons/claws/pincers/fingernails/paws.
the fading discomfort and rotted hope soars with the occasional snippet of Heaven, oh but a pitiful trans-moggy's grasp away...
Stink Freud type turnout.