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Day 6-

Nude, we stood in a haze of a light, a formless in-substantial barrier between our pairing and the outside world, the waking world. It was all we needed though. My eyes wanted desperately to look this divine masterpiece up and down, as though I were surveying a potential purchase, but to my benefit, my brain still held sway to the function of my...
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Day 5-

I woke up this morning to a note, "Prince Charming" she calls me lady, I am no Prince. I am no scoundrel, but a prince, or any other virtuous figurehead embodiment of a man I'm not that either. I'm an artist, which means something different to everyone, but to me, and to me perhaps exclusively, it means I am a person who sees...
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Day 4-
She walked in and sat down in front of me, her shirt falling loosely off her shoulder the way a good shirt should. Returning the shoulder strap to it's right and proper place she smiled the grin of a one who doesn't know what's in store for her next. She has this perfect pixie face, with ears that stick out just slightly enough...
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Day 3-
This fucking table is a mess, it's covered in the crumbs of some sorry sack of shit's late night breakfast. I watched the old sod stand in a dizzy motion and choose his direction before beginning his strategic fall toward the path home (one assumes).

Why men choose to leave their wits behind them in empty brown liquor bottles is beyond me. I...
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Day 2-
Pussy's there if you want it, that's easy, I tell that to Jonathan as often as I hear him complain about not getting his rocks off in more than a month. It's easy really, always has been if you're halfway decent looking and have a tad bit of wit about you. Or even not, sometimes it's better to be witless, just to speak...
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"Just imagine living life without a dagger in your heart" She said that to me once, my little Anais.

I think about that... her, from time to time, how I could walk a little freer without those damn memories without the insecurities and disappointments and without that singular purpose of finding the next girl, woman, thing, to twist it. Yes, but I'd miss the dagger,...
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