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So What Are We?
I have been wondering who I am for a while now. If I’m psychic and I’m receiving all the information from the people surrounding me… what part of this is actually me? He’s here again. The grey-eyed man. He’s thinking about me right now. He has been all day, on and off again. I can…
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Whore, Grief, Courtship
“Where is that whore,” he said, his voice laden with scorn. I heard this in my head today. Whore is not a word I’d typically use, though I know the meaning. SYNONYMS: strumpet, hustler, slut, tramp, escort, harlot, hooker, pro, prostitute, streetwalker, call girl, fallen woman, lady of the evening, working girl. Sex worker. Have…
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Dead On Arrival
She was fed up. Ever since the day she went insane — which she can tell you down to the exact minute — she had not been the same. Somebody, somewhere, was fucking with her mind and she was so over it. She thought that it might be a being in outer space, but the…
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Lessons in Love (2)
Like I said, Mr. Mars evolves as he matures and ages. It’s kind of magnificent to see someone grow up and understand love over time. (Has he got a good therapist or what?! Know what I’m sayin’?) So many artists/musicians do. It’s because our emotions mature as we age. Literally. Men aren’t even physically capable…
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What Do You Need a Woman For?
“Diego, what exactly do you need a woman for?” Sansara asked him coquettishly. She’d obtained Crystal’s answer on the topic. Now she wanted to know his. “Sex. Uh… logic. Her logic is superior to mine, I have to say. She has ideas I wouldn’t dream up in a million years, too. Companionship. It’s always better…