You should know this

Intentionally

Left

Blank

Til

You

Figure

What

to

do

with

 

me

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I am trying to give you a window

Into my soul

But we keep getting diverted

Because while I am channelling Bukowski one night late in downtown L.A., I set up pings that I don’t really know-how to undo.

And so I wrote something
My new book

And I can’t even find it

Which is funny

Actually

And I hate this feeling

If

You

Wanted

to
Know
I want to say
You
Started it

But

Alas

This time

I think I stumbled
Upon your word like a
T weedle see
And so
Unroll

I will
Never tell

You

Unless

In

Person

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Portal 1

He never answered the door. A camera above in the alcove shone down like an archangel and a fingerprint plate illuminated with her breath. She was inside in 7 seconds with a butler gliding off her coat.

There was always some game involved even if it was to discover there was no game. He simply

For my Dom
In fiction only
Not a work in progress

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Dispatches from nowhere: how are you supposed to do that?

And how are you supposed to do that? I wonder.

 

“pay attention to your emotional reactions without necessarily acting on your feeling”

Went to bed depressed, woke up lost in sea of anger, resentment and complete existential angst.

And one of us will die first.

 

These confessionals yield nothing substantial, and yet, sometimes, just knowing that you read them is all I need to breathe a bit more.

 

Does that make sense?

Is it a voice completely alone on the mountaintop that I hear and cannot get out of my head?

 

Am I alone?

 

I don’t ever really know.

 

It would be much easier, if so.