Excerpts

The following are simply excerpts from a larger piece i am writing. I am terribly sorry I am not posting it as i go, it feels wrong without it being complete. The things i write on the side will still be posted on the blog here. I don't want anybody to think i have stopped, because it is quite opposite of that.

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Riveting this pale sense of endearment is the sum of choices that make it all possible today. Cherish your and my expedients, mother dear. I hope, still as an eager child will forever wait, that the world thanks you for bothe your insanity and imminent grasp of reality. Perhaps, with the best of aspirations, we will bothe turn up and correlate on great and influential paths.

However, lucrative thoughts always set in concerning, the above all desire for, comfort. This burning passion turns hope to ash, and never leaving my foresight, the winds carry it all just out of reach. And what of when i do get that comfort? I meet it merely to push it away! I am never happy with what i have, and for this, i curse our selfish ambitions for eternity!

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The silky sheen of white drips through the window shades, carefully adjusted to perspire very little of each image; inside and out, to the other, and back again. Despite, Artemis can always manage to fix Apollo's gaze to where she pleases. Her hands are suddenly wreathing through the small slits in the window shade, Apollo guiding the way, to grab a desperate hold on the first vulnerable target. I squeal with delight--Oh, how i have been waiting for this moment on this hapless night! I step forward, fall to my unbearably weak knees, and crawl to her presence. I let those fair knuckled and slender fingers wrap around my neck. Artemis begins to wring my flesh as i choke on a curse, blaming my mortal persistence for staying grounded for far too long.

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I believe that the time for us has come; the stars have lined up in such a way for this recent past. Our lives have fallen apart, in substantially different ways, to enhance our ambitious aspirations for fresh starts in the world. This is our grand opportunity to reach out and to take back what should have been ours so long ago. Like mentioned before, it is inevitable that our paths will cross again, and we will soar--together, for a time.

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It may be shocking to some of you who are close to me what some of this is about. Others, it will not surprise at all, but will still be very informative as far as intimate and abstract details are concerned. I do not know when this piece will be done, but it is in the works. personal prose and poetry.