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Evening of little Spooks and Wights.
All sneaking and tricking.
Treats, all there, making a show.
A celebration of New Times past.
Before the extra days.
Before our towers of fanatical
Science guarded Faith
Back when the magic
Was real
With Terrors and Dooms
Near by any tavern or tree.
I sleep to visit those dreams
Awake they show up in wonderment.
Anyone can believe, again.
Just by noticing the way the world has
Its spiked bits of eldritch sway.
Like something exciting beautiful
Which grinds down your doubt
Leaving only the happy surprise
Mixed with good old honest lust.
Magic in the dark.
My brain is smoking.
I can hear the crackling.
The stars shine down again
On those streets and doorways
I see them.
Even when I close my eyes.
I want to be out a-wandering.
Carousing.
But it is time to think.
Time to stuff more shit
Into my head.
Freaking great.
I wonder if anyone ever
In their final moments
Wished that they had spent
Less time
Having
Fun.
So fucking hot.
I’ll never touch her.
Never know her.
Never ever ever.
But that is ok.
She is just a person slightly interacted with.
A clerk at a store.
Not a chick in a bar,
Or a woman on the street.
Just a beautiful creature handing back change.
But, wow, so Fucking Hot.
And that is enough to make me think.
All the choices and paths.
If there are any, really.
Or just a play already scripted
And with the dancers dancing as told
The singers hitting the written notes
With smiles, as needed
For the Applause.
Time to get in character.
I just love that picture.
It looks freeing. Releasing. Needed.
Finally the leash is off.
What do I do with My freedom?
Unlimited toppings.
Yeah. Really.
Like a pig, they all got on.
Sights on a common trek.
Scraggly folk crawl and creak.
They seem to have their own
Kinks.
Weird ones and hot ones out tonight.
That was just seeking a bite.
A little hung over.
From a simple fun.
Such a difference.
From Silly people and their silly games.
Speaking of games
Dice tomorrow.
Wish the Wop was here too.
Not just for checking for traps
And grappling Cat Fiends.
But to see him smile with his kids and his lady.
The others and I will keep the Dice ready!
New capital Hello.
The poor little seaside town trembles in mixed
Anticipation.
Even a name can get you.
Yeah. Like with Shivers and all.
Thoughts, not all memories.
Some just dreams dreamt before.
Others ignored hopes.
Discarded failed plans.
Paths taken only to end before the ride
Got good.
I was out for a bit on the weekend.
And I felt like I hadn’t been out in
Forever.
Strange things flock to you when you react.
Cloaked eyes begging for disrespect.
I am not kidding.
Lost times mingle with half awake notice.
Friends, newer and older.
Beauty, not to fill you with lust,
Rather, to remind you that it exists.
Again, the smiles. Mine too. Free.
Moments change wondering to knowing.
Curiosity to understanding.
Innocence to casual passing.
Now to Then.
“Lay here, a Dream, and rest till the World forgets.”
Yup.
Happy little skipping thoughts.
More chances for new paths.
Peaceful laughter that mocks and calms
The frustrations of life.
Pitiful pettiness is hard to embrace.
Trust and caring might be faded.
But that sound in the background,
A sort of rumble in your bones.
Makes it clear to even chosen ignorance.
That something rounds the corner.
So every time I think I get the larger
Depiction.
The vision gets grander still.
There is Always More.
I heard her.
Someone.
I don’t know who.
But, man, she was getting fucked.
And loving it.
Or at least moaning up a storm.
Maybe she was just a little girl
That thought that was how to act
As she takes the cock.
That almost makes it better.
Or worse, I mean.
Cause as I passed by and
Became caught by the moment
I wanted.
That is the only way to put it.
Honestly.
I have had some fun lately.
Some really needed, too.
But right then I felt ravenous.
For something.
For anything.
New. Bright. Passionate.
Even if an illusion.
Who the fuck cares?
All is façade and shadow.
That is what makes it all so easy to enjoy.
And forget for a while.
Until I heard her.
