He said her name aloud. It was yesterday, it was around noon. That's where the details begin to fragment. He was very clear with his demand. He knew she would see his humor. When she questioned do I have to?...he forcefully spoke yes. She compiled. She realized this suddenly changed their dynamic. Her reality would begin to shift slightly, slowly. Eventually her life would become monumentally different. Not for anyone to notice. The impact would become noticeable to him and her. People talk about the crossroads, through contrived circumstances to write love songs. No one would be writing their story. If anyone tired it wouldn't make it through the sieve of uptight artist heirs that produce gelatinous goo that bogs down the life force. Their story wasn't exciting enough to thrill an overfed, sexed up fan base. They demanded the full banquet of twisted kink to feast upon. They were used to zoomed in self portaits of predigested plumped fullness.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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