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we're going to try something here. i'm going to start typing and try not to stop. though timid i am, and embarrassed by such work, i must persevere and write on. let me start what is so fresh on my mind. a blonde haired beauty that has no respect for it. in other words, lillith. in other words storm-demon riding the wind, blinding the young and castrating the elder. weak suffered, strong suffered. the controlling controlled, and the controlled revolted, only perpetuating the controlling. the other jbr. the cuter one, the one who makes people melt. when jaclyn walks into a room, people notice. but do they notice her, or herself? point taken if point be made. the long red carpet, unrolling and rerolling with every step she takes. jaclyn, belly made beautiful, tribal made triangular. the only thing i can say at this point is that if you see what i see, you would see what i mean.

a windy night in downtown philadelphia. around the corner from the dunkin donuts on the corner of some street and broad. a dark alley decorated by GOD oddly enough to fit the gotham created by Kane. and on this street, there is a relfection of the neon flash as the lights above blink on and off. waste, not waste. and floating above this lucid reflection, there was a piece of the baltimore sun, blowing header over footer in the breeze. but it didn't matter. no one saw this, no one knew, and no one cared. no one cared how the bankrupt newspaper company's final issue came to rest in the city of brotherly love. no one cared nor did it matter.