Light that breaks the sleep is not always seen as light but as an annoyance. IT, is the light that is seen in the darkness or is it the light that hides the singular thought and masks it with all the other thoughts and decisions of the day.
A long thought of response for kamala
Kamala has asked to hear of my early days of dark streets and hidden doors. Cloaks with hoods and naked flesh intermingling, as if to say this should be the norm. Rules set in stone by a singular person with a strong will and not lacking in evil thought nor desire. Yes, that old statement of who and whom.They were Doctors and lawyers nurses and gentry of the highest quality all with too much time merely to have sex they needed to go farther to achieve what they wanted. So, they sought out Gregorian as I did. Through invitation and meetings in coffee shops the lifestyle spoken in terms that would hide the very nature of it. Gregorian would grill prospective charges for his house. Once deemed suitable the charge would be invited for a Friday night.
The appointed time was not to be played with many a charge would stand on the corner for hours never to see Gregorian or his house. Once you arrived one of Gregorian’s trusted came out of the shadows and bade you to follow you were instructed not to ask nor question just follow.
Walking along a street you would grace in the daytime and as your eyes darted back and forth for fear of being mugged the trusted would turn quickly in to an unseen doorway if you were not watching them you would miss the move almost as if they counted their steps. Then under a dime light it did appear a large heavy metal green Door.
CLoud
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It gave me the shivers!
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