there is no gelt in this writing lark no final reward just a hunger an insatiable need to press the keys and play the notes that fill the page typing done I am alone I work best alone but I sleep best with company and it’s meant to be that way no virtual life for me I love flesh and blood for I was born of flesh and blood to go the way that all flesh does not prematurely but after a long while when I’ve perfected my papers and catalogued my women in alphabetical order or numerical significance according to rank and ability
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