Okay, I will admit I have been in a trippy state of reality as of late, it seems like eons since I sat with my laptop and worked on my book series Satan’s Prophets. My dreams of being acknowledged as a great writer have turned into a bitter nightmare as I sleep on streets of forgotten lore as southern gentleman diagnosed with love for no one but an untouchable image I have been forced to adore since my earliest of childhoods. I am beaten, smitten, lost but found and struggling to find the innocents that made me write about Innocent the stripper in the first place. As I find the truth in the error of my fascination with what I once perceived as beauty I think now would be the perfect time to tell you as an artist I am about to approach a level of pure joy whether I am “felt” or not. I need no approval right now I just need to feel human. I will take my faults. Raven can say at this point when everything is uncertain that she no longer cares but where is the challenge in that? I was...
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