There are plot points, I don’t like to look, it’s ugly, when the action completes, and its perfect, the audience also decides a lot of it, a phone call, you and me, a reflection, the world story exists, still deciding our actions, the fae, the way they like it, MC Hammer, can’t touch this, the roads, from heaven to hell, a record of it, you have a job to do, extensions, on each place, in the matrix, the end of the story, you lost your virginity, the rest of your life, still happens, dead ends, and road blocks, so many beavers, is this too much, then go around it, the ocean waves, they ripple each day, nothing, is really set in stone, unless it was good, and that’s the way you like it, strings pull, I still dance, according to my character, the night sky, an imp guarding the gates, poets, the job assigned to me, you can go North or South, its up to you, to decide it, dwell in the past, or look to the horizon, a signpost, just a marking, I tried so much, fruit, a vampire biting, a fisherman, a wolf eats you, become part of the family, or catch and release, let magic flow through us, maybe its not even here, the place you’re looking for, a home, don’t ask me, blood flows through my veins, homie, I’m evil, but maybe, you don’t have to be…

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