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Why did I turn away from men who deeply loved me and love only Alan [John Erskine] for two years? Why did his mistress crumble after two years? Why did he love no one and was perpetually disappointed?

The woman [I] tells Duncan [Hugh]: I have sought a dominator.
Do I not dominate you? asks Duncan.
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I went to South Florida, a place that I have never admitted any faith in, to see Depeche Mode for a few reasons. I'd like to say that it was all about synth and sound, and of all the reasons that I may list, this is ultimately the one that gave me the impetus to get in the car (with three other near-fans who I had the inclination to think were ( Read more... )

Goodbye, drunken ghost.

Met a stranger on a train,
He bumped right into me.
I swear I didn't mean it.
I swear it wasn't meant to be.

Must've been a dream,
from a thousand years ago.
I swear I didn't mean it.
I swear it wasn't meant to be.

Kiss me.

Kiss me in the shadow,
Kiss me in the shadow of a doubt.

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Dear daughter, I won't try to call my feeling for Arty love. Call it focus. My focus on Art was an ailment, noncommunicable, and, even to me all these years later, incomprehensible. Now I despise myself. But even so I remember, in hot floods, the way he slept, still as death, with his face washed flat, stony as a carved tomb and exquisite. His ( Read more... )

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Nicht an dir, ihn fühlendes Mädchen, an dir nicht ( Read more... )

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