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My stories

For Cathie.

To my dearest Cathie,

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art is bullshit. art isn’t some outlandish concept or a commissioned piece of work. you cant teach art or learn art. art is from emotion and feeling, more than just painting or drawing.

Can I...

Can I kiss you on the lips Can I feel you from the hips. Can I peel off all your clothes Can I touch you from your head to your toes. Can I dominate you from above Can I be enslaved from below.

Fragility

Fragility is; the smash of a glass, a fallen vase, the collision of two cars, erosion of an elders mind, the effect of water on stone, the toil of the strings of a guitar. No.

#2

To Alison, You are the love of my life, my secret, my obsession. Without you in my life, I have nothing. What is there to life without you?

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