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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

photography, Kitti, art, me, kink
Stupidity is my lot.

Why do I continue to wear my heart on my sleeve? Just because a person is kind to me one day, does not mean that they will not see me hanged by my own entrails the next.

Yes, it's amazing that he is back. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect such a thing to happen. To be honest, I had expected an Artist's death... drowned in a pool of my own vomit, surrounded by cats and the remains of class A drugs.

I don't want to play his little game. If I ask a question, I expect it to be answered, not dodged. For all the faults of Wolfie and Fayth, they never once have lied to me. They respect me enough to tell me the whole truth. Stu clearly doesn't. I am, as I first suspected, just his storm haven. He'll stay with me until some other far off and beautiful land beckons, and then he'll be gone again... just like always. My songs will be all that remain of him, one day; that, and my memories.

I must stand true and steadfast, never weaken, never faulter. For I am the warrior. After all is said and done, and the war in my heart is over, I shall still remain. I will fight as long as there is breath in me, and there is nothing that any man can take from me, that I have not given him freely already.

I am the yin and the yang. I am the angel and the daemon. I am always and forever. He may be my muse, but that is only temporary. If he should disappear like the others, I will lament, but I will not mourn myself. Life is for the living, and all those that lie to me, leave me, or betray me, are dead.

K. xxx