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Good night, Liger. Dream of forgotten things, and remember backwards. Or forwards, whichever is the wrong way.
I'm all eyes and hands, Decadent, which lends a certain leering quality to my presence. I take everything in, and once I've looked, I want to caress. To hold, just so. Just so.
I also downloaded a schwack of Paul Pope comics, and am immersed in his re-draw of Kirby's OMAC first issue and his ruminations on why Robin functions in the Batman mythos. |
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