There were times, there are notions, if no more.

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Most never set out to be what they become.  Most do not know what they are.  One can become trapped by one's nature.  Then one must do what is required.  If want, or even need, exists beyond what can be obtained freely, deals must be brokered.  I have sold almost everything I have, at one point or another.  To a woman, to the crowd, to the state.  These things are done, but remembered.  Lessons were learned.  Freedom?  I realized that is a choice, not a time, allowance, something that can be bought bartered or given.  Just... thinking.










Some wisdom and truth in there.  Still caution or a form of possession, corruption, would be had.  Like the love for too much strong drink, or women in the wrong ways.

Just fleshing out a notion, finally.  It's been nagging the recesses of my darker intents and duties to come.  See, but with caution, as a caution.