I've... been hacked?

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I didn't write this, merely noticed.  It's been building for days.  I... curated?  Sorted?  Attempted to make sense.  Some old, some new.  Someone is as hungry as I am.  Not just one, though.  Interesting.  The thoughts of three to four women, converging, for their own purposes, in their own ways, with data proffered over time?  Flirting in the oddest of ways.  Sometimes wearing my... skins... clothes.  Payback?

Oh, I... have enjoyed.  Understand?  I think so, once I realized it wasn't a single thinker.  Well, and the moods shifted, so even then, it was... bit much.  Enjoyed?  Yes, I think so.  Once I realized the gig.  Gigs.  It has been a lot to take in.  I have been tired and ill.  Old songs, in new ways, presented from her perspective, whichever her was there at a moment.  When a women gets this way, it's difficult to tell them apart.

Anyway... a very small portion which came rolling in out of nowhere.  Enjoy or go away.

An accusatory start?  Or... just... a start.

Wearing my clothes?  Tags, title, and all, sometimes?  Not all the time?

If... she has a point.

Somethings, new, partially new, in new ways, to lick some wounds on the way out?

What a story.  Ride.  She... they... can certainly gain my attention.

I would almost have some fear.  I just don't go that way.  Just an odd fondness, curiosity... hunger... remains.  Not much I can do for it, but salivate just a bit.  And... remember.  It's good to think I... can make a woman or... several... function as any would wish.  Well, mostly.  For some Coyote, Raven, or nephilim, which knows hunger cannot be sated... at least there is the knowledge that effort can be made to those ends.  Oh, yes.  What a ride.  Later.