Candy.

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I remember her.  This song was directly for her.  She... visits, or used to, from time to time.  A never was.  Did she want to be?  I think so.  Secular, medical, type.  She was a disbeliever.  But... she came to believe in me, despite her greatest of intention, her will, her full push to otherwise perceive.  She became a believer.  She even surrendered her hatred.  Very odd.

I simply was not interested.  Oh, she was a tasty, delightful, dish.  Don't get me wrong.  Spoke like Marlene.  Oh, yes she did.  I doubt if she could sing, though maybe dance.  Problem is, she... was no longer viable.  That is what will keep me out of the sack of a lot of women.  If there is nothing to shoot at, I won't go hunting.  If there is a cherry to be found, I'll go all the way down her rabbit hole, and back again.  Might even write a story about it.

I suspect she knew.  I wonder if she ever ended up watching the movie, for it?  It's a rough one.  There are truths in there, and darkness.  Even being from darkness, not all darkness is... easy.  Not even for me.  But, yea.  I get it.  I'll bet it was harsher for her, than I.  Most people have only ever known simple darkness.  Not the heavies, compounded daily, into some minor infinities.

I just think she was back.  She is... over me.  Mostly.  But she so... wanted to never be over me, with me over her often.  Even I... considered it.  Dish, she was.  Back, warmed a bit?  Not much to see, but that I live, and mostly sanely?  I don't think she believes, anymore, in sanity though.  There is no such thing.  There is clear, outright, insanity, but there is not pure or even near sanity.  We are crazy, horny, hungry, and maybe even sometimes holy... or nearer that later than sanity, or insanity, for us middlings.

Yes, she... does turn me on.  I can only imagine what she was like when she was fertile.  The scent, of a fertile woman, is so... terrible, sticky, and sweet.

Anyway.  Time to start my day.  Waking late.  I experimented with the fans, it was warmer up there than I sleep well in.  And, yet, I was having leg cramps through the night and upon waking.  Woke late, it was so warm.  Turned on both fans, which made it too cold, in some ways.  Stole the heat, so I cramped, and slept late.  Bleh.

But, up, going, doing, and... certainly, thinking.  I like dames.  But they talk so much, right until they don't?  :p  Later.