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Daylen Altir

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Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment

 where the teacup shatters

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.                                       Oct 30th 1988 “The Damned”

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1.                                        OOC:

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“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you”

–Maya Angelou, I know why the caged bird sings)

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1.2.      Hello Dear Reader, It is a Pleasure.

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Now. Set aside what it is that you expect, and salt the wounds of your past. Let the mind no longer bloom and narrow the gaze to a pinpoint. See not through the jaded edges of what you know, but rather through the honesty that is offered. I am a man that you may label as Kurt, and I am here to set a tempo. Oh yes, a given pace, a rhythm, a defined motion. Do you understand, or shall I elaborate?

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Well here, take my hand and listen for but a moment. Let me lead for just a single song in your existence, and then judge me as you please.

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While out there past this screen I exist, that isn’t why you are here, nor is it the purpose of me writing these words to you. It is because I wanted to find you, in a place where stories can mingle, and fables can find birth. I am here, yes for myself, but also because I can encounter you. The writers. The ones who dream. The ones who have more behind the walls than the plastic smiles on display in the life we lead.

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.                               I am here to be free, just like you.

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So what is it I dream of? What are the notions that linger on the edges of my own personal truth? I would ask the same, for I ramble on for hours about anything at all. Need it be the nightmares that hold claws that could rend flesh, or simply a story with the intentions of gold. I dip my toes into the topics of lust, passions, humanity, monsters, reality, and so much more.

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I can’t lay my head upon my pillow, till I have bled a story. I can’t find the solace of dreams until I’ve saved myself through words. Yet, all of it means nothing until that moment is clear, and I find that exact second where eyes grow bright with the unexpected.

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Have you learned the steps yet? Have you understood that I can offer any various paces? Long as there is moves between, and we can intertwine. As long as there is story, I will write. Need the motions be filled with lust, systematic, surprising, against the grain, or even cocky, it doesn’t matter.

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As our song plays, I will dance with you.

I will lead us further into the tempo.

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My Story Is...

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. “someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” — Mary Oliver

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