Chapter Nine: All the Terrors of the MindDedicated to the one that made me whole upon contact, the one I never dreamed could complete my soul and fulfill my needs.More Like This
Decked with these less appealing notes as struck me blankly and with irate, banal imagery, this with thoughts of my latest plans, my last visit with the lady, and my contemplations of death and the moribund or deceased, I approached her house. My heart was low in my abdomen, my feet irrepressible, as I encroached upon her domicile. Thus I would not dismiss my misgivings, my feelings of misfortune, or unfortunate expiration, especially given the circumstance, my environment prolific of such worries as those that arose within me.
Half of the images entertained were daunting, as keenly forbidding as touches of unnatural chill in the air. Dull sky, dull lighting effect from the sky and dull day, for the most part-- all provided a sense of cessation, or at least a departure from solid circumstances as were a given.
My reasons for my paranoia thusly: according to the aba
Chapter Three: All the Terrors of the MindTo let the individual I dream about know I do and to show this person that I care I thus similarly dedicate this.More Like This
Her lips moved and her larynx worked, but as I watched her I could think of no better use for her abilities than could be stipulated to one of these attributes, anyway. Then her voice, were her head upon my thigh and she spoke, teeth near enough to graze the flesh thereof, her voice would stir my flesh in a rumble of its force felt upon my skin. The tissue would tingle at the motion of her breath and my heart would shrink with appreciation at the engaging contact of air and tremor upon my lower regions and I would involuntarily curl a little in expression of such physical gratification.
Then the live nerves and the lines that conveyed my blood would be stimulated to the point of new possible physiological functions. Her hair, her lovely soft hair… I longed to touch it. I could as she would fondle the patch below and where these physiological ch
Chaper Seven: All the Terrors of the MindDedicated to the most imaginative creature I have ever known, in human or animal form and to the inspiration he generates that is additional incentive to my existence.More Like This
It were lost to me—yes, such affection as I required seemed to be the optimal impossible pursuit. Therefore I was shaken of all my spiritual convictions, broken, again, as if I existed to parallel the tragic rejections as had Wren and Randal come to.
Whether by design or through more mysterious means, a thing can deplete its resources on its own, with never a preventative measure set in place against it to check it, none apparent, never an inhibiting devise about to tax its resolve or mettle. Some things merely collapse, a premise less oppressive than might be perceived, considering that its place, its design, was of such ends and no blame is found and no shame to be, likewise. The nature, faulty, had ever been so, though irresistible and unavoidable, also; its nature, therefore, its end. These things therefore les
Chapter Eight: All the Terrors of the MindDedicated to an individual who I can never forget, someone I will never forget and could never forget.More Like This
I was less than elated that Randal was so broken up; consequently, when what would have been a crushing blow to me occurred, I had had taste enough of such recent dejection of a kind so debilitating that I was partly prepared. Well, I was in part already somewhat precarious and apprehensive in a similar enough emotional arena, hence my occupation with such matters of the heart in general set me at less of a disadvantage than I might have been otherwise, if so, that when I was sobered by a depressing, or, to me, crippling event was I of a state somewhat appropriately grounded and of mind base enough already that it was not altogether as much of a shock as it might have been; otherwise I should have been suicidal, according to the pangs I felt, torn between my romantic passions, and, after the event, without any such lead up, emotionally betrayed – but, after all, such news was al
Chapter Four: All the Terrors of the MindDedicated to the best human being I have met and the personal attention he exhumes. To all things and everything this level of attentive commitment is given, so that the inspiration and he to whom the dedication is offered might as well be powerfully divine.More Like This
She never responded, never gave me a look or a sign that she heard onward that moment. Her strut, her swing of her hips, as she strode before me, all served to amplify her sense of security and, additionally, her disregard for the topic, as well as indicate it. The futility of my efforts undid me. Baffling – her disinterest in me at a time when this interest was supposed to convince. And yet—and yet, considering her performance a few minutes ago, it was effective. As long as the silky brush of her glossy-maned vanity reined, as long as her high horse still strove upright and proud, all was well. Her fine head was absolutely appealing, her gait was also fascina
Chapter Ten: All the Terrors of the MindI will recall the soul as inspired so many a lovely flame as fired, forging thus, desire and that desired once, proclaiming as much as this the muse of much of my creative lust!More Like This
Very depressing, therefore, when I saw a stranger moving a box of items – holding it, rather, in his arms once gathering it from his vehicle. He had and now adjusting it for her to idly finger through in examination, he was. Still in the process of moving it, that was, held but a moment at her command and gone in a flash.
I stood cautiously, peering within. I never made a movement, I swear -- not a muscle volunteered itself, not a gram of my frame was mobile, possibly to even the perspiration or inhalation or exhalation processes, the condensation or extension processes overall in my every organ dormant. I subsequently could have withdrawn, could have settled for a more ignorant understanding, were the forces at one with my biological functions. Never so, it was then and there that Vera saw me.
Chapter Five: All the Terrors of the MindDedicated to one who is always a living entity even though he is physically limited by all the difficulties of this world, still managing to transcend natural limitations.More Like This
The collective consciousness of acoustics, had it one, of itself and of a sudden was become self-aware and shamed. No, this was not reflective of my elevated yet deafening internal compass, or whatever that is one would call the claim of social estate and convention as had a near innate presence within one’s mind and even soul, had it pried that far. My guilt at the device been left to its own ends unattended for so long the greater evil, in my opinion. No, I was not harrowed, not of my own conduct. I was unaffected by the resounding soundlessness, moreover.
Likely when left to my own devices I would have been untroubled by the intimate encounter, likely the doubts as were aroused by one’s defenses that, triggered, if triggered, immediately considered me as villainously incompetent and the foreign agent a