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  • They made it here safely, and I feel like a well-meaning host because although I don't have chairs, they don't need them. They just flout about, dancing through the air, teasing me with their heavy-weighted meandering freedom. I think, "they'll die before I do- so let them have their fun. I control what's playing on Pandora." So god-like.

    Every time I sit on a high ledge I get the sense that I can fly. But I think it's a trap. Gravity is a greedy temptress and would love nothing more than to lour me in, only to grab me at the last second and squeeze me, hurling toward her-- into one orgasmic splat. The ultimate sin- complete freedom.
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