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October - A Disconnect To say I was comfortable would be a fallacy, as I lay on my belly across the two wooden platforms that hoisted me above the fiberglass bottom of a small family boat. My neck ached, and the lapping of water across the boat's blue exterior kept me from well and truely sleeping, as much as my body yearned for a good rest, it was a wish that would not come. But it felt normal, always normal, within arm's reach not a foot away, sat a man with a fishing rod. He sat in silence, but the occasional “Whip-zhee” of his line thrown out some incredible distance reminds me he was there. It was summer, Florida this tim

Domination... You come asking me of my form of study before I was.. bound in this stained jacket? Very well. There were... stories of sirens and witches that bewitch the mind and entrap the soul. Envoking feelings of pleasure and pain from out of thin air... hmmhmm... these are not mere stories my... my pitiful friend. No, These tales speak the truth, long before the event that sealed away the magic of the world, the life, the very Essence of domination magic was... flighty at best. I was... enraptured, by the idea of turning a mind against it's owner, at first It was simply a toy... but no. This isn't as simple. Magic is not a child's