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Collectors They talk like gentlemen from days past, a reassuring tone fused with charismatic megalomania moved by tendons formed from egotistical sexual satisfaction. They act nonchalantly stoic as their internalized desire for acolytesque fawning grows stronger with every word they hear from their mark, they are all that anyone could want, anyone someone could need and these invertebrate chameleons will perform on the peripheral of all the knowing senses to distract and unnerve and entice and reassure in equal measures. They don't care what pathways they choose to obtain the attention they seek, they will manipulate, they will threaten, they will lie, they will cheat and they will steal to get what they want - Like nothing more than one of the worlds denizens of destruction hiding in addiction from the amalgamation of truths they have learnt. They look like anyone else - They are protoplasmically able to alter their aesthetics for the purposes of mimicking anothers wants and desires, nothing more than over-evolved parrots drawing the unsuspecting mark in ever nearer with a facade of connectivity, an individual embodying the concept, heart and soul of the two-faced. There lives are devoted to pinning another butterfly to the cork board of their ego, to boost that which on its own is as useless as a lighter without a flint, to pierce the fragile wings, to seal them to the cork board, this latest addition is now stuck forever as nothing more than a line reference in a display case, a reference point for facades explored and a character played - A fate sealed the moment the chloroform of emotional megalomania was unleashed, now a small footnote encapsulates the entire experience in less than two lines and its being reduced to nothing more than a reference in someone else's story. A lover of all and a lover of none. |
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