August 6th, 2013

Hold off on a surrender until you have no other choice, or until the price is right. Determine how much your freedom is worth, because even if you never felt it, it still exists. I make no offers; I am a thief. An illustrious villain among the retired whores. A prolific soul collector, terrifying enough to turn a man without faith into a Christian zealot.

If there is pain, let the merciful offer relief. Let the witches of New Orleans come forward with their concoctions. In health, the chatter dies down, and it becomes clear to see that nothing is ever hidden, just not obvious. But, I still pray to Saint Jude, because it is always loud in here.

Old coffee is still coffee. I drink it like a good girl. There is no reason to sleep tonight. I will not leave the waking world so easily.

August 6th, 2013

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