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The tinkling sound of brass, a gunshot, a scream.  The waft of overused perfume permeated the stage.  

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“She was a specialized model.” Janus said more to himself. “She was given a ceramic shell with beautiful brass inlay.  A delicate angel with a voice so well crafted.”    Estevan could only look on at the mangled body.  The chest cavity was ripped apart from the inside exposing the more modern machinery among the anachronistic decor.  Most disturbing however was the throat. Thing metal wires and two tubes burst out  piercing the throat in macabre ways.   

“Its doubtful even if we repair her she’ll ever be the same.  She was almost handcrafted by Dr. Meallán and after her passing I don’t think even her understudies could duplicate this much care.”

I'm just scrolling through my dash.  Doing my thing. REblogging funny and weird stuff I find.

Then I see a post referencing something one of my favorite artists did and the result of another artist doing art on artist butt.    

But then I scroll down further and I just know its coming.

And there I see it.   

Glorious artist butt.  And all I can think of is, "Man...I wish I could kiss that butt."

...then I stop and realize wtf I just thought and head desk out of shame.

I vaugly stay up late at night thinking deeply about life and the world.

It leaves me a bit numbed. Remembering everything for a few instants.

Everything I did, see, and felt that was of note and importance.

Thankfully not all of it was bad. 

And usually I remember a woman.  How I was wrong. How she was wrong. How we wronged each other. Not that I ever admitted it.

Would I ask for her to come back?   Never.

I know what I am. I know what I did. I always have before and after.

I will not place that burden until I can help carry it with someone.

If there is a regret I always have, its that I wasn't strong enough before.

Nephew: But you're an Adult! You can do anything you want!