Being nothing but an intimidating lug for Castella's play palace. I see an anorexic version of myself.
Do I even want to find this erotization as it finds me? Intoxication and the lack of edge cannot be undone, as this paradox is something of benefits. Theo and Castella.
Pure body of bodyguard and a body merchant. From the lifting of the Bricksters, brought muscle to a gun fight. My literary ambition too cartoonish. An opportunity of sythnmeat to their design. The only thing I have through this is a clarity of mind through this ceaseless interruption in my quarter.
Oh, back to my quarters.