Is it odd to want to die in someone’s arms that way you know you didn’t die alone.

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Can you truly blame a guy for pursuing beautiful women?

Everyone is entitled to their opinion even if their opinion is wrong.

The only thing set in stone should be stones themselves.

I deviated from the royal road of the unconscious as I had awaken from my blissful nightmare. I left my bed and my wife and entered my lavatory to find myself standing in a pool of steaming water. I was enveloped in mist when an apparition appeared to me. She was the raw personification of my desires. She placed her soft misty hands on my broad shoulders and ran them up and down my spine as she began to suckle on my neck. I closed my eyes and I felt her fingertips clawing my flesh it was a bitter sting but the rawness of the touch excited me. I turned to grab her but she reverted back to the steam from which she came. I turned is dismay and I saw her in the mirror smirking almost giggling. She was teasing me as she reached out from the mirror and stroked my chin and lightly with one finger she clawed my cheek drawing my crimson nectar. I was in a trance she always touched me but I can never touch her. I was tired of my intangible lust. I lunged at her violently but I crashed into the mirror scraping my hand as the blood flowed down my naked body. I heard that I had awoken my wife she was calling out to me but the apparition now stood behind me in the shower naked and in shock. I couldn’t let my wife see her. I scrambled into the shower opened a window and turned on the cold water
and let it wash away my ravenous lust and in the blink of an eye as my wife opened the door my visceral desires vanished. She opened the door hastily only to find me naked banging my head against the tiled walls around me as my arms were incessantly bleeding. She came to me and wrapped me in a blanket as she tended to my wounds. I saw her clean up my mess. Picking up the shattered glass covered in my blood. She didn’t judge me she just smiled passively accepting it as an accident. My desires are no accident and my perfect hallmark wife had grown stale to my taste. Perfection is dull it tastes like moldy bread. She touched me but I felt nothing. I merely ignored her advances and returned to the royal road of the unconscious.

Placid plastic soldiers looking to be redeemed. Standing on a concrete valley where nothing is what seems. They march on command through grass as tall as trees. As they shoot intangible bullets at massive bees. They come a mountain they come across a dune little did they know that their judgment would come soon. They saw a massive eye appearing in the sky. Staring through a concave lens then they began to fry. The stood in utter horror they stood in utter shock paralyzed from neck to toe they stood like rocks. Their faces were melting their placid reflection turned to despair the eye in the sky didn’t seem to care. Their bodies were dripping they were in a state of utter decay they were being melted their existence seemed to fade away. Little placid plastic soldiers marched into battle just for fun never even had a chance to turn and run from the unforgiving sun.