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1/17/2017 4:00:00 PM: Demons... We all have them. Those who find solace in sites like these tend to have more than most. 'Demons' within us that drive our desires into the dark places, the forbidden realms shunned by all that is 'right' and 'good'. These terms are conceptual constructs created as part of systems meant to govern the behavior of, and thus ensure the desired success for, people and society en masse. I willfully and heartily shun these systems. I met and face my demons a long time ago. In time, I cam to embrace them.   After many years of testing, searching, exploring, learning... After more than two decades of care and practice... After many years of planning, control and deliberate action, my demons no longer drive my desires. They no longer urge and persuade my actions and decisions. After years and years of determination, my demons no longer rule me.   Now, they serve Me.     'I am the master of my fate,        I am the captain of my soul.'

9/13/2015 8:42:01 AM: I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they see But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. Where's my sleeping beauty?

9/8/2015 6:05:25 PM: (part the third) Matthew’s eyes fell shut in relief as he felt her weave herself under his arm, into his hand, and onto his side. The scent of her hair drifted into his nostrils, and he let out a low moan of utter contentment. All was right now, in his world. “Come, Daddy. Come sit and relax.” Her soft voice sang in his ears as he corrected his thought. Almost all was right in the world. He let her lead him back through the kitchen into the family room and smiled again as he sat down in his “daddy chair.” He laughed in the echo of her slapping his hand again when he leaned forward to untie his boots. With a teasing, yet somehow still scolding look, she knelt down and deftly untied the laces before sliding each boot off. He even felt bad when her nose crinkled up at the smell. “Sorry, sweetie.”   He leaned forward as she got up, knowing that she planned to fetch a bowl of hot water and a towel. Before she could turn back to the kitchen, he extended his large hands and securely alighted them on her feminine hips. “No you don’t. Later.” She yelped once, then giggled as he pulled her roughly into his lap and enveloped her in his arms. Her smile spread from ear to ear as she nuzzled in closer to him, wishing she could stay wrapped up in him forever. He smiled as she nuzzled, wishing he never had to let go.   It seemed like time stopped as he sat with her curled in his lap. Were love ever truly measurable, there could be no scale large enough for what filled the room in that endless moment. It was finally broken by a heavy sigh from somewhere in the pile of girl he held. “Two fingers, or four, Daddy?” His eyes fell closed again, and he smiled.   “You’ve already made my day a thousand times better, precious.” He stretched his neck to kiss her forehead as her face snapped up to see his.   “Really?” He always loved that hopeful look on her face, seeking reassurance that he did, in fact, love her as much as his words said he did.   “Really, really.” He kissed her forehead again before pulling his head back to look her in the eyes. He slid his right hand from behind her back and lifted it to her face, gently caressing the back of his fingers against her cheek. “You always do.” Her eyes began to well as she looked up at his smile. “But two fingers would be great.”   “Ugh!!” She tried to squirm off his lap, a lack-luster attempt against his unyielding arms. “Moment ruiner!” She started beating her mock frustration into his chest, redoubling her efforts when they were met with his rumbling, mirthful laughter. He let her flail on him for a few seconds before, purely for effect, he wrapped his hands around her waist again and lifted her off his lap as easily as he’d pulled her onto it. She got her feet under her before he let go, but as he began to lean back, she reached in for another quick jab at his belly before darting out of his reach, giggling uncontrollably. He eyed her for a long moment, mischief clear in his eyes, yet stillness pervading his body. He waited, the patient predator stalking his prey. She waited too, the daring prey taunting her hunter.    He won. After several long moments, she seemed to give up on him ever playing back with her, disappointed that he would content himself with merely staring her down. Her coiled stance shifted, relaxed, and she started to straighten in order to head for the liquor cabinet. It was precisely what he’d been waiting for. She hadn’t yet fully rose from her poised guard before he launched himself out of his chair at her. He roared his happiest, daddy roar as she screamed and bolted from the room.   His laughter echoed off the walls of the house he built for her… through the rooms of the home she made for him.

9/8/2015 6:04:55 PM: (part the second) As his eyes lowered from the doll-house windows, they fell on the one thing that he’d yearned for his entire life, the thing that had always given him the motivation to keep working when others rested, the thing that never failed to stop his heart when he beheld it. She looked back at him through the open doorway, boundless love tinted with a splash of hurt in her gaze. She knew him like no other could. Even if he’d not texted her earlier that day with the news of the theft, he knew that she’d seen him work to compose himself just now. The picture of empathy, she always knew when he was hurting, and was always faithfully there to ease such burdens. She didn’t come through the doorway. She would never do that. She would stay there, open door and open arms ready to welcome him, but she knew he needed this time to gather himself. She knew that moments like these were the tests he still relied upon to exercise his self-control, his composure. She would wait as long as it took. They remained motionless for several long moments like that, staring into each other’s eyes with such love as has no end or beginning, no top or bottom.   He finally heaved one last, heavy breath and opened the door, sliding out with his bag hanging from his shoulder. His boots fell heavily on the drive and sidewalk as the day’s stress began to slowly drip off of him. The soft, hollow echo of his steps climbing the three stairs to the front porch always made him smile a bit, having the sense of reaffirmation that he was, indeed, home. As he crested the final stair, he raised his eyes again to hers, and he melted into her as he breached the threshold. She deftly caught the bag containing his laptop, his entire business, as it slid from his shoulder, and gently alighted it upon the floor before wrapping her arms around his neck. She let out an explosive breath herself, unaware that she’d been holding it since he’d opened his door. As his strong arms constricted around the small of her back, lifting her from the floor as easily as she might lift a gallon of milk, she nuzzled into the base of his neck. “Welcome home, Daddy.”   Matthew let out an almost inaudible groan of contentment that she felt rumble from his chest, and she smiled, wiggling a bit in an attempt to hug him even tighter. “Thank you, precious.” She giggled at his use of her favorite pet name, and responded automatically with the happy jib she always used. “I’m your wife, not your ring, Bilbo.” As always, he smiled. Squeezing her one more time for good measure, he leaned forward so her heeled feet could touch the floor again and reluctantly unwrapped his arms from her slender waist.   “I heard them out back,” Matthew said as he stooped to pick up his bag. She swatted his hand away as she always did. She enjoyed taking his bag to the study for him, and he enjoyed teasing her by trying to do it himself. It was something of a ritual. She nodded and explained that the kids were playing with the new puppy in the back yard, and had been for almost two hours. A broad smile stretched across his face as he walked through the entry-way into the kitchen and to the bay window of the breakfast nook that overlooked the back yard. He stood there, watching through the window as his three little angels tumbled and giggled over each other, a vicious little ten week old puppy savagely disemboweling any poor victim that made the mistake of laying on the ground where she could reach.   Marie looked up at the man who held her heart in the rough and worn palms of his ever gentle hands. She stood back a moment, just inside his peripheral, and slowly took his visage in. It was his eyes that always caught her breath. The shone with a depth of brilliance that she could lose herself in, and frequently did. The pure intensity with which he watched over his family reverberated in her bones. Never before him had she known anyone who could love so fiercely, so unyieldingly, so keenly. She felt her heart stutter a beat before increasing its pace and pumping a rush of blood to her face.   With conscious effort, she forced her eyes away from his and took in the rest of him. His shoulder blades were being held a little tighter than normal. She could see the faint pinch just below the base of his neck, even with his arms folded across his chest now. Her eyes lowered from his shoulders, taking no small note of his latissimus pushing against his work polo. She smiled when she saw that his hips were rolled forward slightly, straightening his lumbar posture. She had put extra effort in massaging his lower back last night, and was happy to physically see him still feeling better for it. As her eyes slid back up his rigid form, she noticed the corner of his clinched fist, almost entirely hidden beneath his other arm and its sleeve.  His face shone with glee at watching his babies play, but the stress of his day was not yet wholly gone. As if compelled by an unseen force, she felt herself stepping forward to him and worming her way under his arm. She knew he would see it as a tad assertive, but she didn’t care right now. He needed her. As she wormed under his arm, she slipped her hand into his, wordlessly pleading for him to unwind and let her make it all better.