Diary of a Charlatan

I offer no apoligies for what you see, read or hear on this blog.

I do not pretend myself a poet or storyteller, for it is not I who writes these words. I am merely but a vessel. In the deepest despair and only in the sweet embrace of vice, does The Charlatan dare appear. Only then does he ever put his pen to paper, ever more eloquently than I ever could, to expunge our demons through his prose.
Nov 14
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All we were, was all we could ever be. Never was there there anything purer or anything truer than what we had. If our 6 and 2’s would have been… They could have been forever.

  • The Charlatan
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