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.
Sep 30
“ and she sat there at the bar looking right through me. She could see that it was all a lie even when i couldn’t…. Never once did I utter a word nor did she ever flash a smile. But I knew what she meant by the look in her pretty little eyes” - The Charlatan
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