She dances for her pleasure. They watch for theirs. But soon there is nothing there but her presence. Don't look at the lights. Don't look at her. No serpent is more hypnotic. No sin more desired.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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