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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[onefellswoop]

Not only do I allow it; I meet you evenly upon this field.

What you’ve said: That we are a kind apart from the world.

You aren’t wrong; what we are doesn’t belong here, doesn’t fit with

You never were precisely human, were you?

[ … ]

Jack. Puppy. Who are you?

You’re correct, Puppy; or your understanding meets my own.

I am not [ … ] accustomed to feeling at ease in the world. Or among men, particularly in this town. This has never been [ … ] a home.

I can’t tell you how long I’ve lived without

[ … ]

No, I suppose I really can’t tell you.

I have never known anyone the way that I know you. Where knowing mean recognition, means meeting patterns of my own being. Where knowing means ease, and comfort, and a space for authenticity, the likes of which I’ve never found.

What I am and what you are isn’t wrong. Our existence is as dire as any other; more so, I might say. (You, Jack, hold more humanity in the tip of your forefinger than most of the people here have wielded in their life.) What you are is beautiful, my Puppy. And if this world fits you awry, that is no fault of your own.

(You who gleam with a light all your own beneath the stars. You who are damnably, devilishly charming, with your swiftness in opening doors and your… Oh, how am I to define the care held in you touch? Last night, the aching in my foot was eased to a dull murmur. Last night, I melted to your touch; now, I melt again at its memory. Never doubt that you are tenderness itself. Never doubt that you set my heart to blessed racing.)

My beautiful Puppy.

My never-a-stray.

My home.

No, Jack; there can be no one after you. There could never have been anyone but you.