Vanity. Ares

looking through the newspaper race section for
good bets and Myra would be on the bed with a
laptop listening to music I was not keen on. But, I
loved one song regularly played; by an Artist
which Myra told me went by the name of Frank
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Ocean, because the chorus to a song called ‘We
All Try’ sounded good to me. Though when
listening to that song, I remember wondering;
‘What are we all trying to do?’ but regardless, I
liked it. The rest; rubbish.
The surface of things is usually the realm I
mostly reside in, depending on what I’m doing, as
if I’m in the midst of a scam or con, then the
surface becomes multilayered and textured — the
emotions that are at play, in a con, will be that way
inclined: meaning that you will need to be
sensitive to symbols and ticks of intricate
meaning. Hence, my general life at the time
seemed innocuous and devoid of the necessity of
deep below the surface insight; simply, Myra, and
The Breasts along with her bottom, all but seemed
fake but kosher at the time. There was a day Myra
brought a strap-on dildo and I think we had a
heated discussion about it's usage. Apart from
this, things were uneventful in my eyes; I was
getting some money together and I even thought
about going back to Manchester, but decided that
another move was not a pressing concern.
At that time Myra liked to go to a few clubs
in Soho, but I was not at all familiar with the
area’s night life and said as much, which meant
Myra would, some nights, go alone. Myra would
arrive back at my flat late at night and did in fact
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