Choice

I think gods wants me to create. If I’m with someone I devote myself completely. I can’t balance me and someone. So I have to create. I have to materialise my ideas. Grab them from the realm of ideas and hold them. Stroke them. Strap them. Slap them. I don’t need a woman. I don’t need a man. Gods sacrificed me to the goddess of Art. Goddess of Love condemned me. I’m entirely free in my chains of a creator….

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