They are chaotic and more often than not appear like broken buildings inthe fog, which generally have different purposes. I am a girl, no matter what ...he mirror may say, and no matter whom Ichoose to tell. I am a girl of my own. I share no option with another; Ishare only with myself to whom I give eternal and emotional thought. I donot care for the feelings of others because those feelings are those ofthe persecutor, the hetero male who says I MUST attend at the nightclubs,that I MUST shag. 11:43:32 AM pr0n_glutton: her face is now facing a strange hole in the wall11:43:40 AM pr0n_glutton: no point in the blindfold, so i take that of her11:44:03 AM pr0n_glutton: it takes her a min to realize shes at a gloryhole11:44:28 AM pr0n_glutton: I turn on my phone light and tell her to look at the floor11:45:02 AM darkorse102284: Uh oh...11:45:03 AM pr0n_glutton: pointing the light at the floor, she see all these....spots11:45:03 AM pr0n_glutton: crusty11:45:04 AM pr0n_glutton:. ” “Daddy, I was such a fool.” “We all seem to take turns in that role.” Tricia smiled. “You're taking a much more understanding position than I expected.” “Would it help if I screamed, Tricia you were a stupid fool?” “At this point it might make me feel better.” “You want to atone for your behavior.” “Yes daddy, I do.” Shaking her head, Tricia quietly added, “I only wish I could.” “But you can't. The person you want to apologize to won't talk to you.” Looking at me, Tricia said, “It's so. "Lead the way."Matt and I walked down the street to a small neighborhood coffee shop, where we sat and conversed."So you came all the way from Tennessee to start a new life?" he asked."That's right," I said with a laugh. "And you have no idea what I had to go through to get here. What about you? You from here? What do you do?" I'm from Iowa," he said."Oh nice," I said. "Handsome, corn-fed farm boy."Matt laughed."Don't know about handsome," he said. "But other than that, guilty as charged. I.