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Elemental. A being of steam and fire. That

  • Elemental. A being of steam and fire. That was what I was, what I had become. I had once been a wizard, a man of logic and skill. Now a sweltering creature of hell and instinct
  • had become my essence. I knew naught of mercy, felt neither pain nor joy. Wreathed in fire I struck down those who were in violation. I could not tell how much time had passed
  • for I nolonger had a body. There were many who transgressed. I banished them to the nether realm. But then I recognized one. She had a hunger. I knew those eyes.
  • They were hungry eyes. One look at me and they can't disguise. Yep, she's got hungry eyes. I feel the magic between her and I.
  • I loved that song, Hungry Eyes, back in the day when I used to look like Jeff Bridges. Nowadays, I look more like a raisin, But she still loves me, wrinkles and all
  • . (To be frank, I got bored of her two decades ago, but by nature I dislike change and shun upset, so I muddle along, grinning and bearing her sagging body and tasteless soup) Once
  • I awoke to find her crawling aimlessly around the kitchen wearing nothing but a tank top and pink socks. I pretended not to notice and left he house silently, hoping things would
  • work out soon 'cause that little girl needed a babysitter. Her good-for-nothing-so-called "mother" should stop sleeping around with deadbeats like me and shape up. I thought about
  • my role as Guy That Women Regret with pride. Every woman I slept with went on to get her life back on track, although I was the one that veered them off the tracks. My beer gut
  • gets a little acid sometimes when I wonder when I'll meet the Woman I Regret. Who'll break my heart and drive me to the edge of insanity. But that's another story...

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