Like the shrouded mist early in the morn, an eerie shape along it forms, twisting and churning it slithers along till suddenly, without warning it embraces your heart never again to let go; for now your wanton Desire is permanent.
You covet what you want you must have it at all cost never mind the risks that you must take to lie, cheat, steal or kill, your life is at a total loss unless what you so desperately desire is possessed by you in its entire.
There are no abstentions, there is no control Just a burning, yearning desire to get that, which you never earned nor do now deserve. There will be no happy end for you nor can there ever be, for anyone afflicted with such untoward, remorselessly driven Desire.
HERBERT HOLZBAUER
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