machiavelli’s prince and sun tzu’s art of war. make me feel like there are people out there who understand truth.

he read the poem and called me a gemini assassin and i nearly fell out of my chair. in a good way.

i laughed. well, my blog is black, i said.

it could also mean emo, he said.

i’m not emo.

there’s a ninja that guards my portal, i said.

i don’t doubt that, he said.

strange though, that this conversation came up because it was in an email that somehow had not reached me. and he’d panicked when i didn’t respond.

i was voracious today.