Having my way with Ulysses

A cluster of violet but one white stars.

At once I understood with certainty: this company contained the cowardly, hateful to God and to His enemies. These wretched ones, who never were alive went naked and were stung again, again by horseflies and by wasps that circled them. The insects streaked their faces with their blood, which, mingled with their tears, fell at their feet, where it was gathered up by sickening worms.8:57 pm

Why one white? It means something perhaps. A lonely sign telling me what? That I’m superstitious perhaps. I can’t help it. Have to come back to see. Have to. Murderers do. Was it a job well done or should I sting him again? Stuck to this question like a shadow. I’ll fly to his ceiling and wait. It’s not superstition to want to be sure.

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.

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