Correlation, Collation, Compliation

Hello. Satan, here.

I'd like you to, if you haven't already, say hello.

Tell me:

Who you are.

What you do.

How you came to be here.

For your trouble, have the following:

Thanks.

Bring Me The Disco King...

David Bowie – [Bring Me The Disco King (Loner Mix)]--- I think I've started to live at that crux of the moment of revelation and vulnerability, that artful exposition and the peeling back oof layers you don't let others see.

I get a little High off your honesty, honestly.

My heart goes all a-flutter when you tell me things you've never told anyone else, when you tell me something abot the intersection of you and me, my stomach turns to Regal Flapping. Kingdom-sized.

And when I show you the parts of me I've shown everyone else, what does it mean? What generalities can I give you that I haven't given to a hundred others?

Damon Albarn & Micheal Hyman – [Boyd's Journey]--- It feels so One-Sided, when I ask, but you don't ask. There is nothing about me, alone, that isn't known by someone else.

Only in the crux of me and you, vulnerable and guarded, tug-of-war, is anything interesting, anything Secret to be found. (Muse – [House Of The Rising Sun]). But, to me, every new facet, every angle and curve, it's a better hit than the last.

The interface of Us is only the longest-lasting High.

Day Three

Let the Circle...

Tell me what you see.

I think I'm going to stop responding to these, until they're all done. Don't be offended, just want to see what kinds of interactions happen in the comments.