Gary Stark

My shadow has a name and her name is Lucille.
She is my Poet, Priestess, Lover, and Muse.
Her beauty surpasses the eyes of the beholder, then rips them out.
Her intellect knows more than she doesn’t, then renders you ignorant.
Her bravery is unflinching, her loyalty unwavering, and her undying love often fatal.
Some have met her, standing on the edge of existence – loaded needle in one hand, loaded gun in the other.
With nothing to lose, or so they believe, they chance one more gamble.
And roll her loaded dice.
They lose.
Always have. always will.
Wanna play?