She was stretched out, lounging if you will, with all the beauty befitting a celebrity of her magnitude. Famous in her own right she has been seducing men for years. Rich men, poor men, old, and young – no one has been exempt from her allure. Who would deny her, given her consistent adornment that shined so bright that a blind man would stop dead in his tracks to gaze in awe?
I was cursed with the gift of accurate intuition. Unable to ignore my curse I often see the worst in others but feign trust in their character in an effort to keep peace. With one look at her I felt an icy chill travel from the heels of my feet to the nape of my neck. I was unable to interact with her without seeing the empty shell that lies behind her bright face. Given half of a chance I would trade my curse for the naive shroud that drapes most of the fools sauntering thru their seemingly blissful lives for they have the fast and easy lane down Father Time’s freeway.
Refusing to be party to her fruitless and hollow existence any further, I decided to walk away with nothing but my best wishes for her and those that love her. This soulless diva is best known as Las Vegas. I kiss her goodbye next week and won’t be looking back.
Photo taken by Cicero Keating, 10/08/2012
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