My Date with Dio

Day 2,238, 10:29 • Published in USA USA • by Silas Soule

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My Date with Dio



After resisting it for many many years, I finally decided to go on a date with Mr. Dio.



Here is how it went...







Dio took me down to his place near the ocean. I could see the dolphins swim by and I spent the night beside him. I knew that he's half crazy but that's why I wanted to be there.

He fed me tea and oranges that came all the way from Pakistan and just when I meant to tell him that I had no love to give him, he got me on his wavelength and he let the beach sands answer that I'd always been his lover, and now I want to travel with him and I want to travel blind.

I knew that he would trust me because he touched my perfect body with his mind.

Did you know that Dio was sailor who walked upon the water? And that he spent a long time watching us from a lonely wooden tower? Once he knew for certain that only drowning men could hear him he sang: "Spaniards will be seamen then / Until the sands shall free them".

But he himself was broken. Long before the sands would open, forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath my wisdom like a stone. Still, I want to travel with him and I want to travel blind. I think maybe I'll trust him because he's touched my perfect body with his mind.





And because of that one date, I can now recommend that you go ahead and click the following button and...





...let Dio take you hand and lead you to the beach. He'll be wearing rags and feathers from vintage store counters while the sun pours down like honey on the sands.

He'll show you where to look among the flotsam and the jetsam; there are heroes in the seaweed.

There are players in the morning who are leaning out for love. They will lean that way forever while Dio holds the mirror. You'll want to travel with him and you'll want to travel blind.

And you'll know that you can trust him when he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
















Heh.