Can we talk something else?

Can we talk about something else?

Can we talk about something else?

Hello

Out there

Out there

The stranger walks through the world hunting innocents, weakness.

He's friendly to everyone, quick to guide opportune interactions that have ears shot, building rapport, coloring thought clouds, a heavy purple.

Until his charms drizzle over the meek, he'll climb to be a free spirit up for adventure.

Though some will find it odd he's alone in the world, parents will begin to whisper.

How does a grown man end up so confidently lost?

And why is he talking to our children?

It's always the teenagers he manages to magnetize.

And he chooses the summer to see what will stick, tourist towns are best.

He can blend with the flock, though he's aware that whispers follow him.

And that whispers soon whirlwind into screams.

The stranger won't dawdle, he'll pour it on as soon as he's got one, lamenting his mistreatment by society, his victimization,

how he's just searching for good people, a good woman, a good friend.

He'll slowly begin to pinpoint perspective victims' pain, suggest or even implant it if necessary in order to mimic it.

He's fabricating kinship.

Kinship he'll use to gain trust.

Trust he will use to get them into a compromised position in order to sexually assault them.

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