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It's an intoxicating balance between schizophrenia and genius...between insanity and prodigy...

A fine line that's a dance floor for only the finest of performers...tip-toeing across the stage with precision, grace, and a few well-timed pelvic thrusts.

Weaving in and out of conscious and subconscious. Fantasy and reality... The Fourteen are fearless.

Armed and dangerous, ready to lay siege on any comer...any dinner guest at the Feast that is friendship, or famine that is the lack thereof... The Fourteen are incognito.

Undercover brothers, with varying attitudes and appetites but with the same infectious laugh. Different outfits with the same bad haircut... The Fourteen are coveted.

Desired by some, unknown by many, misunderstood by most...only the richest of Landlords own the key... The Fourteen are privileged.

Tucked away beneath blankets of security...invisible to the naked-eye... The Fourteen are lonely.


I have Fourteen personalities.

You know 3.

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