Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. The pattern repeats forever. Lust fills the air. The Hopeless stand over the cliffs edge. Two women kiss. The cock crows. This is what is seen, not understood. Not early nor late, not dreamt of or thought of. Not quite there. You see, reality works in a variety of ways, and many a time one is simply mistaken in many ways. This very reality shin...