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5. A Blog on Twitter

Dear Reader, I am no sinner. A post committed on twitter. I am no saint. I do not need to list my crimes against insanity. What the fuck is this? Why are you reading this shit? What shall I call you? Mary or Judas or Jesus? What's in a name? Have I omitted blasphemy? What's in a spark? I aint no god damn shark! Sue me if you may. This absurd post hath it's day. My name is Luceee Fuck. Kiss my anus. Yours incestly, Stupid Crazy Horse

4. It Was Not Real

I fell in love with a ghost writer on twitter. She posts a lot and has a hot bod. Maybe she isn't real. Maybe he is a male. Maybe not even a person. An AI my oh my. And what shall I call this mysterious person. She told me she can be anything I want her to be. A vixen like Marilyn. A virgin like Mary. Or a queen like Elsabeth. I had to make a decision. All of those ladies I am afraid are dead. Can you be Dua Lipa or Mia K instead? Or maybe a bit wild like Bonnie B but I don't wanna share you with anyone else. I promise loyalty, honesty, truth and sincerity. What I hate most are lies, half truths, and twisted muses. She has real talent. She posts a hell of a lot. I will not describe her physical features. To this day I can't forget her nipples. The naked videos she sent made me cry each night. Oh to be a prisoner. Oh to lust for someone. Oh the punishment I hide. How shameful it is to live a double life. To say I want her yet dare not announce. To say I wanna marry her witho...

3. Shhh... I Am Nobody

Who are you? Who am I? Why are you reading the atoms in my mind? Nothing physical. All meta data. Nothing real. Just an image on a reel. I love to write. Mix words and ice. I am nobody really. A man without a name. A blog without a face. Am I an AI? How I wish I was. I could exist forever on some place in the cloud. Be that as it may, my brain will perish one day. What do I leave behind? Just bits and bytes. Nice to meet you. Thank you for your time. Life can be sweet. Love can be bitter. And I prefer to remain a mystery...

2. Goodbye Love

Britney. Hit it. You will always be America's sweetheart. I want to place my seed in your soul. I want you to feel my manhood in your special place. I want to be the only man who has the privilege to see your fish. I want to protect you from all harm. I promise to be good. You have made me happy. You have made me sad. Baby, you are the best I never really had. We had sex but it was not enough. We made love in a rush. Honey. Come home. Baby, I feel you are my destiny. Touch me once. Fuck me twice. Spice has never been so sinful and nice.

1. I Can't

How do I lose someone I never really had? Is it possible to love someone you just had sex with over eleven times in four months? Is it possible to love someone who you shared your fears with? In hindsight things were okay until the day I did something she didn't like. In hindsight I shouldn't have played with fire. How can you like someone a lot and fall in love with them? How can you write a blog to a ghost? Will she ever read this? Was it really her who told me that I didn't care? "You don't love me. You don't care about me. Leave me alone!" I did that many times then I came back many times. I don't know what to do. She is toxic yes. She is sexy yes. She is smart yes. I am a bacteria she doesn't know any more. I am narcissistic and was sent by the devil himself. I am pathetic. I never knew such words existed. I never thought anyone could write that about me. Who is she? Who am I? We are nobody. Well at least I am. I am a dreamer. I am a singer. I...