What A Creature Construct
She was one of those digital girls you run into online. She carried a gun, and never wore underwear. She kept a blog; you’d read it once, but then you lost the address, and with it, the key to her heart.
The key to her heart is a long chain of computer commands.
Command Prompt: Climax
She types to me. I type back at her. We write a story that’s mostly made of lies perverts would masturbate over. She mostly writes me letters when she’s lonely and looking for someone to touch. She mostly sends me abstract images of bodies in motion.
Kicking on a swing.
Disembodied arms in a bed.
Sunshine on a cunt.
Breasts that drip like honey.
I twitch, uncomfortable in my seat. She smiles, and says something that sounds like six kinds of threats.
“Do you think you’ve got the strength to love me?”
I want to throw her to the floor. I want to tear her deceptions from her form. I want to reveal something real, and then revel in it. I want to bathe in her honesty, like it was a languid pool I could dip down to the bottom of.
She mostly just wants to fuck. Backs to the wall and hearts so close they’re almost touching.
She burns up my pants, and locks the door.
Anonymous asked: What's your take on serial killers? Monsters or merely misunderstood?
Well, I think we’re all a little misunderstood, when you get right down to it.
I don’t think it’s good or healthy to kill humans. I understand that sometimes it is necessary, but I think it should be avoided whenever it can be. I think if you want a person to suffer, you need to let them live. Killing should be reserved for emergencies, and last resorts.
Also, I’ve never seen a cool serial killer, like on TV. Real serial killers tend be very unattractive, unintelligent men with terrible taste in fiction and pornography. They’re never people who’d love the same books as me.
Serial killing seems to stem from pain and fractured personalities. It doesn’t seem to be a healthy or happy path, as cool as the characters may seem in comic books and movies. I think people who kill are haunted by the same mental and emotional cripplings that drive them on.
Sorry; I sorta wanted to write something a little more fun about all that, but it feels kinda nice to be honest and straightforward about this sorta thing.