Do you like stories Ms Wagner? When I were young, I saw you on TV. I fell in love with you. I started to reach into the TV and bring you to me, but God told me that you would sell me for drugs. I didn’t know that others aren’t like me. I hid you from my mom... She’d have turned the TV off, if she realize. There were a teacher... I wanted her as a wife, I think she reminded me of you. Mom had problems, because I didn’t grasp why mom wouldn’t get this “wife” for me. She were rude to the teacher. The teacher became hostile towards me. Yet you remained buried deep inside of me, safe. They say that it goes away. The experts are wrong. Lust goes away. Love is eternal. You were the first woman I loved. I didn’t want that teacher... it were you and my cover were nearly blown, because I couldn’t exactly hide it. I weren’t consciously aware. I knew, but didn’t know. In fact, it were only recently that I were working on a modal, when I happened to consider you again. I realize. Why am I telling you. What do I want from you? Nothing you wouldn’t give. Rather, inside of me. Real or delusion? I find it’s better to confront things, than hide from it like a scared child. It is actually very freeing and liberating.... a secret that one has held for so long. Be well Ms Wagner. Be loved. When I were 7 and you were 27.... tell the truth. You would have smiled and said “isn’t that cute.” Right? I am not seven anymore. You wed these days? Want to be? You, (excuse me)... old birds.... a part of me is loathe to disturb you. I have some mind what you are capable of. See these 20 something’s, if you can get them to hold still long enough, you can make children with them, or so I hear. Yet, if you love and want to be loved back.... I wonder that sometimes, one merely need pick the right woman for the mission.

A word. That “God”, were actually Satan dressed in drag. It is at war with me. I don’t wage wars, I wage massacres. God actual, never talked smack about you to me.

Ever saw someone, and you know that you are a better you because they exist?

What if, I snapped my fingers and you were 7 years old again and I were 7 years old again. What if we were both 18? What if, I snapped my fingers and poof... you are what I am? What would you do?

Do you see, “so you would give me this, for that?” No, I wouldn’t. I would give you that for free. No charge. Now do you grasp the question?