Yesterday night Jumpman Lane became a victim of our love. The SlutMag CEO and poodle collector saw his friends banned and their properties miraculously returned. Today there is the confession. It was an act of love.
Just to say I’m sorry I made you so mad by returning that stuff. I really had not realized this was so important for you. You know I have been seeing SaveMe for a while in rl and I’m struggling to keep this relationship under control.
SaveMe can be quite out there, quite earthy, as you will certainly have gathered by now, but I can assure you that she doesn’t mean any harm – or at least not too much of it.
I get nervous that if I will not do certain things she asks me to do she will stop seeing me.
I know that will have to happen at some point but I’m not ready for it yet.
She can be very resolute. The last time we were together in rl, two weeks ago in her garden, she threw a rolling pin at a squirrel – killed it flat dead.
And she was only explaining why she doesn’t like people who wear moccasins.
You can imagine how fiery she can be in a relationship, for this is what relationships are: cages of fire that surrounds us from inside our minds. Cages that we want to leave but we can not as we need to feel that fire burn our flesh to the bone, until the end.
I dont think I need to explain any of this to you as you are a merchant of passion.
You know what passion is, Jumpie. You buy it, you sell it, you shrink wrap it, you microwave it. This is all about passion, the way it grabs our hearts and doesnt let it go until it cracks. Like the skull of that poor unfortunate squirel. When I saw that rodent convulse and die, Jumpman, I realized I am a victim of love – like him. We all are.
This is a grave of gravity and here we are , stuck to the ground, loving, microwaving, answering the phone in the nude. Please look for a little glimmer inside you and let it exale like a vapour of forgiveness from the pot of tolerance. Will you find the strengh to forgive me?