Love letters to a woman seen from two perspectives of the same maniac.
“Darkness turns tail at first sight of you, the doubts flee, my heart thumps with vigour, you awaken the latent sunrise in a lost alley.”
“Dear you. Do you remember, the sixteenth of December? It’s when I was fucking a flesh-light outside your bedroom window and imagining it was your cunt, and that I was smashing my battering ram into your fleshy gates. As the viscous, disgusting and fetid white gunk slipped out of the artificial crevice, I cried, God I cried, the tears stinging my cheeks as I wrung the last fucking tears out of my slippery and flaccid fuck pump. Then you called the police, so I hurled the spunk covered flesh-light at your letterbox, a gift from my shuddering sacks, and watched the sick spill drip down your front fucking door. See you next time.”