I'm In Love

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Wednesday Evening


Readers, forgive me if this does not make sense, but it is all happening so fast.

The date with Cindy is over.

I am in love with my beautiful Goth. I would destroy a thousand worlds for her.

But No, Emperor! Not too much. Don't scare her off with your resplendent largesse and Byzantine grandeur.

I will merely have a few people executed here and there at first, to prove my devotion.


From the moment our eyes met at the hostess's kiosk in the foyer of Denny's, nothing but unending affection passed between us. She was demure and coy-- did she even speak a word?-- as she greedily enjoyed her Chicken Fried Steak while I waxed poetic on my affections. I hardly noticed I had not touched my Shrimp Sampler until she robustly pulled it away from me and began devouring it with the wild abandon of a woman in love. What a lusty wench! How I longed to die in the warm embrace of her ample bodice!

Such tragedy that her commitments at work tomorrow precluded us from visiting the theater for a screening of Shark Boy and Lava Girl. But no matter, for a single drink from her lipid pool could slake even the thirst of Tantalus.

Ever elusive and coy, she parryed my attempts to escort her back to my hotel room. Her Gothic vows of chasity were too great to be broken. I beseeched her again and again for her phone number. Each time she checked my attempts, until on the sixth try she relented.


And so I hold close to my heart the ten magic numbers that are the key to my Elysian Fields. There is much to do tomorrow, and I must be strong and keep to my agenda, but Cindy, you will be in my thoughts.

Until tomorrow night, my love. I ache and await our meeting at the food court at Target.


- The Evil Emperor Mindstation, P.Z.I.C.

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