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monsterfucker are we

coda:

I don’t know who I’m sending this to. But I think about you all the time. In the back of my mind. I know a lot about you. Does that mean you know about me, too? Or are you just glowing brightly in way that I don’t understand? Is anyone else seeing this? Do you get messages like this all the time? Are you aware of how much you loom in the heart of someone you haven’t met? What am I expecting; I don’t even know. This is really awkward. Sorry for doing this. It must really be hard. No, I can’t really know that. This is delusional of me. I’m going to make it stop, because if I don’t, I’m going to come to hate you, because I’m already so frustrated I’m nothing like you. I need to understand why I tear myself apart thinking of you. I’m not going to send this. I don’t know how to send this, and I hope you never read it.

The video camera is plugged into the VCR, allowing it to record itself being poked and prodded.