I was working on something deeply profound and religious, but got bored, so I did this. Enjoy

She seems to have no fat on her body at all save for two parts, in her legs and ass, though only just enough to eliminate only the minor muscle striations of the perfectly toned body below, and in her cheeks which are as marvelously pink as the shirt that drapes her perfectly proportioned shoulders clinging effortlessly to the two tantalizingly supple breasts accenting the angelically firm stomach underneath. Her eyes, deep brown, show simultaneously the most cushioning softness capturing your heart, and the most piercing intensity locking dead to your lusting thoughts, yet refusing to care. Are matched equally in hue by her hair, pulled back to show the perfect symmetry of her ears, bringing you back down to her cheeks where the fat spreads flawlessly, forming the background for the most amazing part yet, her lips. Surrounding only the slightest portion of her top row of her teeth they capture entirely the joy she is overcome with to simply see you. They glisten in the light. The glistening catches your gaze, it moves almost rhythmically with the rocking of the ceiling fan above you. A creak from the fan averts your attention upward for a mere nanosecond, an amount of time in which your eyes don’t move, yet your mind comes to a thousand realizations at once and you are crippled by the newly present truth that this wonderful creature is not looking at you, but instead at her lover, whom she pictures in her thoughts as she stares stunningly into the digital camera she used to immortalize this image eight months ago. You do all you can to keep the tears welled up inside, but as they come through your gut falls, your eyes drop into nothingness, and your mind wonders around your miserable, down-trodden, pitiful excuse of a life and the reasoning behind your very presence. Nothing feels happier now then the thought of warming your gun while your finger toys the trigger pining nothing more than to end your pathetic existence, plummeting you back into nothing. At least in nothing you won’t have to deal with the pain of knowing there is no one else to share even your best of moments with. At least in nothing you can’t be faced with the harsh reality that your existence remains a mystery to the world. At least in nothing you can’t feel this pain. The barrel feels ice cold against your skin, you can’t tell if it’s the temperature, or the pressure of the moment weighing in on the situation, but regardless it pushes you further. As your finger caresses the trigger you take one final glimpse at the picture on your computer screen, though now all you see is the reflection of the perverted wretch you are. The click of the barrel never reaches your ears. Sound is vacuumed out. Enough of your Brain remains attached to its stem instead of the wall to take one final sweeping glimpse of your room, everything seems to be in order, it’s 3AM. You smile.

My Girl

I want a girl. I want a girl that I can love. That I can fall for every single time I look at her. A girl that no matter what she says or does I will never think anything less of her; A girl who knocks me off of my feet by just looking at me. I want to love her so bad that it hurts. That it kills me every time she has to go away. I want to love her so bad that I would do anything for her. God I know that sounds so fucking cheesy, but when I think of it whenever I have thought about wanting a girl this is what I wanted. No girl has ever really made me feel this way. Not Jaimie, not Lenora. It’s sad. I care about both of them, and did while we were and are going out. I used to think that I just loved differently. But now I know. I don’t love differently at all. It’s just all of the girls I meet and start to date don’t live up to my standards. I know it sounds selfish, but shouldn’t I be entitled to everything that everyone else claims to feel? Why shouldn’t I? I hear all these people talk about the love they’re in and it pisses me off. I used to be so damn bitter. I never knew why. Now I know. I want to experience what I see in the movies. I want to meet a girl that is amazing. That I would introduce to my parents with pride. I want to love her for my whole life. I want to look into her eyes and know that she is everything I could ever want; and I want her to see the same in my eyes. I want to grow old with her; I don’t care if it comes easy or hard, if we are dirt poor, or filthy rich, as long as our love is true. That is all I care about. The rest of life won’t matter as long as I have her. This is why I love epic movies so much. Epic movies have epic love stories. Achilles’ and Briseis; Tristan and Isolde; Rick and Ilsa; Fuck, Harry and Ginny. It doesn't matter at all. Every great movie has a great love story. And every time I see one I melt. No, that’s not gay. I fucking go crazy when I see love like that. I want it so bad. I want to be able to love someone as fiercely, passionately, and insanely as these characters. I want her to be my equal in every way. I don’t want to look up to her nor do I want her to be anywhere near below me. I want her to be someone that I am crazy for; and who is crazy for me. I want her to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, but brilliantly intelligent, horrendously funny, and amazingly real. I want a girl that whenever I see her I get butterflies in my stomach, goose bumps on my skin, and pains in my heart. I don’t know what else to say, but please God, whoever or whatever you are, if you even give a damn about me please help me find her.