Cyber-schizophrenia did this to me. I came to this place to let out the feisty voice inside me. It slithered and cavorted, enjoying the freedom to dangle desires and drives before others.
Some of the desires are actually mine. Some I once had, or toyed with. Some are not me at all. My hip-thrusting snake-dance began to make my real self feel base.
And so I created Bogart. I wanted to enjoy life with these people (who used to be strangers) as myself. Bogart was me without dropping the mask. I held up a mask that looked like me.
This community was goods to Bogart and received him well. But even he was a deception, for I wasn't admitting that they knew me as Spankling.
Then, like all schizophrenics, there came a day when the false me stepped out and demanded attention. Spankling cavorted under the name Bogart and Bogart was undone.
The snake that is Spankling, leaped up and devoured Bogart. Bogart was weak and Spankling swallowed him whole, digesting him alive.
