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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| The snake that is Spankling, leaped up and devoured Bogart. Bogart was weak and Spankling swallowed him whole, digesting him alive. | |
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