There she is,and I can already tell I love her by the back of her head. I'm not one to make small talk, so I sit, waiting and watching, planning to get off at her stop. Nobody will notice, it's a crowded bus anyways. As I had hoped, she hops off and I'm on her trail. She's bickering to some guy over the phone, but it was my chance to butt in, so I took to. "Have you ever received any groin scooping services?" was always my pickup line, not that I was registered in such union or had any license to practice, but I learned what I could looking at the diagrams until I got an intuitive"ah hah!". You could call me an autodidact, but I was mostly just interested in the lifestyle it entailed. She told me she only had the procedure done once, unsuccessfully, and it put her into spontaneous labor. Since then, she says, she had refused to dabble in the dark arts. But I adjusted my iris to her chakra, and shifted my mouth muscles to the appropriate type of smile class, and she simply could not resist the inevitable relapse. "Take me into the woods with no cone around! " she squealed like a pig in the throes of muddy ecstasy. Ten minutes later, we're there with her tied to a pine. "First, I need to take away your expectation of real facial expressions, for now and forever more with a fancy F", so I wiggled my fingers around my face, with greatest emphasis on the ring and index fingers. There's no way she could take someone's look serious then, like a gentle trauma, dissociating her from expectations. She didn't know I had lead in my blood, which let me lead her to the state she consists of now. My fingers were wiggling in the oscillations of my electrical imbalances, the excess of electrons versus my body's equilibrium, so she was developing, though gentle traumas, the worldview of a different energy frequency then the standard Earthling's alchemical based value system. At this point, she adopted the alien ideologies I inherently expressed on a different level the whole time, since birth, that she could not perceive, the pieces of the picture were emerging from the static, so she became mesmerized by my superiority in the dimensional attribute of my niche, and became totally subservient to me. True romance. "My lead levels are not properly distributed" she lamented, so I licked at her eyeballs like a liserd to get the toxic circulation flowing. She agreed to become a subset to my set, so the subsequent cannibalization was done without resistance or hesitation...the best one I'd had in years, for sure. There's nothing like the visceral pleasures of screaming OEOEOEOEOEOEOE with pure hatred, consuming the excrement of a rotting corpse while masturbating. Love comes in many different forms.
