the email from a chick who likes the way i bleed

 Last night i got an email from a chick i know, another writer. She told me that. she thinks I'm "so fuckin sexy babe" and that "its the way you write, its so fucking  raw and brutal, it makes me wanna pounce" Hearing my cathartic ramblings and rants that i long ago stopped pretending were art or poetry cause arousal in another human being shows me just how voyeristic a world we live in. our favorite form of entertainment is the people who live across the street, our coworkers , friends, anyone as long as its real and unscripted. we don't want acting we want suffering. shr doesn't care how or why I.write its the bloodstains she wants, as long as they're real and they lead to a corpse