Frank wrote on Apr 26
th, 2017 at 6:24pm:
and yes shumucker is indeed a fucking retarded greasy sniffling idiot.
the guy is alone that he clings to the wiki being a certain way even if the other way is an improvement.
I could imagine his life right now, so devoid of human interaction on a daily basis that he resorts to naming wiki pages after mythological goddesses. The main page, named after Aphrodite, was his muse. His inspiration, his one mark he could leave on the world wishing to be remembered for. He poured his passions and hopes into it nightly. Some people have pets, or a banzai tree. But not shoe. No. He had a love one would only find once in a lifetime. It didn't matter that she wasn't "real". She was real to him and that's all that counted.
He secretly wished every night that she would come alive. Alone in the dark corner of his empty room by the nightstand. The same nightstand where people would have pictures of their loved ones. Memories of life and of love. Keepsakes of the heart. It didn't matter and to him he had barely noticed. The woman in his life was too demanding for such distractions. His cold mistress emanating a pale blue light on a white background. It flashed as the shadows scurried away. Her face revealed in all her beauty in that dark room where he spent his nights.
The tasks were thankless. Oh, how he wanted to be thanked for his daily nurturing. His every waking moment spent caring for her. To be appreciated just once? Was that too much to ask, he thought to himself. But she never reciprocated. Not once. The lack of affection had steadily weighed on his psyche. A daily reminder of his shortcomings and failures. It would prove to be too much, causing a downward spiral that affected every thing in his life. His friends no longer kept in contact with him, he didn't notice. He could not. He had missed far too many birthdays, weddings, baby showers all were ignored in favor of finding new links to add to her. To complete her body. His family had passed away through the years and he had not noticed. Missing the funerals as he contracted RSI slaving away painstakingly by that nightstand.