In Continuum.

Dear Mr. M

Host,"Welcome,ladies and gentlemen!Welcome to tonight's showcase of mysteries,mischiefs and manipulations from the master of deception himself,Mr. M!I promise you tonight,that the person you brought along with you,be it a partner or yourself,shall be transformed into a totally different person by the end of the night!For Mr. M is one of a kind,the most cunning of all magicians!So without further ado,please give the warmest welcome to the one,the only,Mr. M!!!"

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This is what happens when a person is too nice.

And trying to settle things with a particular jackass,what you want is to settle things once and for all.You dont want a certain issueto be dragged out,since it was already dragged to this very point.You want to be clear of your intentions,clear of his intentions,and then tell him or her just what the hell you expect to happen.To be short and sweet,straightforward in an argument is crucial if you want to be at the top of the game,to be sharp,to be on the winning end,because jackasses dont usually like to settle things face to face,no matter how much they are willing to do so. They dragged the issue simply because they are indecisive,that they have no idea what to do with the current situation.And if you are nice,they are going to take full advantage of that,eat your heart out and then drag you at the back of their cars.That's what happens when a person is too nice.

But me?

I am not nice.

This is an open-letter to Mr. M,and M is for Motherfucker.

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Thirty-thousand feet above the surface of the sea,the engine of the plane hummed softly on either side of the plan,hanging from below the great span of wings.The clouds went on by,as the giant metal bird flew threw time zones after time zones.Like a time capsule,you are now travelling through time,travelling into the past to a country with a different time zone altogether.You are worrying about jet lag,you are worrying about the cold.You have no idea what to expect,but who gave a shit about all those?You were there,you were there with her.You were having a twenty hour conversation with her,and nothing else mattered.Nothing did.Just another doll you want to get your hands - or penis - on this time.

A cold Italian street,an empty road.The weater was great,as it was cold.Hand in hand you walked,to an unknown hotel.The lights were turned down,all was quiet.Things went out of hand,the doll succumbed to your fanciful wordplay.You were in trouble,but you didnt care.You were messing not with limbs of this puppet now,but emotions and heart.You are messing with the wrong woman,the woman of mine.And this is the price you pay,to be an asshole.

Mr. M,the word 'motherfucker' doesnt begin to explain just how big a jackass you are.As i was telling a friend yesterday night,i secretly wished those cuts your girlfriend made to herself would finally take their toll on her.I would bury her with my bare hands six feet under,then feed her intestines to you as you are tied naked to a pole in the middle of the street.Then chop you up into diced meat to feed to the crows.After all,the world will be better off without a suicidal bitch and a penis with legs.You toyed with her,and you toyed with my beloved.So how does it feel to be placed in such a position now?To be played by something you have not a clue of.Who is this man,you wonder.What have i ever done to him?

Guess what,i am the lover of the doll.You toyed with the wrong one,that's all.

What is it that you really want,truly?Do you see yourself as this charming,charismatic man,with hordes of woman following in your footsteps?Do you like what you see in the mirror,with those short hair and puffy eyes,plagued with the previous night's lack of sleep?Do you like what you see in the mirror,that jerkoff staring back at you?

You dont play with people like that,people dont have strings hooked into their skins,and they are not in scales.They are life-sized,and they are real.They do not succumb to your fancy words forever,not even when you are drunk and you are vulnerable.It doesnt mean anything,to call up somebody and tell her that you want her,just because you are intoxicated or because there is a ticklish feeling in your crotch that could only lead to one word in the Oxford dictionary: Horny.Let's face it,you are the shame of men,you are the shame to all of us.Because there are good men in this world,good men who are not willing to be called a 'man' because of the existence of individuals such as yourself.People are losing faith,people are losing trust.People are retreating into the darker corners because there are people like you,people like you with your brain in your dick,if you have one in the first place.

She was at my place the other day,i bet you didnt know that.We were in bed,under my blanket and just talking in whispers.And the mentioning of you,the mentioning of your accursed name sent streams of tears down her face,like the way rain would streak down the windowpanes.Yes,that is the damage you've done to her,that deep scarred heart of hers is still surviving,but bleeding as we speak.Do you not see that every single time you make a pathetic attempt to contact her,it is the materialization of your sword through her heart?Do you not see,just how great a damage you have caused?It doesnt help that you told her that you ARE a jerk,that you cannot help being a two-timer.As much as i think your current girlfriend is a totally dumb fuck,i think it is also fair to say that what you are doing to her,is evil.

When a girl is cutting herself in the morning just to get your attention,confiscating your phone just so that you are faithful to her,do you seriously think that the word "Love" uttered from her mouth is pure and true?Do you seriously think that you can abuse that word,to use it like a bloody punctuation just so that you can get into the pants of girls?You are wrong,because some girls fight back,peacefully or violently.Some people are nice,and that doesnt mean you can toy around with them like they are your toys.Because they are not,for they are red-blooded human beings like,though i am not too sure about you.You are scum,you are a schmuck.You are a low-life,and you are shit on feet.Because you do not just hurt her,you hurt me.

You do not know how it felt like that night,in front of the computer and feeling utterly helpless.The thought of you broke her down,drenching the keyboards and her shirt,and i wasnt even there to comfort her,to hold her in my arms.She doubted the word "love",doubted you.Doubted me,doubted everything.And all of that because your penis decided to run wild one cold Italian night.She lost trust in everything she believed,and believed in nothing else but betrayal and lies.And what was your role in every one of this mistrust and disbeliefs?Every single one of them.

And there i was in front of my computer,feeling utterly helpless because i couldnt get my hands on your throat.There she was at the battle front,battling the inner demons - battling you - while i sit in front of the computer wanting to kill you.I couldnt even protect her,the woman i love.I really wanted to,and you should thank your lucky star that i didnt find your Friendster profile only later on in the week.I know who you are,and i know your fucking face.Once she is not in my vicinity and i see your pathetic face,i am going to smash it with my fucking fist.I choked a Secondary School mate's throat before,i can do it again,public or not.

So here's a hateful letter to you,Mr. M.Because i am telling you right now that no matter what kind of tricks you try to pull in the future on my dearest,you are going to lose in every single way,because i shall stand by her and see her through every one of the obstacles you set for her.I am going to be there,and what are you going to do about that pretty boy?Are you going to set off more charms and then throw some more of your pretty words around,taking them for granted?I am going to be in her hands,physically or not,and i am going to lead her through everything and tell her to be free.Be free of you,be free of your grasp.Because at the end of the day,no matter what your pathetic mind conjures,i am always going to be the winner at the very end.

Because she has my love and i have hers,and that is all that matters in a battle of love.I will always win,as long as i have that.As long as i have her.

So scram for a lower-life.Scram into her scarred arm.She mutilated herself,she did those for you.Lick her wounds,lick them like a dog.Because soon enough you are not going to be mending wounds but tearing them apart like you did with my beloved.But know it when i say this,your current girlfriend is not going to have a person to stand by her the next time she decides to put a blade to her skin.Are you going to do that motherfucker?Are you going to do that?Let her go,let my beloved go.Get a grip of yourself and perhaps wank off a little bit.It helps,it most certainly does.And while you are at it,look at yourself in the mirror and be thankful that it is still intact,that i havent smashed your sad pathetic face into oblivion.