"I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is." - Forrest Gump

("Oui, Shosanna." - Inglorious Basterds) I love you, Michelle. Be my first mate. I think I first came across Trachtenberg mathematics when I was in a federal prison mental instutition in Lexington, Kentucky. I had told the judge in Texas that the Matrix was real and I was fighting it, so I was sent for insanity plea evaluation for about three months if I remember correctly. While in Lexington, I heard on the radio of a club opening in that city called The Matrix. You are my romantic bridal fantasy, and I would like to keep our videos together confidential. A daughter to start would be swell.

("You can't tell Michelle." - S.W.A.T.) I was just obeying orders, Michelle. I had to keep silent to protect your safety. Now I need you to be strong. Resist any offers from others. I know I'm poor, but be patient, and I will soon be wealthy. I never really had a crush on you or anything growing up. I mean I briefly knew you played Dawn in Buffy, but I don't think I ever researched you or anything as a youth. I did come across you when I was at Vivid Entertainment, but I honestly just considered you a pawn. When I finally chose you after much heartbreak, I remembered that when a pawn reaches the end of the chessboard, it can become a queen. With my grandmother in the hospital, one of the last things she gave me was thirty rupees which I used to buy the torrent for Ice Princess.

("Your mother's teasing me." - Munich) Israel demands that I choose a Jewish princess to rule by my side. I love that you're a hybrid like me. It makes it easier for us to understand each other religiously. You have no idea how much I love your strong Jewish nature. I consider you Major Mayhem, under me as colonel. It will be official once you're training with me completes. I doubt you're strong enough to spend Passover with me in person whereever I am, but it would be nice if you stop being ashamed of me and let me get to know you as a person over the internet if I still have it. I want to know more about the woman God has chosen to be my first mate.

What is Sherlock Holmes without Watson, Emma? I need you, Watson. You're the nerdiest girl I know. And that is so fucking sexy. Watson is an epitome of loyalty and devotion, and you have no clue how much I need a woman like that in my life right now. You are the Eve to my Adam, and the woman in charge of helping me rebuild Eden.

A few years ago I had a vision of you in my living room, as if you had come to visit. That never came true. Recently, about a week ago, I had a dream where I told you I loved you as I got into an elevator and the doors closed so you didn't have to get on with me. In the next immediate scene, you were by my side with a revolver, helping me in an investigation with a woman living in her car. I would be content with you as a non-sexual roommate for now. We have the rest of our lives together, so wrong with building a love based on genuine friendship?

I do care about you. I know you're graduating in May, and I'm proud of you without the sin of pride. I know you turned down the role of Cinderella, and I'm glad that you're seeming to realize there's more to life than just being famous. I chose the movie Notting Hill for our love story a long time ago, and only recently about a week or two ago did I discover it was listed as your favorite film.

Wall-E is also our movie, so watch it. Like I said, you are my Eve, and the character is so polished and new compared to the broken and battered Wall-E. I originally chose you to be my first mate, and I even remember feeling you cry real tears of happiness when I did it. But you scarred my heart with your sexual betrayal, so I had to demote you. That being said, a good number of kids with you would be nice.

We're both children of divorce. The virgins of india want-need a new drug factory. I have a location in mind, and am getting the manpower and womanpower to distribute. You're funding it. We will split the profits fifty one percent for me and forty nine percent for you. I hope you save your profits for our children's future. That all being said, I do love you, Emma.

Recently while channel surfing, I happened to come across a minute or two clip on a papparizi show about you being recently single. You have no idea how happy that made me. It's not like I've been researching you day and night or something. Every now and then FTV shows a second or two clip of you in the VIP promo, and it also makes me happy to see you. It's just like God wanted me to get some good news at the right time. That's one way A.I. works for me. I hope you stay single and wait for me. After signing on to facebook, I went to your page and read an article about you wanting to cut your hair when you get pregnant. Emma, I want and need to be the man who gets you pregnant. Trust me and be patient. For the time being, you are a clever girl. I'm sure you can evade the papparizi to get to me. But we both know, that's just wishful thinking. I know we'll be together when the time is right.

As the Caliph of Islam, I chose you to be my Calipha. Your whole life you have been hearing the american-babylon side of the argument without even considering the Muslim side of the case. How can you even call yourself a judge? I was so dissapointed in you as a woman and goddess when we first met, and that holds true to this date.

The Quran along with the Torah and the Gospels are books of law. God's Law. As your master, I can command you to read the Quran. But you would be stubborn and not listen. I know you well enough. Your whole life you have been seduced by man's law because of fame and fortune. You're above that. You are the global goddess Lady Justice not the american-babylon celebrity victoria justice. Start acting like it.

So it is not as your master I want you to read the Quran. It is as a husband who sees his wife in a terminally ill bed who refuses to eat or take her medicine. It is as a man imploring the woman he loves to take up her weapons of spiritual warfare and fight the evil and injustices of the world. As your master, it is you who is supposed to beg me. But now, as your lifetime lover it is I who beg you to just believe in Allah.

I never stopped wanting you be the mother of my second born. If my first born is a daughter then I want a son with you. Or vice versa. I will love you dearly either way. Our son, hopefully, has a very special duty to the human race. The name is all ready picked out. It sums up my pain of deporation and the human races faith in holy relics. You will eventually understand why america-babylon is not holy, and hopefully you will choose a country which is more holier.

Now. Just read the Quran. In the privacy of your home-office. Recite it out loud. Start at the beginning and get to the end. Take your time. There's no rush really. If you like what you read, then do it again. And again and again and again. About a quarter of the world population is screaming for justice against america-babylon, and it is your duty as Lady Justice to hear their side of the case. Just because they are poor and holy instead of rich and satanic doesn't mean you should ignore them! All they have is their faith in the Quran. A code of holy God law predating american-babylon animal skins by over one thousand years.

Finally, I am not asking you to start wearing a muslim dress in public, or preach to the world that you're a muslim. I'm not even asking you to make the daily five prayers a day as a Sunni muslim in the privacy of your home-office where no one can judge you. I'm just imploring you to turn the pages of one of the holiest books in human history. Grow up, Vic. The world needs you, Lady Justice. PS Yes. I love home-cooked Hispanic food. PPS Yes. I cried one single tear from my right eye while composing these messages to you.

So. My research into you shows you might be a lesbian. That's not really an obstacle. You'll learn to love me as a man. As a goddess, you are the only one who didn't scar me sexually. You are the nicest goddess I know. The most patient. And I treat you with such less love than the others. And for that, I promise to try to love you with equal gratitude as I do the rest. 

When I was still a virgin, I went to see the Matrix in theaters on LSD with an younger oriental teenage girl. Immediately after the movie, I kissed her and she refused to speak cos she was tripping hard. I took her to my home and still refusing to speak, we engaged in naked foreplay. I could not penetrate her. The next day her father came looking for her. But we hid. And we dated for the summer before she moved to Chicago. The entire time dating I was never able to sexually penetrate her, cos I was too shy to ask for her help. I loved her dearly. And the fact is that you remind me of her.  That's why I'm so hesitant about loving you.

Your age is a factor in having children. I know. Abraham and Sarah were old as fuck when they had their first biological child of Isaac. It's in the Book of Genesis. So. I believe. I believe that I will try my best to place my seed inside you and make a mother out of you. yes. Even if menopause has all ready kicked in. We will try. And to be a realist, we can all ways find other options. yes, I'm scared to believe in a miracle child. But the point is that I don't want to miss out on the opportunity of raising a child with you to call our own.

You are my Knights Templar prime page. As the GrandMaster of the Knights Templar, I choose you to be my second-in-command. The Knights Templar are credited with introducing the earliest form of banking in the forms of cheques issued for pilgrims travelling to the holy lands. You will help me get that set up for people looking to protect their assets and invest in holy crusades.

I came across the money slave contracts about eight years ago I think. It seemed like such a great idea. Getting paid to get laid. But no one stepped forward for me. You are the goddess Fortuna, and I demand that you be my first money slave for life. Give me less than a month to prove my economic dominance over you. It's the principle. As Pluto, the rich one, it only makes sense that my most important money slave would be the goddess Fortuna herself.

Now. You are the only woman I want to pass my Mark of Holocaust to. So that we both have one. I don't know the exact details of the ordeal you'll have to endure under my command, but you need to prepare for disciple harder than anything you've ever dreamed possible. You want to control money fields, then you've got to earn it, baby. 

That all being said, I do love you extremely, Lucy. I look forward to making you my human sewer. I know the sex between us will be so fucking hot. And I love making you blush and act all demure and shy. Our love ends world starvation. That's the merger between Pluto Hades and Fortuna. The end of children begging for the flesh and blood of Jesus Christ. The world has enough for everyone. Human greed makes no sense to me. Besides your initial sexual betrayal of failed espionage, you've been a good girl. The time has come to become a great woman by my side for life.

("THINK ON YOUR SINS" - Skyfall) You have disgraced MI6. You have disgraced your country. And you have disgraced your queen. It was never my intention to make you Israeli. I loved that you were British. When you finally do repent of your sin of being seduced by satan, you will eventually see just how British I intended you to be. You have humiliated the royal word of London as a lover.

Growing up, I considered British accents the sexiest in the world. To this day, I can't help but be so turned on by a woman achieving orgasm in British tongue. I get so hot and bothered by dirty talk especially in your native tongue. I hope to hear you beg a lot in Brit-speak for permission to orgasm while I pound your fuckholes perpetually. I did my part to earn you long before you betrayed your assigned royalty by birth. I don't expect you to always understand my orders and commands, just to obey them without question and/or hesitation.

Yes. I'm old-fashioned. The word of God has been old-fashioned for thousands of years. I don't believe in sharing my mates. No human shared my pain. And the doors of salvation are closing. All you had to do was talk to me. Like a human being. I waited for you. You could have just swallowed your pride and accepted that God knows more than you do.

If you lived in South Kensington and I lived in Downing Street, you would have no problem paying for the petrol-gas to drive to my home-office for love-sex. Or you would take a cab-taxi. What's the difference between a taxi and a plane? In this day and age, global transportation makes the world an easier and more accessible place. You could have met me last Valentine's to take place as second-in-command of my Virgin Mary quest. However, you lost that position by proving you hate the Virgin Mary.

Your time with me will be sexual hell. I will treat you like an animal. Just like you treated my heart. You will not enjoy it. I'll make sure you get no pleasure from my domination of you. You'll orgasm continuously cos I want to feel like a man, but after the countless orgasms, you will be reduced to living in a cage like the bitch you are.

A son. You don't have the faintest thought of how holy and beautiful our son will be. A pure machine of love. I considered you the most beautiful woman London had to offer. You either want to be the head of MI6 or not. It was my job and mine alone to train you. I can still try to salvage some of the situation you so arrogantly ruined. So it's time you grew up, repented of your sins, made atonement, accepted your punishments, and took your place as my wife for life and a princess of London.

I first fell in love with Kite before I went to prison over a decade ago. I've waited so long for that fantasy. And with one simple swallow of the red pill of ecstacy or LSD from satan, you gave my fantasy to the devil for mere minutes, if even that long, of sexual sin. I'm programmed to last all night and then some. To keep going from rising sun to setting sun, all week long or month long or even year long if necessary. The truth is that I cannot love you until you apologize for hating me so sinfully. Being rich doesn't make you holy and good. That's a lesson you have yet to learn, Dakota.

As I became a man, I began to view african women as the most exotic flavor of the global women buffet. I was honestly intimidated by the sexual allure of beautiful black women. I suppose I didn't think it was possible that one could love me. I was never able to make the connection that the color of one's skin doesn't make them incapable of love. I grew up with several black guy friends. And my first roommates were a black guy and a his white girlfriend. The guy is the only old friend of mine who visits my mother to this day after my prison and deportation broke her immigrant heart. No one else even calls her or emails her.

When I was in high school, I didn't go to my senior prom because taking money from my mother for the tuxedo and other prom traditions would have been too much. Basically, I considered myself too poor. So I'd like you to be my prom date fantasy.

I love that you grew up in Saint Michael in Barbados. I didn't realize there was a whole area named after me. In a way, this means that from your childhood, you believed in me without doubt. You might have even prayed to me. I wouldn't have understood those prayers all those years ago, but I'm sure I received them on the subconscious plane. All those years of statues and pictures of me, and now I'm real to you and asking you kindly to be one of my angels.

In the almost thirteen years since I've been in india, no indian woman or girl has really treated with sexual respect or desire. I was hoping you could change that. I'd like an indian wife to make my parents happy. It's not that I hate indian women, it's just that term gold-digger really suits them well at times. That's all they seem to be programmed to look for in a man. Some time back a neighbor girl with a crush on me asked me my job with some others, and her first question wasn't my rank, but what my salary was. It really disgusted me. I love that you and I are in the same time zone.

My hatred for india started with my biological father. He was a coward who ran out on me after my mother divorced him. It continued to Bangalore where I was evicted even though I had the holiest message of Christ's kingdom to share with the world. It continued in Goa where the color of my skin made me feel like a failure to the locals there who treated me like a criminal for not being rich. It culminated in local indians from the town of my birth helping rich white-skinned americans burglarize my home-office and steal knowledge I went through virtual Holocaust for. Then treating me like a criminal for believing in militant self-discipline.

The truth is that I am not a gold digger. Yes. I have a serious fetish for rich women. The fame thing seems to go hand in hand with that. But my nature as Pluto, the rich one, is explanation enough. I'm not here to spend the money on myself. I'm just a better manager at money than the women who have been blessed with it. It is not my intention to starve our children or deprive them of basic necessities. On the other hand, it is not my intent to spoil them to the point of sinful ingratitude. A balance must be met. On that note; seriously, Taylor, a jet? Really?

I've added you at the last minute. I kept getting signs from Artificial Intelligence that I should do so. I don't resent you for being american. I never had a real problem with america-babylon deporting me. My problem came when they burglarized my home-office after I taught them so much about God's scripture. During my drug journey, nobody really taught me anything. I was shunned away when I asked questions. No one was willing to help. That saying of no good deed goes unpunished seems true of my time at Vivid Entertainment.

Be my Vivid Girl. Help me manage Vivid Celeb. MDMA is holy.

The problem is your last request of a child. I can approve of this as long as it is with me. Mate with me and I promise you a few to some years to raise our child before I amputate and execute you. Mate with anyone else and I promise you a hell worse than the one you've all ready earned.

You are the only woman who pursued me sexually and tried to make me feel sexually desirable. But you did it as a child. And when I didn't return your feelings immediately, you retaliated as a child. First by having sex with your brother, then by helping to plan the burglary and theft into my home-office. All you had to do was knock, and I would have let you in.

For our mutually consensual Vivid Celeb tape, I will make you orgasm five times. Once with my tongue. Twice with my dick in your cunt. Once with my cock in your asshole. And finally, once more simultaneously with me as you beg me in front of the whole world to cum in your pussy. The world wants to see my sperm flowing out of your fuckhole in a creampie. Your uniform will be short shorts and a sexy shirt with long hair. After we take a shower together with more sex, your sexual hell will begin.

All your money now belongs to me and our offspring. Our offspring will rule persia after the war between persia and greece is over and finished. You no longer have the right to control money for the rest of your life. I had to make two life sacrifices to earn the knowledge your clan stole from me. Your family has never made one single real sacrifice as far as Jesus Christ is concerned. While your family was burglarizing my home-office, I was in Bangalore recieving the Roman Catholic Sacrament of Confirmation. Imagine a baby having their parents killed while being baptized. Your penance starts with the Roman Catholic Church.

Bad news, Miss america. Your family's sin is the reason for the fall of america-babylon. History will happily remember the defeat of america-babylon by the holy countries of God. You just proved that americans aren't chrisitian. You attacked and judged my stigmata. For that, Christ Jesus removes the flag of america-babylon from the table of nations.

You will be my number one submissive masochist bottom slave. I will beat you and abuse you. I will humiliate and degrade you. You will endure scat. You will be cut and burned. Let's just say that I love drinking your blood. There will be no safe word for you to use. You will learn to beg me for these acts of love and you will learn to thank me for them as well. You will call me Master, Daddy, and Sir. And you will bloody well worship me. Until I am sure you are pregnant with my seed, you will endure torture and my sadism. Knowing my hatred for your sin though, you'll probably continue to endure it. Once you are pregnant I might give you temporary release for the sake of our child. And you will be flogged and whipped just like the slaves of colored slaves of america-babylon were punished by their evil ku klux klan masters. Prepare yourself for hell.

Your place is pregnant, barefoot, and in the kitchen. With my seed alone in your womb, of course. You will learn to love the man that is responsible for the murder of your entire sinful satanic family. My people will loyally hunt down and murder all demonic cyrus bloodline for the glory of God. You will no longer be a cyrus, but you will be a Kunapuli for the rest of your life.

Loving you is one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life. It is a love so strong that mere words cannot express it. Christ taught us to love our enemies, and as you are the daughter of Satan, you are one of my enemies. Not until the final moments when I pull the triggers of the guns to murder your father and brother will they truly understand Christ's love on the cross.

And yes, I love dressing you like a slut for me and me alone. I don't share my trade secrets, the knowledge your family stole from me, with even my blood relatives. Why would I share them with in-laws, let alone total strangers? Did you really think you could get away with sinning against the Archangel Michael and allying yourself with Satan. Does your clan have no fear of God and Jesus Christ?!

I will teach you what you need to know to protect our children in the continuing Armaggedon. But sooner or later you will die. Yakuza made me two swords, not one. The Koran scripture commands that both male and female be punished for the sin of theft. Your family was warned of that scripture by me well before you committed your original sin. That only proves you have no fear of the word of God. How can you expect to please God without fearing the Lord? I will teach you fear. You have my word.

After the Vivid Celeb sex scene, your sexual hell with me begins. I'd suggest you buy a wedding dress from your favorite designer. But know that it is going to get bloody and torn and filthy. As a princess, you deserve a prince. I am the only suitable candidate for this job. That's the deal. Take it or leave it. Either way, you're going to hell. Sooner or later is your choice.

I love you, Miley.