A call from the Ghost

Beloved Howard,
Today was uncanny. I dreamt of several things, and then one after the other the intangible and unremarkable dreams all condensed into relaity, or atleast indicated toward a "prosperous", overreaching, rehabilitated yet plagued future.
Donot be impatient love, I will elaborate. But first let me apprise of the recent happening all over the world.
The Princess is TRULY happily (much to my pessimistic surprise) married...and I miss her much...but she promises to return to my life...one day...and I am willing to wait...(again much to my own surprise)..
The Freudians of the world have managed to make contact with civilization, they need more time however...n they shall get it...as will the other..(man wat is the matter with me?)...
The Insectivore has agreed to lose his much despised and reverred virgninty....and embrace my path to sluttiment....which somtime ends up with brilliant results....
Which brings me to my last update....perhaps the most consequential one...I have stumbled across someone...about whom I will refrain from speaking for he has access to these pious correspondences. However for the purpose of keeping you updated, lets call him The Lord of Anorexia.
So...getting back to the matter at hand, which is in general everything, but specifically for today, the twisted workings of the human mind...or lets call it in this case, the ASSHOLE'S mind.
Is it Christmas?....And did Santa baby completely forget me this time??...I thought not...
okay...so am I Scrooge....or anything like him??....I agree....Im not, my immortal love...
Then why, has this ghost risen form the depths of hell disrupt my averagely rebuilt life, with its mediocre bricks and insufficient walls, and its broken windows with rusty metal latches, and its assymetric checkerboard flooring, reclaiming lost Christmases...and inviting me for dinner??
Was is not enough that this Ghost once drove me to near madness...??...and at one point even force me to fall for an Undesirable...
And was it not enough that he showed a general lack of compassion, especially wen it came to entertaining a certain "Queen"...which became my excuse for a snap that had long been due..
And then he sniffed me out..after months of freedom...wherein I became "Mr. Freedom"(with several shirt buttons missing....) and called me to INVITE ME FOR DINNER?
ARE U KIDDING??
not quite....
sadly...
And to make matters worse...The Ghost is carrying his chains to emphasise my loss...my only mortal loss Howard, and I refuse to face this Ghost...not until the cosmos conspire agianst me....
Wen he does reach this kingdom far-far-away, I shall feign death, and I shall disappear, in my own pits of death, rather than face him and become another lesser immortal with my losses and my hurt flung in my face, similar to a well-aimed cumshot, only this one is actually venomous to my existence.
Goodnight Love
Yours in Silence of the Lions

Choleric