Janny Hannah: A FACEBOOK ONLINE LOVE STORY: PART ONE OF WHAT I HOPE IS MANY

3/31/2022 –

Every so often I get friend requests over at Facebook. Most of the time these are scammers; they are easily spot able, aka they want to friend me and I’ll hit ACCEPT because well, there’s nothing on TV and sometimes I like to be feel wanted!!!

Meet Janny Hannah. Pretty right?

Her twin sister tried to seduced me weeks ago.

No, I didn’t use my real photo.

Thanks This Person Does Not Exist.

Janny Hannah

Facebook

You’re friends on Facebook

New Facebook Account

8:20 PM

Janny

Thanks for accepting my friend request. My name is Jenny I am from Little Rock Arkansas.and you

Enter

You sent

Duluth!!!

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Janny

Are you married single or divorce

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I am single. How about you?

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Janny

Single too

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Janny

Do you have your own house or apartment

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Neat!! So tell me about yourself? I am 26 years old and looking for someone to be my life mate. I am studying nursing in Africa but hope someday to return to America to become a world famous movie star. I live in a shoe. How about you?

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Janny

Can I see a pic of you

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Janny

I am a professional hairdresser but I am not working yet because I had issue with my manager.

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You sent

A photo of me after being released from prison in Santalanta, Nigeria on my 25th birthday!! May I see an image of you now?

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You sent

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I shot my manager, hence the reason for me being in prison. Do you like cake?

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Janny

Do you have Hangouts so that we can continue our conversation there now

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You sent

No Hangout. I have a bean bag chair I like to sit in while I watch TV. Are you a scammer?

Janny

Goodbye

You sent

Goodbye scammer!! (Psst!!! You messaged me before, using some of the same pic!! Please try harder!! I guillible, trust me, and have fallen for youse guys scam!!!! Maybe next time!!! Don’t bring up Hangout, nobody legit uses it, not even the peeps who make Hangout!! Seriously!!

Btw, thanks for the material for a blog, wasn’t sure what I going to write about!! You guys are awesome!! Tell Reverend Lovejoy I miss him!!! Where you actually from if I may ask!

[END CONVERSATION]

And like that, the chance for romance was done; no Hangout, no conversation.

Those wondering why they love Hangout, it’s cause I guess it’s an easy scammer lair, not as easily traced and well, nobody who runs the app.site gives a poop so yeah, anyways, stay tune for the next episode of AS THE SCAMMER WOOS!!!!

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THIS BROKEN HEART: A POEM

Into fires,
We go,
Our hearts ablaze,
To see the end,
To feel the blade,
Good night sweet Heaven,
Take me home,
I think I’m ready,
To taste the sweet kiss,
That memory,
Erased,
Never to be seen by that dream eyes.

There,
Among the broken remains,
Charlette stood,
In a fever dream,
Lights dimmed,
The world sinned,
The nightmare began,
As the band played on,
Silently the pain broke into a melody,
Oh sainted fever,
Break from me,
This broken heart.

My life as seen by the Devil A POEM

I sat next to her,
On the bus,
Heading Downtown,
She was with another man,
But she left with me,
Heading to my place,
Half past to three,
She loved my soul,
Kissed me there,
In a different place,
To see her eyes,
Made me fall in love,
With her,
On that bus.

MY LETTER TO THE WORLD – A POEM

Dear world,
Oh blessed,
Cursed,
Beautifully disgusting world,
You gave me everything,
That first breath,
You gave me nothing,
Ripped out that sweet love from my arms,
You gave me that vision of the stars,
High above,
But then showed me that vision,
Hell, to Fall,
From that Heaven’s grace.

That deep pain,
Heartless now,
Bitter
Filled with rage,
I love you world,
I hate you world,
Fuck you world,
I wish for life,
And you give me death,
Oh cursed,
Blessed world,
Good night!

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HENRY MILTON: A STORY OF A FALLEN MAN – CHAPTER ONE

A great sage once proposed “The greatest mistake a man can make is to fall in love with a married woman.”

Oh Henry, that man once on top of that gilt gate, fell down to the lowest levels of Hell, once he tasted that forbidden fruit of such a woman, sandy blonde hair, those blue eyes, her way, she held her lips, pressed against his, longingly, forbiddingly, he knew such lust was not right but there he stood, naked and in her room at the Morton Motel, he hands on his cock, stroking it, he was done before he could even resist.

That night, they made love, till that sun rose, breaking through the thin material of the curtains, he had told his friends, that he would be off on business and would not be back till three days passed.

She had told her husband that her mother was sick and she would be gone, they found each other at that motel room, her eyes twinkled, almost as to say, TAKE ME RIGHT THERE, and how he wanted to.

Those sages never had a woman with such grace of tongue upon their cocks, or their fine sex a glistening in anticipation of that hard cock.

“Fuck me!” she growled into his ear and he obeyed, for days, they would partake, till it was time to leave, her scent still upon him, not only on his body but in his mind, to settle there, to own him.

When they were not together, he would spend his days thinking of her, wondering if she was thinking of him, she consumed his every thought, even when he was suppose to be in a business meeting, he was thinking of her.

She was his sickness, driving him to madness, there, in the pale moonlight, he cried to God to bring her to him, to run away from that scoundrel, to him and to him alone, to confess her love to him, as she had done those nights.

She had sent him a message, “Call me ASAP…” was all it had said, he worried for hours, before he could get away to call her.

“Hello…” he heard her voice on the phone.

“Hello…” he replied.

“I’m pregnant.” she barely whispered, almost crying.

He knew it was his without her even saying a word.

She hung up as he heard someone else come into the room with her.

He sadly sighed as he laid his phone on his desk.

This was a happy moment.

This was a sad moment…

ANOTHER INTERNET LOVE STORY: Tsegay Araya – KILLED BY FACEBOOK

Every so often, I get a friend request on Facebook, I know I shouldn’t accept, they always lead to heart break, cut down too soon before they are executed or something.

They always start out the same, I hit accept, and a few minutes later, there’s a message, HELLO! HOW ARE YOU? MY NAME IS ______! I am happy to meet you!

99.9 percent of the time, the conversation soon turns.

“Do you have Hangout?”

I don’t. I should add that to my profile but these folks never ever read the profile, they just want to get to the romance quickly.

Today’s love of the moment is Tsegay Araya.

She and I were destined to be, but Facebook is a jealous monster and well, you shall see in our conversation.

Her messages are in the red, mine are in blue.

Chat Conversation Start 

You’re friends on Facebook 

Lives in Washington D.C. 

8:52 AM 

Hello how are you doing today? 

Just awful. How about you? 

Am fine nice to meet you and where are you from 

The moon. Where are you from? 

Am from Washington Dc 

And you are you happy married with kids? 

Very cool. No kids, or married, I semi-not suicidal. How about? Married with kids? 

Am single never been married? 

How old are you? 

125. 

What do you mean 

That’s my age. How old are you? 

38 AND YOU 

I’m old. Like millions of years old. nodding You are cute. 

Thanks 

What do you do for a living? 

I am an assassin. You? 

Am doing my nursing service 

Have you ever been dated online before 

Oh my yes. Met the love of my life online, Banana, but she split on me. How about you? 

You the only person i have meeting here am new person here how long have you been here 

Very long time, I forget, been online for billions of years, since the early days, when chat was pure text and cybersex was orange juice on a stick. So are you looking for dating and more? 

Am looking for a serious relationship 

Me too! Me too! So do you believe in long, prolonged deprivation of the senses? 

Are you on hangout? 

Yes are you on hangout? 

*Her profile was removed because of verification before I could respond – “TAKE ME NOW YOU FOOL!!!” Stupid Facebook* 

And hence ended that love story, it was quick but very sweet. Till next time…I am…..ME!!!!

A Love Poem

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Love is a memory,
A slight distant reach,
To kiss you,
One last time,
Sweet misery.

Love is just,
A trick,
To make you feel,
Awesome,
In that memory!

Love is life, A POEM

You are my life,
You are my everything,
Even when we aren’t together,
I think of you,
My love,
Do we make sense?
I think we do,
In spite of life’s events,
We still move together,
The stars,
Keep moving,
You are my life,
You are my home,
Some people said,
We wouldn’t make it,
But to those events,
We made it,
Beyond belief,
You are my life,
My love,
Praying to you,
My love,
Like you are Athena,
I hope you know how much I love you,
Even when I’m coming down,
Call my name,
I will be there,
To hold you near,
You are my life,
You are my everything,
I love you more than home,
I love you more than life,
Let us pray!

A Love Poem

I shall love thee in rain,
Till the end of the days,
I shall hold you in you tender,
Never let you go,
I shall kiss you in rain,
Never let you suffer in pain,
Lay with you in love,
Fly to the moon,
Realize it time,
To move

A love poem to her who passed

I shall never forget your face,
Nor you voice,
The day you died,
I cried a thousand tears,
Sang a thousand songs.
I wanted to die myself,
Still to this day,
I want to slide into that final sleep.

I have a good life,
But still to this day,
Every day feels like hell,
I want to die.

I shall never forget your kiss,
I shall try to live,
But think I am cheating,
When I find another.

I should have told you,
That day,
How I loved you,
How you were my life,
Now,
It too late,
I can’t say it,
Without people,
Saying I just milking it.

If I could hold you tonight,
Make love to you,
It would last me forever,
Maybe,
Just Maybe,
The Gods could make it a reality,
Tonight.