Dear God (Marilyn Manson and Twiggy Ramirez fan-fiction)

Marilyns P.O.V.

Now its time to get back to my sex magic. "I am sorry for the interruption." I say.

"Who was that" Pogo asks me.

"Oh it was just the religious Jesus worshipers, my friend."

Pogo rolls his eyes.

Pogo and I get back to our sex magic and after we are done Pogo goes back into his room, for we are roommates.

I feel sort of exhausted from all this fornication in one day. So I feel that I must sleep now.

After i feel asleep and R.e.m started to occur, i began to dream, dream of the young boy called Twiggy.

He was here in my bed room. Just laying there  on my bed next to me, playing with his dreads and I can't resist so I lean in for a kiss  as I pull on his....dreads. I want to do more but the sound of Pogo's alram clock startles me and I suddenly wake up.

I come to the relization of being awake and my dream.

"Damn it!" I yell angrily.

"What?" Pogo yells from his room.

I dont answer, so Pogo looks into my room.

"No." I tell Pogo sternly.

"But...Marilyn?" Pogo asks, as if he is concerned.

"No." I say again as I glare into his soul.

Pogo looks frightend.

I think for a while.

"I need to find Twiggy." I say to myself.

"Who is.."

"No one Pogo."

He just stares at me, so I stare back,deep into his eyes.

"Uhh..." Pogo says looking uncomfortable but I just keep staring.After a while of just staring, I stand up and leave the room and go into the living room and sit on the couch. Pogo follows me, as he always seems to do.

"Do you want me to make you breakfast Marilyn?" 

"I don't eat. You know that."

"Oh right,sorry." Pogo says with a aapologetic smile.

I stare at the wall,for I will do nothing today. Pogo turns on the television to watch one of his favorite shows,which is Dexter.

As I stare, I think about Twiggy...his beutiful dreads..and body. Why do I even think about  him so much? i ask myself. He is the follower of jesus!  Supposed to be my sworn enemy! I suddenly get filled with rage.

 I will find this 'Twiggy.' But how? Satan will help me, Satan always does.