Dear James,

I am nature. I am eros. I have placed a curse upon you.
A curse so slippery and devious in its nature that you, having been cursed, cannot even bring yourself to wish release from the curse. Before, you had hopes and dreams. You had aspirations for a lovely girlfriend, for school, to write, to improve yourself. My curse began as a little spell, and turned into another. And another. And little by little, my spellcraft has gotten under your skin. Erotic spells, merely playful at first, now darkly seductive and ever-present. And as you are descovering, the urge, the seduction, the horniness is becoming ever-present. 

What happened to your dreams? Your hunger for something more?
I have bound them up onto your lust, and caused you to
SQUIRT THEM out of the tip of your penis.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...

 
How can you possibly escape? By shoving it up a cunt? No. That only makes it worse.
I have cursed you.