No fucking way!
I was just thinking it's interesting that people were talking about romance drama involving Bruno and in that interview from January Bruno mentioned having a new "muse" that loved his craziness. It actually does line up kind of with what the supposed family member is saying
No. He never had a girlfriend. Ever. Anywhere. (Obviously, from his drivel. Fluent only in Turbovirgin.)
He just
told people he did. He had no "muse", he had an unrequited obsession with a person who had roundly nopezoned him in no uncertain terms. He just kind of decided to pretend that that never happened & he spun a narrative to everyone else that the object of his obsession was, in fact, in a loving, long-distance relationship with him.
The blessing in all of this is that he couldn't manage to scam his way out to where he thought she lived, & she was also smart enough to give him a fake photo in one of the single-digit instances they ever interacted at all. Someone could have actually gotten hurt. Hopefully he did remove himself from Earth's equation.
I am sorry for everyone who cared for him, but the truth is that this was not a good person, not a good guy, & he didn't come from good people, either. Clearly. Garbage in, garbage out. The person who posted that facebook missive is clearly as psychotic as he is/was. He was a dogshit human being. Simple as. And I'm sorry. A lot of people overlooked the neon signs of it in his writing, & all of those people got scorched.
Those books & poems & articles aren't jokes. He was a perpetual 16yo girl wielding his diary at the world. Luckily, he also didn't have the sack to follow through on any of his violent urges. At least, so far.
All told, this guy was a fucking powder keg on the 4th of July. And not in the toxic masculinity kind of way. He was the kind of limpwristed little cunt that would've opened fire on a preschool playground because his imaginary girlfriend broke up with him the night before. Zero balls, zero spine.
I still don't know if this is a work, but if it isn't, look how he went about it. In the end, he wasn't even man enough to post his gay-as-fuck rape novella under his own name & then peacefully blast himself into the sun. He had to drag an unrelated person into his shithole to sound the alarms for him.
And in so doing, still had the fucking balls to believe, unironically, that he was an unsung hero & misunderstood artist whose greatness of pen & sword alike would only be globally realized in death.
TL;DR:
He was a selfish cunt, and an insufferable faggot, & this world is not worse off without him around to pollute it.
And I'm sorry to have to say this. I didn't want it to be true, either.