Entry, the first.
I have no soul. Please don't fret - it's okay - I really don't miss what I've never had. . .and from how others talk about theirs - something that glutenous I can do without. I have had various tests done on/to me by members of numerous religious (or as the younger folks like to say: "spiritual") persuasions and they all thoroughly agree with the absence of any nebulous supernatural substance floating around the vicinity of my ribcage. So the chicken soup is just for the body. Perhaps a book:"Existential Stew for the Soulless"?!
I would refer to a lover as a "chemical mate". In the meantime - these notes: scrawled as time allows and the organism demands. Onward!