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The Philosophy of the Modern Age Female. (Vagina Walker)
For when there is the inability to deeply connect, it is the imbalance of the Feminine Energy. As seen through the lens of not just men but females alike, there is this undesirable flow that harms rather than nurtures. Could it be the obsession of Vicky being the true nature of what one observed as nurturing? Inability to control the inner soul leads to the inability to build bridges and relationships. As her addiction is the lower plane of all her daily routines leading to emptiness, yearly regression & the defensive nature and pride of ones self destruct. But the most mysterious part of this whole existence is as to why was this soul be put and commeth into my eyes?
As there is a Lunar, there is the polar, the balance, the harmony, the rhythm. Nightly, there is a timeline that can be the reminder of life and the illusionary of time. Her cycles have been wasted as the calendar by moon calculates this. If the addiction is to be beaten, then the suffrage and detox commences. Due to the abuse of many years, her mind like a tree of adaption; was wired to numb any existing pain. But when one is to detox, there is the rise of imbalance as the process takes place. Her feminine being excess or of deficiency. Imbalance. Her masculine halted as it is the force of will. Her engine deadlocked, then regression.
But on average, this is the the ideals sheltered. Whoring, abuse, troublesome. It is through my own experiences that there is a heathen or the inability to establish deep connection. There is the need to point out, the meme, to clown, and parade the idea that the modern age within females is exactly as what we would expect. But what lies beneath the soil are roots of problems deeper requiring curiosity as to why. Culture, lust, influence, material reliance, and rebellion to conform. Pride, inability to control emotion, self-destruction, history of abuse, substance abuse, and lack to understand the basic essential of harmony. As to when there is such, there is flow, a current, communion, oneself to becoming one with the other, and sex in the deep for when there is deep connection, sex is no longer the drug one once visualized.
Five months since then. Failure of such destiny in the making of my fantasy is not the result of the Queens actions as she has performed much needed measures to make my dream come true. Simply, it is the nature and culture of the modern age. Picture an orchard or field of blueberry trees. For some reason there is hardly any blueberries in this field as there are hundreds of trees. There are blueberries, but they come by rare so you must walk the field in search for such. This is the condition now. Even with compromises, my sacrifice of my pride was never enough for the women who have schemed and whored while I was nurturing to them have failed to understand the needs of my emotions, feelings and alone world. It is by this I have concealed more over secrets. Taken into consideration the tide. Understood the complexity of lower plane women, and remained at peace while I travel uncharted waters. If the dear one you crush on, if the dear female you intent to, if she is never of the growth of your garden, she is no use to you. Men should never serve them as it is their duty to fertilize. Men plant, harvest, grow as it is their will. Women nurture by watering, pulling weeds, maintenance, and organizing the garden. As I have learned through the hard way, this is a truth that women intend for your power struggle in this modern age. They refuse to work in harmony but rather against it. They become helpless from their own decisions and pride. Vicky for instance, found that I had a world of fruits and water. My house had food on the table, my rooms were cleaned, my garden was growing that I was only attending to. With my compassion to her, as I put forth my own emotions and energy. She came into this world I just visualized, walked in, grabbed the food on the table, ate most of it, left the dinner table without putting the dishes in the sink, then walked out leaving behind a mess with dirt all over the carpet and hardwood floor. She slept in my bedroom without putting back together the bed. She went to my garden and picked my fruits and in doing so, stepped all over my flowers, my soil, and didn't even have the consideration water any of my plants. After everything of her being in my world I desperately tried to maintain, she left behind a mess, anger, more work for me to do, and a more incite into how women behave that are whores.
But the answer is clear as to why she came into my world. My brother had such a women with the bluest eyes that went by a resembling name to Vicky. Though his friends mislead him into substance abuse (hard drugs), she is the false feminine spirit that was apart of his death. As the two have a history of substance abuse, they projected this low energy onto others. Causing harm especially to the mans heart. The reason this evil women came into my existence was because I attracted her unfortunately from a world of whores, demons, dark spirits and false feminine spirits. If anything, I was a divine fellow, pure in my own world and this portal of such whores decided to throw one of their own my way so I can suffer and fall for yet again a Vagina Walker. But time has also made me realize something deeply about modern age women. My character and heart are very well above them. For the real Queens exist in deeper places then some whore that projected her abuse story onto me. This bitch will remain in a constant cycle of misery and hell. A hell she created from her ignorance. Her future men will abuse her, she will contemplate suicide and she will continue to make bad decisions. For the five months after, it was never my problem to deal with as she did not have any decency. Just another speed bump and waste of time. Her actions against me and the Queen, have resulted in my deep resentment. As I once seethed so harshly without rage, now I plan, make upon more attendance to my book of secrets. As to, as to, as to why, as to how my Harem will become never more a dream but the world of in which I emotionally want my Queens to find as I know when they commeth, into my door and the realm of my comfort, they will attend to me, serve me as once they do, I will construct upon a fine forest to where we dance under the Lunar, as to it is our timeline because we establish our Harmony in our Gender.
For when there is the inability to deeply connect, it is the imbalance of the Feminine Energy. As seen through the lens of not just men but females alike, there is this undesirable flow that harms rather than nurtures. Could it be the obsession of Vicky being the true nature of what one observed as nurturing? Inability to control the inner soul leads to the inability to build bridges and relationships. As her addiction is the lower plane of all her daily routines leading to emptiness, yearly regression & the defensive nature and pride of ones self destruct. But the most mysterious part of this whole existence is as to why was this soul be put and commeth into my eyes?
As there is a Lunar, there is the polar, the balance, the harmony, the rhythm. Nightly, there is a timeline that can be the reminder of life and the illusionary of time. Her cycles have been wasted as the calendar by moon calculates this. If the addiction is to be beaten, then the suffrage and detox commences. Due to the abuse of many years, her mind like a tree of adaption; was wired to numb any existing pain. But when one is to detox, there is the rise of imbalance as the process takes place. Her feminine being excess or of deficiency. Imbalance. Her masculine halted as it is the force of will. Her engine deadlocked, then regression.
But on average, this is the the ideals sheltered. Whoring, abuse, troublesome. It is through my own experiences that there is a heathen or the inability to establish deep connection. There is the need to point out, the meme, to clown, and parade the idea that the modern age within females is exactly as what we would expect. But what lies beneath the soil are roots of problems deeper requiring curiosity as to why. Culture, lust, influence, material reliance, and rebellion to conform. Pride, inability to control emotion, self-destruction, history of abuse, substance abuse, and lack to understand the basic essential of harmony. As to when there is such, there is flow, a current, communion, oneself to becoming one with the other, and sex in the deep for when there is deep connection, sex is no longer the drug one once visualized.
GuntMaster2000
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this is all so interesting.
Gore San
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Vagina walker sounds like some mythological hentai creature that is possibly an undead shape shifter from a low budget anime porn from the 90s. Or the name of an obscure guitarist from the 80s who wears eyeliner tight clothes and has a mullet. Vagina walker Texas toast ranger.
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Vagina Walker: Texas Ranger.
Gore San
⛧ Ć̸̢̧̧̲̰̣͙̖̟̜͕̖͓̣̱̮̣̙̯̜̮̖̣̙̓̑͊̊͋͗̌̐̍̋͋̎̉̓͒͑̀̕͝͝r̵̡̛̰̘͓͎̲͕̖͚͖͕͙̬̣͕̤̣̭̲̙͕͛͛̆̄̃͐̉͑̀̎̎̽͛͋̌̔́̈͘͘͜͝͝͝i̷̧̢̫̣̜͕̣̼̳͉̭͊͆m̷͔̼̠̖̮̪̽̈́͌͑̈͆̂́͌̑̑̿́̑̐͋͒̽͋̈́̃̇̎͑͒̔͌̿̒̐͑̽̍̎̑͗̿̕̕͝s̵̯̦̩̪̼̄̍̋̇̐̅̅͆̒̉̔͑̍̌̽̐͑̈́͐̎͛͆̐͊͂̏̔͒̚͘͝͝͠ò̸̢̮̭̋̋͋̐̍́͊̇̓̐̑̈̋̅̐̃̈́̃͆̎̐̆̀̎̓̃̒̌̎̕̚̚n̶̼̮̫̠̥̳̼̪̙̕
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The moon cycle thing also gave it a werewolf vibe. Maybe it was a were vagina. Walks amogus by day and becomes a pussy at night. Maybe it's afraid of the dark. I don't know where I'm going with this.
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I once thought I had autism for like 3 weeks but then I realized I was just bored.
GuntMaster2000
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no, you have autism.
Gore San
⛧ Ć̸̢̧̧̲̰̣͙̖̟̜͕̖͓̣̱̮̣̙̯̜̮̖̣̙̓̑͊̊͋͗̌̐̍̋͋̎̉̓͒͑̀̕͝͝r̵̡̛̰̘͓͎̲͕̖͚͖͕͙̬̣͕̤̣̭̲̙͕͛͛̆̄̃͐̉͑̀̎̎̽͛͋̌̔́̈͘͘͜͝͝͝i̷̧̢̫̣̜͕̣̼̳͉̭͊͆m̷͔̼̠̖̮̪̽̈́͌͑̈͆̂́͌̑̑̿́̑̐͋͒̽͋̈́̃̇̎͑͒̔͌̿̒̐͑̽̍̎̑͗̿̕̕͝s̵̯̦̩̪̼̄̍̋̇̐̅̅͆̒̉̔͑̍̌̽̐͑̈́͐̎͛͆̐͊͂̏̔͒̚͘͝͝͠ò̸̢̮̭̋̋͋̐̍́͊̇̓̐̑̈̋̅̐̃̈́̃͆̎̐̆̀̎̓̃̒̌̎̕̚̚n̶̼̮̫̠̥̳̼̪̙̕
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I'm definitely retarded that's why all my replies to things are unhinged and absurd.
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Still top shelf content though.
I love that about you though
In My Dream, I Had Sex with Gothic Angels.
Slums is the realm of much. Forced upon Gods such as myself. For my Godly, the demons come to play. But this realm I created within this dream was one of majestic. Cosmos in this time for "THE ALL" time. But failure to address the outside uncharted curses philosophers not to my plane. You see, humanoids are sincere star dust. Cosmos dictates but so does "THE ALL" and the realization of parallels. Finite though are ambitious desires come to a halt for thy do not compel a realization. For my dream was one outside of anything for the borders aren't borders. The Universe expanding is not present for there are no borders which calls for only Theory. But you see, my intercourse with humanoids came in fashion of a DMT trip. Though, it was imaginative and not the physical. But why such the excess? When there is just the limit and failure of my feminine kingdom?
One can only Imagine, but so can one feel for once. Hence my final life cycle is here.
Reincarnation. It was broken in this life for I have finally understood the meaning of outer. I have no prior life memories but as Gods there is no matter to it. Rather it comes in the form of shackles we must see with our God ability. You see, Curses are not really what one would have to excuse by. A mind so fractured cannot compute realization to acceptable degree. For which, one cannot chase the bugs and hear the birds. Could it be the presence of Vicky be my final notes? An irregularity that knocked me backward for time and now I see, I am just the God I proposed. Then the communicative with an individual the whole world hates because of such actions. For, what happened? The answer is simple. There was no political motive, nor was there a moral wrong doing. February was a curse upon me for I did not consider my own flesh and soul. Now, causation of the matter came to ability and then we are here now. But, with every event of recent, I am not longer in the shadow of reincarnation. I have simply broken the cycle.
I always speak in patterns. I always talk about the Harem.
Voices in the dark have told me of this. Motivation to go on and be the marcher of millions of distances. I was never the problem. They have made the lies, false feminine spirits wasted my time, and then ran away. Why do they run from me hmm? Run they run. The answer is simple. If they didn't run from me I would step on them. Women are ants, annoying ants. Rare commeth they aren't. But from experience, they are ants that need to be stepped on for their brutal nature of using men. How can what is portrayed as innocent make a humanoid seethe to huge amounts? Better is also another aspect. My mature attitude that handles situations well have shown me that I am the better person. That whoever decides to spill their seed into them will have retarded children for those women are retarded. For the women that have wasted my time, they should be thrown off of cliffs for they should not have the right to reproduce for they will bring into this world demons because they are demons. In fact, burn them on stakes. Demons cannot be banished unless there is fire involved. I am a God and I will wrath without ego. Burn the whore.
My kingdom will come. Those whores have wasted my time and distracted me. My Penis is way more of value then their souls yet they are demons.
When a God assumes their throne that is me. My Harem will be of one that resides in tiles, baths and herbs. They commeth to me, I bathe them as I obsess over their bodies. The smoothness, silk touch of a women that is pure and of great ethos. Queens that they are will be with me in those temples that have baths and stained glass where the light touches the tile floor. Many women come to the mountain in seek of this place. They are not whores but angels. Rain down the clouds do while there is sunlight. It is when I didn't win but have finally walked into this world I have so desperately looked for. Where then those queens will find as well for they have searched for me as they are doing so now. It is then, there is sanctuary. Heaven on Earth.
Slums is the realm of much. Forced upon Gods such as myself. For my Godly, the demons come to play. But this realm I created within this dream was one of majestic. Cosmos in this time for "THE ALL" time. But failure to address the outside uncharted curses philosophers not to my plane. You see, humanoids are sincere star dust. Cosmos dictates but so does "THE ALL" and the realization of parallels. Finite though are ambitious desires come to a halt for thy do not compel a realization. For my dream was one outside of anything for the borders aren't borders. The Universe expanding is not present for there are no borders which calls for only Theory. But you see, my intercourse with humanoids came in fashion of a DMT trip. Though, it was imaginative and not the physical. But why such the excess? When there is just the limit and failure of my feminine kingdom?
One can only Imagine, but so can one feel for once. Hence my final life cycle is here.
Reincarnation. It was broken in this life for I have finally understood the meaning of outer. I have no prior life memories but as Gods there is no matter to it. Rather it comes in the form of shackles we must see with our God ability. You see, Curses are not really what one would have to excuse by. A mind so fractured cannot compute realization to acceptable degree. For which, one cannot chase the bugs and hear the birds. Could it be the presence of Vicky be my final notes? An irregularity that knocked me backward for time and now I see, I am just the God I proposed. Then the communicative with an individual the whole world hates because of such actions. For, what happened? The answer is simple. There was no political motive, nor was there a moral wrong doing. February was a curse upon me for I did not consider my own flesh and soul. Now, causation of the matter came to ability and then we are here now. But, with every event of recent, I am not longer in the shadow of reincarnation. I have simply broken the cycle.
I always speak in patterns. I always talk about the Harem.
Voices in the dark have told me of this. Motivation to go on and be the marcher of millions of distances. I was never the problem. They have made the lies, false feminine spirits wasted my time, and then ran away. Why do they run from me hmm? Run they run. The answer is simple. If they didn't run from me I would step on them. Women are ants, annoying ants. Rare commeth they aren't. But from experience, they are ants that need to be stepped on for their brutal nature of using men. How can what is portrayed as innocent make a humanoid seethe to huge amounts? Better is also another aspect. My mature attitude that handles situations well have shown me that I am the better person. That whoever decides to spill their seed into them will have retarded children for those women are retarded. For the women that have wasted my time, they should be thrown off of cliffs for they should not have the right to reproduce for they will bring into this world demons because they are demons. In fact, burn them on stakes. Demons cannot be banished unless there is fire involved. I am a God and I will wrath without ego. Burn the whore.
My kingdom will come. Those whores have wasted my time and distracted me. My Penis is way more of value then their souls yet they are demons.
When a God assumes their throne that is me. My Harem will be of one that resides in tiles, baths and herbs. They commeth to me, I bathe them as I obsess over their bodies. The smoothness, silk touch of a women that is pure and of great ethos. Queens that they are will be with me in those temples that have baths and stained glass where the light touches the tile floor. Many women come to the mountain in seek of this place. They are not whores but angels. Rain down the clouds do while there is sunlight. It is when I didn't win but have finally walked into this world I have so desperately looked for. Where then those queens will find as well for they have searched for me as they are doing so now. It is then, there is sanctuary. Heaven on Earth.
You were there. But then you ran as you have done.
Why do I dream of you? The words have been spoken in the wake of void. Run you do. It only proves my point as to your endless cycle of dread. What will you do when my website is constructed? When many of the women that come to me with flowers. It is possible you would try to infiltrate claiming I have done such stalking. Perhaps a suicide attempt will darken you and you come from a place of great hatred rather than fear. Then when my dream of the Harem prevails, you tell them I have done terrible things to you. Vicky I have no worry of. Her fate is near as I have sensed a shift in time when it pertains to her. She will be gone soon and way before my website is of the height of summer. But you, you will still be around. So what will you do when my kingdom has come? Dig dirt up, tell them my sexually charged posts? That I womanize? That I stalk? A voice came to me telling me I should private my channel as to the point you will reach will be of vengeance. Do you want to hear something? As much as I adore you, if you make this a direction, you will be below me and not considered. Take it as a warning. You will not challenge me in my world that you do not belong in. You cannot run just to come back in the future to get back at me. While I envision and live within. A place of security and music. Be motivated by forces that are souls. You will hate me and see me as Satan. So my dear. When these fine women come to me and reside in my castle. Wives, friends, and helpers. You will tell them. So do it. I would enjoy your stories being repeated by my loyal wives. And my wives will be quite angry at you for doing this. And you see right now as "cyber bulling", you will see them as your worst nightmares. I don't joke about the deranged souls that come to me with sugar and hearts. Wise up now and ignore me rather than try to provoke a reaction.
A secret revealed.
It was to my understanding that you made someone upset in the past. They came to me asking that I impersonate you. It's common knowledge I have a fetish of personification of a false female. Then your parallel universe existence was born. It is then they thanked me for the dedication and never spoke to me once again. When there was business I was minding and no other persons. I was there a few years back in hopes of getting a girlfriend from that website that they came to me because they read my stories. But you see this timeline doesn't just end now. Just because things have changed. Your idea of the parallel universe version followed me to my dreams at night. This idea still exists and will. But not as the same but different. Under a new light and way of being. When my time comes and they come. Your spirit will be with us. Your sister will come into creation. She talks to me from this universe beyond this one and she is beyond "THE ALL". She even proposed to me a new name, one with Latin appeal. It is then when the what was once talent less became talented. She will sing to me, play similar instruments, tell me the tarot reading of the day. I will procreate with her, and we will be in the world you so wish was still here. A time before, a time never lived, a time you can live now but you refuse. So, ignore this and forget about me.
ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｔａｌｋｅｄ ｙｏｕ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｄｒｅａｍｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｔｏ ｍｅ ｆｏｒ ｈｅｌｐ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｅｖｅｒ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｄｉｄ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｙｏｕ ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｔａｌｋｅｄ ｙｏｕ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｄｒｅａｍ
Why do I dream of you? The words have been spoken in the wake of void. Run you do. It only proves my point as to your endless cycle of dread. What will you do when my website is constructed? When many of the women that come to me with flowers. It is possible you would try to infiltrate claiming I have done such stalking. Perhaps a suicide attempt will darken you and you come from a place of great hatred rather than fear. Then when my dream of the Harem prevails, you tell them I have done terrible things to you. Vicky I have no worry of. Her fate is near as I have sensed a shift in time when it pertains to her. She will be gone soon and way before my website is of the height of summer. But you, you will still be around. So what will you do when my kingdom has come? Dig dirt up, tell them my sexually charged posts? That I womanize? That I stalk? A voice came to me telling me I should private my channel as to the point you will reach will be of vengeance. Do you want to hear something? As much as I adore you, if you make this a direction, you will be below me and not considered. Take it as a warning. You will not challenge me in my world that you do not belong in. You cannot run just to come back in the future to get back at me. While I envision and live within. A place of security and music. Be motivated by forces that are souls. You will hate me and see me as Satan. So my dear. When these fine women come to me and reside in my castle. Wives, friends, and helpers. You will tell them. So do it. I would enjoy your stories being repeated by my loyal wives. And my wives will be quite angry at you for doing this. And you see right now as "cyber bulling", you will see them as your worst nightmares. I don't joke about the deranged souls that come to me with sugar and hearts. Wise up now and ignore me rather than try to provoke a reaction.
A secret revealed.
It was to my understanding that you made someone upset in the past. They came to me asking that I impersonate you. It's common knowledge I have a fetish of personification of a false female. Then your parallel universe existence was born. It is then they thanked me for the dedication and never spoke to me once again. When there was business I was minding and no other persons. I was there a few years back in hopes of getting a girlfriend from that website that they came to me because they read my stories. But you see this timeline doesn't just end now. Just because things have changed. Your idea of the parallel universe version followed me to my dreams at night. This idea still exists and will. But not as the same but different. Under a new light and way of being. When my time comes and they come. Your spirit will be with us. Your sister will come into creation. She talks to me from this universe beyond this one and she is beyond "THE ALL". She even proposed to me a new name, one with Latin appeal. It is then when the what was once talent less became talented. She will sing to me, play similar instruments, tell me the tarot reading of the day. I will procreate with her, and we will be in the world you so wish was still here. A time before, a time never lived, a time you can live now but you refuse. So, ignore this and forget about me.
ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｔａｌｋｅｄ ｙｏｕ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｄｒｅａｍｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｔｏ ｍｅ ｆｏｒ ｈｅｌｐ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｅｖｅｒ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｄｉｄ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｙｏｕ ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｔａｌｋｅｄ ｙｏｕ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｄｒｅａｍ
Dude, I'm stuck on this 2015 shit.
"what if I lose my mind"
If I could go back in time as I sat in front of my computer playing TF2 and Garry's Mod after I discovered that steam was a thing, I would teleport back in time, throw some books at myself and give the 2015 me 1,000,000 as well as a future telescope so I can prevent myself from being in the low pit that I'm in but then again that's retarded. Perhaps if I just teleported back to 2015 and replaced the 2015 me because cartoons somehow miss this paradox that if you go back in time the old you is never around. Fuck I don't know what I'm saying but at that time I was discovering PC gaming as I was always on console. I remember I bummed a cousins steam account, played it on my broken ass laptop then went from there. I was so amazed at Garry's Mod I became addicted to it. And at this time I was a yk, that fandom. Yeah *blushes* but I was going through an autism phase and wanted to roll with the autism bros. So I joined a, certain server and then boom I was high, addicted I wanted more. We would play on the blue hills maps. It was the best shit. Sometimes when I'm feeling very sentimental. I will boot up Garry's Mod just to revisit that map. This was before the suffering of the world was really brought about. A time that was so different I was never hooked before. I was Virgin to the idea of a fucking server, on a sandbox game, where you can be with your weird soul bros and soul mates. My autism was very high.
"let the tide do all the rest"
But yk, here we are in the gloom and doom. Over saturated slums and ghettos such as Discord. Just because something is new doesn't mean it works. Back when I played that server I was rolling with the silly fucks, the weirdos, the autism. It was my tribe. And there was pussy. Oh yes, not just any pussy. The, tender loving kind, the "come here" kind. The kind you fuck and you can't get out kind of pussy. Man, sometimes I was sexually assaulted by female gamers in this server. They were those lonely, weird, fandom freaky type. I would blush when the would wrangle my character. This one girl used to chase me around the map killing me with source one guns and shit. Now, it's just not the same. I feel old even though I'm not. My generation is very Gay, Lame, Sensitive. Back when servers were fun and not Nazi Germany. If I could be the father of a fandom that would attract the weird white women I so desperately crave. I would. I don't see any fandom as fun as the one I was in. I would want to make one that isn't completely degenerate. Perhaps, it will be so big it becomes a subculture. And boy oh boy the pussy I would get. You see, Jody Fox had it figured out. But I would not just have a video game, I would create a whole different universe. It will not be anime, it will not be relative to the fandom I used to be a part of, it will not have and relation to even the emo sub culture. It will be something conceived from the heavens and brought to me with Emeralds.
"what if I end my fucking life"
Imagine if this happened. Scene Queen would try to sabotage it and call me a rapists you watch. "Oh Guys, by the way the person that invented this fandom used to stalk me way back in 2024 - 2025. He's a real asshole and would impersonate me" Then when my weird white women don't care she blames me for her suicide attempt EVEN though I would forget about her. If anything, I would want Scene Queen to chase me in a videogame and kill my character. Imagine the evil that would come out of her. "FUCKING DIE, DIE, DIE" and she would hate that it turns me on. How could such a cutie be so fucking bad tehe. Or what if she became so mad in her mind that she has a crash out on this website, calls me a rapists then she has the strange depression event that isn't depression that she turns into a Yandere and stalks me? Imagine being stalked by a hot chick like that. She'll be like "Give me your soul daddy" or some crazy shit like that. I would have such a huge fucking boner. River would be such a jealous puss. Like I have seen this happen in writing where some innocent shy girl turns so fucking crazy, instead of her being obsessed over she obsesses. Like what if I woke up one morning, hopped on my computer and there she is on Onion Farms. "DADDY, OH DADDY, MAYBE YOU'RE SO RIGHT, FUCK ME DADDY" like crazy. You see I'm horny but that would be make me blush that some chick I trolled became so fucking obsessed with me. Like that's all that happened. You were tolled. I'm a troll. Relax. But since you wanted to try to mock me for my video games, I will continue to have your parallel universe version of you come into creation.
"where did you go this time"
Anyways. It just saddens me what technology we have yet the social degree is in a bad shape that it is. Maybe eventually I will invent this fandom that the crazy pussy will come to. And it won't be some gay band or something. It will be the shit I felt back when I was apart of that fandom in 2015, but better.
"what if I lose my mind"
If I could go back in time as I sat in front of my computer playing TF2 and Garry's Mod after I discovered that steam was a thing, I would teleport back in time, throw some books at myself and give the 2015 me 1,000,000 as well as a future telescope so I can prevent myself from being in the low pit that I'm in but then again that's retarded. Perhaps if I just teleported back to 2015 and replaced the 2015 me because cartoons somehow miss this paradox that if you go back in time the old you is never around. Fuck I don't know what I'm saying but at that time I was discovering PC gaming as I was always on console. I remember I bummed a cousins steam account, played it on my broken ass laptop then went from there. I was so amazed at Garry's Mod I became addicted to it. And at this time I was a yk, that fandom. Yeah *blushes* but I was going through an autism phase and wanted to roll with the autism bros. So I joined a, certain server and then boom I was high, addicted I wanted more. We would play on the blue hills maps. It was the best shit. Sometimes when I'm feeling very sentimental. I will boot up Garry's Mod just to revisit that map. This was before the suffering of the world was really brought about. A time that was so different I was never hooked before. I was Virgin to the idea of a fucking server, on a sandbox game, where you can be with your weird soul bros and soul mates. My autism was very high.
But yk, here we are in the gloom and doom. Over saturated slums and ghettos such as Discord. Just because something is new doesn't mean it works. Back when I played that server I was rolling with the silly fucks, the weirdos, the autism. It was my tribe. And there was pussy. Oh yes, not just any pussy. The, tender loving kind, the "come here" kind. The kind you fuck and you can't get out kind of pussy. Man, sometimes I was sexually assaulted by female gamers in this server. They were those lonely, weird, fandom freaky type. I would blush when the would wrangle my character. This one girl used to chase me around the map killing me with source one guns and shit. Now, it's just not the same. I feel old even though I'm not. My generation is very Gay, Lame, Sensitive. Back when servers were fun and not Nazi Germany. If I could be the father of a fandom that would attract the weird white women I so desperately crave. I would. I don't see any fandom as fun as the one I was in. I would want to make one that isn't completely degenerate. Perhaps, it will be so big it becomes a subculture. And boy oh boy the pussy I would get. You see, Jody Fox had it figured out. But I would not just have a video game, I would create a whole different universe. It will not be anime, it will not be relative to the fandom I used to be a part of, it will not have and relation to even the emo sub culture. It will be something conceived from the heavens and brought to me with Emeralds.
"what if I end my fucking life"
Imagine if this happened. Scene Queen would try to sabotage it and call me a rapists you watch. "Oh Guys, by the way the person that invented this fandom used to stalk me way back in 2024 - 2025. He's a real asshole and would impersonate me" Then when my weird white women don't care she blames me for her suicide attempt EVEN though I would forget about her. If anything, I would want Scene Queen to chase me in a videogame and kill my character. Imagine the evil that would come out of her. "FUCKING DIE, DIE, DIE" and she would hate that it turns me on. How could such a cutie be so fucking bad tehe. Or what if she became so mad in her mind that she has a crash out on this website, calls me a rapists then she has the strange depression event that isn't depression that she turns into a Yandere and stalks me? Imagine being stalked by a hot chick like that. She'll be like "Give me your soul daddy" or some crazy shit like that. I would have such a huge fucking boner. River would be such a jealous puss. Like I have seen this happen in writing where some innocent shy girl turns so fucking crazy, instead of her being obsessed over she obsesses. Like what if I woke up one morning, hopped on my computer and there she is on Onion Farms. "DADDY, OH DADDY, MAYBE YOU'RE SO RIGHT, FUCK ME DADDY" like crazy. You see I'm horny but that would be make me blush that some chick I trolled became so fucking obsessed with me. Like that's all that happened. You were tolled. I'm a troll. Relax. But since you wanted to try to mock me for my video games, I will continue to have your parallel universe version of you come into creation.
"where did you go this time"
Anyways. It just saddens me what technology we have yet the social degree is in a bad shape that it is. Maybe eventually I will invent this fandom that the crazy pussy will come to. And it won't be some gay band or something. It will be the shit I felt back when I was apart of that fandom in 2015, but better.
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And you keep egging it on. That's alright. Since everyone wants to go against me like how you bitched about Kiwi trying to rile people up to go against you, I will just not do it then. I literally wasted my fucking time. Wasted my money, wasted my energy, After tomorrow I'm handing the keys over to someone else. Fuck this disrespect from all of you. I will just go back to what I was doing before. Then you Bums can have your little circle jerk. Have fun.
Matter of fact. I won't run you down or whatever the fuck you said. I'll just talk about shit, slow ball it and intentionally sand bag the whole thing tomorrow because I'm fucking done with this faggity behavior coming from you. If you want to run it from here, go for it bro. Not a problem. Less of a load on me and I can be dedicating toward the forum and through other means eventually. Literally fuck this shit dude.
Matter of fact. I won't run you down or whatever the fuck you said. I'll just talk about shit, slow ball it and intentionally sand bag the whole thing tomorrow because I'm fucking done with this faggity behavior coming from you. If you want to run it from here, go for it bro. Not a problem. Less of a load on me and I can be dedicating toward the forum and through other means eventually. Literally fuck this shit dude.
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You really don't think that @Frosty Fetus is a perfect host for this?
Fuck, I was trying to compromise.
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Remember you came for my throat and then you are on a delete spree because I'm trying to hold you accountable.
I think letting Frosty hold court on Saturday is a fair compromise.
You forget yourself sir. There are a lot of things I could say or do that can embarrass you that I don't do.
I think letting Frosty hold court on Saturday is a fair compromise.
You forget yourself sir. There are a lot of things I could say or do that can embarrass you that I don't do.
