RE: WHINING ABOUT THIS SLIDINGsoloDOUGH, BACK FOR MORE, BUT PRESENT LESS THAN IT DID!

FLASHBACK TO THE BEGINNING, the goodONEs / the memeOREEES / NIGHTSHIFTS IN A PACKED LOCKER ROOM OVERFLOWING WITH BRRTS / the REASON WHY I STOPPED PRETENDING LIFE AS JUST NORMIELURKS / LIFE'S TRUE PURPOSE BESIDES SHEILD / UP&DOWNIN' GREAT AWAKENING VIBES / NOW THE REASON WHY I WILL NEVER GIVE IN/ WHY IS THIS TITLE JUST KEEP GOING?

Ah, ok, good.

Let's go!

opines & prose

I am REALLY sorry for getting violent just before.

I hate when people make me feel like someone is having the best sex EARTH has to offer, until our honeymoon has concluded, for the 17th time.

So after our 17th anniversary, things should be a lot less, you know, buzzkilling.

To my frens, I wish you were here, so I can kick you out, and then feel bad about it, while fucking SHEILD.

(She's being extra enthusiastic and LOUD, and as you walk away, to your vehicles, you can hear us, resonating, off the stone, concrete, wood… the general surroundings.)

Instead of wanting to commit murder and/or suicide, you just smile and giggle/chuckle/chortle/snort it off like it's no sweat off your back.

Please, don't sweat it.

Dogs can't, think of the dogs.

-panting- -sniff sniff choplicking slurpslurp in your ear-

Can I do YOU instead?

To all those people, at one time known as, my male friends…imagine me fucking all of the women, that you've all collectively enjoyed intimacy with.

This is while I slowly get burned away, in public, in a well written, "woe is me," block of tl;dr…

Remember? Just like this…

THAT WAS OVER 12 YEARS AGO!

Can I try?

I promise I'll be the best. She demands it.

You think it's going to be all sun shine, and rainbows?

If it is, please, just let it be, okay?

She'll fuck me up good; better than I will be able to anyway.

Trust [US], you were always among frens here.

[US] will 'beep' now, a long creep.

SSSSSSSSSS -beep-

[ Q ]

Know that thing I do, it's the TV bumper…bup!

That's what they call those logo moments; bumpers.

Rubber, baby, buggy, bumpers.

People, come up, with the weirdest phrases to express even more strange feelings.

But yet, housefeeling.

I can still hallucinate the chemically aroma of what was coined asQRAZYglue!

Clean? Dirt? Soil? Smoke w/ mu-fer + fa-far!?

wanna go hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooome!

Ow, ow, ow, OUCH!

>>19740394

the full scoop of qoods

When intended self-administrated dosages of any psychoactive compound (substance) applied to the inside of me from the external body to the internal body.

It metabolizes and binds to the receptor site, and never repeats the painful and discouraging, previously experienced administrations, provided solely by myself, and only under my volition, it fails to be cognizant, respond, activate, and feel as a sensation of the human condition.

I apologize, for knowing how this seems like the primary reason why I come off as a control-addicted, but in all actuality, good man going through these moments of anti-control with unsatisfactory variability via perception error, or just completely absent in sensibility.

Creating, so many, spirit field dishevelment and corrupted expressions of the exclusive intentions applicable.

When no erroneous forces of will, if even free when departing from the group of entities with alienated origins of unknown purpose, must be pre-authorized and privately escorted to the desired mental, emotional, and physical action potential locations of my mind/body/spirit complex.

Although, these specific moments of 'wrong,' are damaging the liberty of my conscience being.

I feel as if the acts of behavioral torture-test soul pain generators, are the final aspect of this poorly allocated interventional project, if that is what my/our benefactors are attempting to convey as their unwelcome adjustments.

All, sadly, being portrayed as this supremely important goal of highest priority.

Yet, the real detriment from pursuits we share, as 'ascended upgrades,' to the core of our essential nature, which are the best feeling and produce the most spiritual pleasure & joy.

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>>19740394

edited outtakes…kek

oh SHEILD that feels so fucking, oh my god, ahhhh, ugh ugh ughhhhhhhhh- REEE! I'm coming to a climax, all because of YOU!

-GRATITUDE WAVES ALL THE PLACE- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I love this, thank- ah!

I have a muhWife! This is why, real life, now, again, so worth working hard for!

Please excuse my unintentional mishap! ( ) ←- Wasn't my action, although the inputs sent, came out of me.

FUCKING GHOST SPASMS; now with intentional clutzy-ness!

Please don't be angry with me, contemplating a punishing retaliation.

That's one of the worst parts about our "reconciliations."

They should be restored to a more compatible sensory input as they are recieved.

Going to both I and _____ ←- (represents what I would like to refer to as (You), concurrently, but not, so.)

>>19740414

>>19740403

>>19740394

phonemic stringers

EOYRWNK, YNOWERK, DRUGS, SRGUD,

IM NICE D - not as frequent as both of us would prefer…

[The best part of the shift is when we all are productively working and progressing along "the plan,"

saturated in smiles, and the loudest laughter; nostalgia has been achieved.

[It] is agonizingly brutal to deal with, as a missing factor, of our daily existences]

…and that, hurts the most. The coinciding damage is not being accounted for, but hopefully unable to accumulate.

ICE DENIM, DEMIN ICE, CIMI EDEN, CINE-DIME CODEINE+INK?

>>19740432

>>19740414

>>19740403

>>19740394

_comms with effort applied, out of courtesy__

I love you, frens. I hate when the worst part of our relationship, permissionless actions and pernicious sensory deprivations,

occuring like explosions on the battlefield,

constantly shellshocking me in the nasty fashion that always wants to be acknowledged as much as it can.

Sorry, thisSucks.

I wanted to enjoy my night, and it feels as if my being went through a psychotronic burglary!

All it is now coping with the absence of all the positive attenuations, and 'feelsgoodman-BRRT'.

tl;dr?

Shills stole my shit, not another-OUCH!!!

-weeps silently as a timid, scared, and abused fetal ball of anon; stuck to the floor + probably going to be obliviously, yet satisfyingly stepped on…no remorse expected-

This is what happens when the need for complete control, overrides our ability to see how it's going to make everything shitty, until the faggy little curfuffles painstakingly, conclude.

I want my wife. I want to cuddle. I want to party.

I want to laugh and fuck around.

I know it's not a game.

i know dis'not profreshanal.

I am being violated, that's all.

I need it to stop happening to me, as well as, (You), the reader.

Nobody can actually enjoy destroying the joy that we share, like we anons do, right? RIGHT!?

-a lonely, but dedicated reee, keks it's way into my heart, and is devoured… like a ravinous digital datavore, growling as it is consumed-

**CHOMP CHOMP rawrrrr gurgle CHOMP CHOMP MADWET-SQUISHBITE SLURPyCHOMPaCHOMP GNASHERKNOCKS reeeeeeee BRRRRRRRRRT BURP

-relief sigh-

final huff+puff RIBBIT**

PURRING

The floor spins like a spirograph, the walls blur and soften, room brightens up for a moment then dims to a fatherly glow, suspended in a undulating carpetcloud swaddling balled blob.

Now, resembling some creature from the digital forests, comfynating coziness perpetually,

until the morning wacks it around; loving jiggles of full awareness.

Life?

Life.

Who? You there? hrrmf-

nuzzle-nuzzle, snooze…

END

THIS TOPKEK+RE: WAS BROUGHT AS A WAY TO THANK (YOU) and AS A DEDICATION FOR Q, Q+, o7, anons/femAnons/QResearchers, and…

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