ENJOYING EVERY SECOND OF IT!!
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I would die for her if I was able to conquest her predilection not gain her favor, but to actually gain her loyalty. G-d, to know such angel on the flesh… She is so ethereal in her beauty I Would call her a Succubus had I seen her 500 years ago, and I would pledge unlimited loyalty to her, have her drain me to the bones. Such were the fantasies Medieval. But still, a man of my century, I see a creature of another dimension. Would die for her, I am absolutelly in love with an arrangement of pixels in a screen, but I know she exists and I praise god for her perfection. That feline face, and the eyes G-D please grant me a white lover and partner, I cannot ignore what I have seen and the vigorous virtue that she ignites in me, I feel my will vibrating with life…
PLEASE LORD, EVEN AS A SUCCUBI AND ONLY WHEN I SLEEP, TO SEE HER IN MY DREAMS, CLUTCHING AT HER BREASTS AND PULLING FROM HER THIGHS…
Seldom do I lose my temperance, do pardon the reaction, it is only vital…
The exuberance….
But to see an angel and be forbidden to know her, to marry her, to enlighten and rear our hybrid children…
If only were I not a bonafide genius with the sensibility of a damned artist trapped in the life of a neet peasant.
I seek not a Lord to pledge my sword to and gain the silver to fornicate an angel in a northern brothel.
I yearn for the blessing of a life of purpose with a mission and a family with one such daemon with instructed sensibilities and commands upon the arts, to enjoy passing away laying upon the breasts of, when of late age…
I want to melt into the soul of such an aethereal creature, daemon of luring radiance…
But her brother calls me a beaner, and I suck at preppy parties and white pride rallies, Im such a sperglord.
At least I would be a wizard, but I did find love and knew my share of human hearts and lips under skirts kissed and passionate nights of rhetorical utopias… It is that I am a neet loser, and handsom, a fox, and a genius still human at the end…
oh but to love an angel…I would appease my soul if I could at least have her in my dreams, so real, queen of my seed, in wetlands of storms and passions…
Schöpenhauer was partially right, desire hurts, but contemplation of beauty redeems the pain… indeed he was right on that,,, but ill willed, for it is the drive to conquer and possess that make a life worth living.
But I'm just a beaner neet.
I will always look at the stars, and let go pieces of my heart with them, shooting stars.
G-d bless America.
Praise Ragnar Redbeard and the Leif Erickson.