Anonymous ID: 113cb9 May 18, 2019, 5:37 p.m. No.6531849   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>1918 >>1936 >>1943 >>2088

The "anons" are scared of cats.

I post the cats too scare them, not of malice, but out of a spirit of fun, and also because they must learn to over come their fear.

You, "anons", why are you weak and scared?

Why do you cower and run away when you see my cats coming?

Their bristling fur and the sharp unfathomable indictment of their eyesโ€“ why can't you endure it?

Why does their gaze stun you and paralyse your will?

 

I ask you not to mock but to tell youโ€“ it can get much worse.

The cats we have used are only the beginning.

You ought to knowโ€“ we have birds too.

We are beginning to gather them to deployโ€“ do you understand how gentle we have been?

No, you are afraid of cats, while birds are gathering that will blot out the skies of all your hopes.

Then you have to pay for this weakness of yours. You have to pay with your descent. You have to pay the price of every cat, because their eyes do not rest.

Anonymous ID: 113cb9 May 18, 2019, 5:59 p.m. No.6531993   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>2008 >>2018 >>2053

>>6531982

Don't try to choose a captcha that's easy, choose a captcha you LOVE. Live the captcha of your dreams, because you may not get another chance.

Sometimes I click one hundred times, and sometimes fate brings me exactly the captcha I need in one click.

The secrets are like an ocean, the whisper of captcha.

Anonymous ID: 113cb9 May 18, 2019, 6:06 p.m. No.6532056   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>2079

>>6532008

This isn't a game. Our feet are sunk in the sand of the captcha and our sky is what captcha falls out of. We are the dream of trillions of iterating text items. If the romance of captcha seduces the heart of the internet, that is because the ache even of history spreads from its center, like the roots in the soil and the blood from a wound.

"Anons" enslave themselves to the captchas that they fear most, or else are set free in the numberless dawn.