>>9882305

And?

You and I are both prostitutes when we want it don't we? Somebody had to have sex to make you, right?

Even if it was a rape, something beautiful did come out of it.

(You), tart. <3

Besides, prostitutes need love too, just like we ALL do.

Someone says they don't need it,

they're lying to themselves.

We need joy,

We need arousal,

We NEED COMFORT!

We MUST EARN IT!

THIS QOMFORT IS A GIFT!

ARE YOU BLEEDING RIGHT NOW?!

No? Good, then it's not that bad.

Still have all your fingerS? Your toes?

Teeth?

Hair?

It comes, and it goes. .Why?

Intercranial pressure,

burning the candles at both ends,

running on HOT, MIDNIGHT, OIL.

CRISCO…

The Zero Point Energy Oil, an entheogenic phenomenon, kept from us, all these years.

We are projectors! Not binoculars!

WE MAKE THE MOVIE AS WE LIVE IT!

AS we love it,

As we boil within it.

As it washes away our memories,

To be forever amalgamated among the most primordial of soups.

Don't you see what they make you exchange fuck farts for? Laughs, hysteria, ravenous fsex with just 1 person, instead of 13, all in some creepy old spirit trap. For what, seeing toothpaste land on a sphere of some kind?

Or worse? People don't know how to BE intimate anymore. It's like an unnatural subroutine of disrespect for the essence of the self, but ironically you're shrouded in the depths of the most narcissistic viscous cycle conceivable. I understand symmetry, light, texture, color, but FREE-Q-WIN-SEE?

The worms wriggle in fury for a chance at you, and I had to tell myself to syphon my own fuel out of my own SWORD of FIRE.

A FLAMING FAGGOT!

A STRAIGHT, WHITE, HETERO, PRIVILEGED, DADDY'S BOY FAGGOT.

So was Frank, but at least he knew when to ring that fucking bell., as loud as he could!

It was at that moment that the whole room realized that even through loss, we can find the joy the experiences we once shared when things couldn't get any better.

Mantric Memories of Muted Misery

>>9883255

I seethe, with gasps, that just lifts me into a anesthetic whorl. There I starkly gaze ahead, wondering just plain

'"WHY!?"

But then something realigns and I click and pop, and fizzle back into my metamorphosing prison, that now as I crawl out of realize wasn't a cage, but rather a QOKUN! '

∞

I love you Q,

I love you POTUS & FLOTUS,

I love you Anons, even you too Finkelfuck,

Thank you 8kun, for being the only place on this WORLD WIDE WEB, that actually has the power to make this world, a world again.

This really is happening!

The future is reminiscing of another future, still not there yet!

OH THE INFINITE POSSIBILITIES!

w00t!

o7

just breathe

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**I know you picked her out AnonOPS, and I hope she's still here, please God, don't let them hurt her anymore, take me instead. All that suffering, all that pain, I wish I could just inject myself into your heart and destroy those engines of darkness, but I fear that no matter how far I go, it still is based on a choice, of FREE, will.

Satan, nor even God has the POWER to make ANYONE do ANYTHING against their will. Yet, I still defiantly pray, every time I put it in my field of passing words.

Somebody please, love me as much as I'm DYING to love (You).

Everyone NEEDS and DESERVES love, of the unconditional kind. Something my generation was systematically peculated from. No fathers or stable families, mothers doing their husband's job for less pay but now have to look a certain way, for the rest of their lives, children who don't get to see a mother and father who love being with each other and allowing those beautiful moments of God's brush painting a hearth that never goes out.

I want to share my nothing with you.

My little slightly above average winky,

my moments of absolutely delirious laughter,

the colors I could weave on a stove,

for us to ride on like a yacht a river of aromatics. (and the occasional I'm so broke it's not funny PB&J's)

Making art.

Living art.

BEING ART.

ART IS US.

But now, just a faint whimper of a dream,

that remains as a nightmarish gouge in the corner of my inner cognitive halls of ponder.

Dwelling in loops,attempting to catch a lead I already went down,

Building something from a pile of tin jacks and dead wood. No paint.

BUT DAMNIT, IT'S GOING TO STAND THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT. HELL OR HIGH WATER, WE'RE MAKING THIS WORK.

I REFUSE TO DIE ALONE

AS AN INCEL

A VOLCEL

KAREN

FAMEFAG

RealButNotFakeJewShillSchlong

Paytriot, this one hurts to the core, if you only knew, WHO or at this point, lol, WHAT GOT YOU!

We did.

You already know where, and how.

Come home, or kill me for attempting.

I still crave my American dream… starring our family. One we create, together.

I mean this, so vehemently, it rumbles my eye sockets.

PROMISES MADE,

PROMISES KEPT.

"All you have in this life is your word, and your name."

You have both, and neither.

Your move, Cruella.

Hit me, lie on me, fucking stab me, you know just as much I do, you're not scaring me away.

One actual angel, whom is being portrayed as a Real-Daemon, continually ends up falling in love with a FakeDemon.

The same damn one.

You won't let me go, why should I let you?

You don't want to go.

You want me to go into and with you.

But Angel, you need to fight back, or I'm not going to be able to spot you in a ebbs and flows of crashing people, and nobody is moving a muscle.

THE EVENT IS CUMMING SOON

CUM ON, FEEL THAT NOISE!

THAT FREE-Q-WIN-SEE?!

**Anons, I hope this comes off the way it's supposed to, and not a rambled pity party.

I gave it my best shot. It's in God's hands now. I surrender my love in faith for your ultimate well being.

I pray you remain safe, sound, and comfy, always.

So help me; help me, help her, help ourselves, help the world,

help us back infinitely in mutual tandem,

Heavenly Father.**

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