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a quote from: ham radio pota operators boy scouts computer science majors gardeners and farmers people on road trips twenty years ago

I love attention also, also! notifications what a buzz (literally)! classical conditioning into a classic condition text me text me text me! I'm selfish and, and! perhaps a narcissist (yikes). girl loves world when world loves girl adore me adore me adore me! to be human is to be social then, then! if I'm not wanted am I (even human)? im needy I need you to need me need me need me need me! where how if and when when! do I cease to be (me) who am I out of anyone's eye don't leave me!

i don't know anything at all just that life's fun before the fall what's my purpose, what's my aim what's a soul without a flame the sun's coming up and i'm in quite the slump feel better when my mind is blank but i shouldn't have gone and drank say you want me say you care dosen't matter long as you're there love is secondary to sensation god is sex and endorphin activation let me use you for the night i promise everything will be alright we can smoke some cigarettes and maybe finally get some rest

fuzzy and buzzy bees in my head / stomach / heart / chest / eyes a breath is not usually solid fill up expand grow spill over there's cotton it flexes like insulation foam in my lungs cotton cough, then get it out out out get out O U T OUT outoutout ouch is this enough it's never enough cough, then too much cotton it's too loud in my air conditioning buzzes white brown pink noise I am a movie theatre popcorn in my lungs emergency exit blood trailers in my fingertips credits in my spine heart made of some plotlines contrived what's a mind with no director illustration no vector I don't scale well but we all look fuzzy blown up rasterized I HATE THE SMELL OF ONIONS AND THE TASTE AND THE CRUNCH AND THE BURN IN MY EYES THE FEELING WHEN I CUT DO YOU THINK THE SOUL HAS LAYERS I KNOW A BODY HAS LAYERS YOU ARE A SOUL WRAPPED IN A BODY YOU ARE A ONION AND I HATE HATE HATE ONIONS / BODIES BUT THE DAMNED THING IS IF I CUT YOU ID CRY TOO SO YOU ARE AN ONION AND I HATE YOU what a shame i'm an onion too. it's too preformative all lowercaseitive coffee shop reading and vinyl playitive you're a harsh plaintiff but then again everyone's faking except you! hypocrite. fake plastic trees and fake plastic fish and fake plastic plants and there's plastic in my pants and my hands and in all the brands there's plastic in all the testicles in the world I like the word vestibule and I hate the word testicle but I love taking tests and hate wearing vests and that s the difference dance dance like we're falling apart we're falling apart fall out (boy) boys or toys or poise and since you're not six anyone you have new kinds of toys and since you're not sixteen anymore you can't pick boys. afterall, it's twenty twenty six almost twenty twenty seven twenty twenty...six seven ? six seven ?! six seven !! sex septum (that's latin) sex sex sex I wish I were a boy sometimes I get penis envy sometimes I just need a penis in me. break --- intermission even ok, breathe you need to breathe. we've got to get back to the point now why can't I breathe underwater it's not fair that the fish can! I wish wish to be a fish wish I were a fish in a dish a dish where i'd swim in a butter sauce with lemon and rosemary and thyme and i'd blow bubbles that say thank you for picking ME for chosing ME for enjoying ME for devouring ME thank you thank you i love you and so I'll become you is there anything so undoing as you? I don't believe in coming undone but I'm nearly done and I don't feel better I don't feel anything at all not even empty I'm just a hole leaking and and disgusting and raw and red and pus is oozing out and it burns a little when you touch it because it's new skin too raw too rare but rare means special am I special? can I be yours? can we undo? today is bad but I like books and pages even if they're onion layers at least today is. I hear dreams of space ships whirring at least today is? pinch me pinch me I'm dreaming at least today is! and I never dream

Taking it up the ass is manly. It must be said, as the soycuck liberals of the world are denying you of your full manhood with their propaganda that so many of us “men” are falling for. However, I have seen the light and today, I will save the real men of the world, so that we may all rise up and claim the fullest extent of our manliness. Taking it up the ass is clearly a masculine act. It is performed by more men than women, and men get more enjoyment out of it. Women engage in anal only to sap you of your strength and virility, but will never be able to realize the full effects of what taking it up the ass can do for real men. Taking it up the ass a masculine trait, and an action for men and by men. Not wanting to take it up the ass makes you weak and girly and should be embarrassing for any real man to admit. Those trying to steal your potential will claim that the passive positioning makes it unmasculine, however, many manly activities such as fishing and watching sports are largely passive, yet still considered very masculine. This is because activities like these engage your mind and your masculinity more than just your flesh and body. Active physical activity can only make you so much of a man, it is vital that you focus on strengthening your willpower and resolve to truly be virile. The liberals don’t want you to know that taking a fat cock up your ass increases your manliness exponentially, as you are literally having masculinity enter into your system, more so than you could produce on your own. You are taking masculine energy from another man and it is entering your essence, making you stronger and increasingly potent through a combination of physical and mental strengthening that is unachievable by other means. Think for yourself and of yourself, and do not give in to what society is forcing down your throat. Take your masculinity into your own hands.

i thought i loved the beach white foam waves crashing onto the shore clouds drifting lazily overhead seagulls swarm overhead and you toss them torn white bread crusts off your peanut butter and peanut butter sandwich I love how you smile as they come diving down, white feathers flying, you are a goddess of some kind a goddess of my kind my goddess one of a kind. my craters lit with your sun warm soft fingertips your constellations defined by my tongue, my lips we drift, two of a kind the sky stretches on and i wonder if the stars mind girls of our kind in infinite expansion surely not we are white hot burning out, blips letters written in sand washed away by white foam i thought i loved the beach