Interface is undeniably slick. Every attempt at performing whatever task makes the word FRAMES flash in my mind followed by NO FRAMES and that’s a deeper psychic pull than I sustain in my usual affairs.

Looks like there’s a legit framework for creative social and with god in her heaven maybe, that earnest soil, given care and attention under the shining sun of humble faith in powers beyond the plowshare or the body that sets it’s work, the asking and answering of who is spun and who is in fact hella spun….maybe human gravitation minimally corrupted due to the decision by literally anyone to….corrupt it no more than necessary? Will lead the worthy and unselfish to getting laid somewhere approaching what pretech fraud elements would reasonably predict….maybe blushing and sincere props from valued sources and game….LORD PLEASE RETURN US TO LIVING HUMAN CALIFORNIA GAME!- WILL take root strong enough to allow space between the doomed requests for something to put whete the sex thing sat, probably, I cant get it can someone come get it like a girl? We don’t have to fuck just smoke and chill and see. Where it goes NO. No more fuckeless laziness and chickenshit tip toeing up to the distracted to shoulder them into the trap where they must share the experience of total failure to nail down, possibly even remember or have ever much cared about, mile after mile of guilty cringe leading from nowhere to nowhere plus shit behavior at least one witness to the flat bloodless horror and everybody back to rationalizing sucking cock again because no tales need told with that empire. Head is god, femininity some must deep in the woods beyond….

What I’m saying is benefit of the doubt officially extended, my own actions I here announce will be either recognizably human decent and conscience bound or very silent, and that being a fuckboy and a head case and a world historic intellectual outrage with a nine inch cock and who knows how many more nights of red hair for the finest freaks to see lacing the inbetweens across their bat shit wherewolf brand lust as it arrives….I take responsibility for exposing honest drug cripples to all of this. I will not run you into any wall jor will any wall be saved from your dude wrath by my interference.

I’m straight. All owners of the dicks seen in videos posted here and elsewhete we’re informed of this, but the redhead has caused madness since the first day god slept late and missed a tiny boring should have been fatal mutation with all 15 of the toes it sent too late to spare the world the scurrying shit kicking freaks, covetous of action and indifferent to wealth, causing dangerous libidinal panics at first contact every time and subsequently sentenced to death banishment persecution castration and anything on earth to keep them away from the women I SAID AWAY GOD DAMMIT…. anyway. Redheads slip a lot of that shit, and I am a brilliant emotionally (redacted) bored and unburdened cat so…. hey dumb party slut look at that shit maaaaan.

Straight.

I agree to presume value and decency levels near my own among all; I would appreciate not being offered or asked anything or spoken to in any tones that I don’t show any interest in before the ask. Do you; I, I promise you, will not be doing you and the notion can cause resentment, and mean details flow at voles beyond belief with no effort. Dope wrecks shit but leaning on the least despicable part of the zero effort curve as a body of people is normal coward bullshit and no safety in yhe numbers.

Times running out. Do the cool. The uncool getting fixed is a single item list and you need to stop and check the fucking box and come back and party.