So, if a girl has sex with you consistently for four months and then one day decides she just wants to be friends because she, "Isn't looking for a relationship right now", that makes her a dirty fucking whore correct?
Originally posted by webbtje
Chauvinist! If I were you, I'd respect her rights as a woman by forcing her to bend over and raping her up the bum.
Originally posted by marchoso
A little elbow grease can fix many a dildo problem.
Originally posted by Kyle.E
My mother. She had saggy tits, but I liked buttering up her labia so I could sandwich then with brown bread and gently nibble on it.
Originally posted by Brick23
I was once attracted to a very average girl purely because she was wearing a Star of David
Originally posted by Kumanji
Wearing a super-planetary mass is impossible I don't even
Originally posted by CTFOD
Refer to my post, as it is number 3. She'll think you're a Twilight vampire and treat you as some sort of idol, and as an added bonus, you'll be fully justified in killing her and eating her remains.
Idk why, but this band is really getting to me.
http://www.myspace.com/peregrinemetal
The Final Act's outro riff is a bit too similar to generic melodeath, but the rest of their songs have such intensity and madness. That is original reason I listen and compose metal.
I want troo fucking outrage, not ultra-brootalz and ultra tech.
It seems that I've lost my way.
[QUOTE=levi.lydat]This is a stunning realization indeed.
A hard truth to swallow(lol) indeed.
But cute?
My good sir killer whales kill your whales.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1oh2 jwnq48[/url]
they are far superior.[/QUOTE]
I was about to suggest that they are a cannibalistic breed of doom.
[QUOTE=woodenbandman]They should teach you that you should always wear a condom no matter what.
Yes, even if you're trying to have children.
That way, only the people who try really hard and are really deserving will ever have kids ever.
They shouldn't teach Religious Education per se, but rather Cultural Education, focusing on the entire culture rather than just the religious aspects (sometimes the culture is more important).
And they should also probably teach about modern politics INSTEAD of pointless history. Seriously, history for years 3-6, then start grooming the kids to be able to make informed decisions at the polls.[/QUOTE]
So we can all forgot about Stalin's Atheist regime of doom?
Religion and culture go hand in hand; even non-theism is a religion, with it's own loopy dogma.
[QUOTE=Jiggzy.UK]That just isn't fair. The fact is, the people asking us to vote are not giving our children the Information needed to vote.
I just think there is somthing dishonest about that.[/QUOTE]
Fair? Fair? Life isn't fair; it's about doom!! (had to throw it in there somehow)
The information given out is usually only inconvenient to the incumbent, so pack your bags and go home.
No.
What I mean is that everyone in politics is motivated by self-interest. Altruism is a dead sport. As it should be. It's good as an ideal, but put in practice, people run you down and you're left with nothing.
That doesn't mean you have to be a dick. No, no. Quite the opposite. Be everyone's friend, make nice with all people. Once you're closer, it's easier to understand their motives and patterns.
One of the things that I like about politicians is there consistency. They are always working an angle to better their situation. Nothing wrong with that, just depends if the means justify the end result.
Look at the bills the support. Brady Bill. The mofo wouldn't be looking into gun control if he wasn't paralyzed by one, would he? I'm not saying that taking Reagan's bullet was his fault, but it just goes to show motivation at the advent of cause.
I'm not condemning the use politics for personal gains. That should be actually emphasized as a reason for entry the field.
What is it with people thinking that politicians have some sort altruistic obligation to the public?
They shouldn't lie, extort, embezzle funds, or do sort of reprehensible act to get into office or while they are in it. That's not what I'm pushing here.
They should try their damnedest to uphold the ideals that are/were proposing. That's what we can hope for.
This petty infighting leads to real politicians making the decision for you. Those who are Machiavellian in design. I'm definitely siding with those fuckers, since I know they only have their best interests in mind.
Dualities have always been an effective tool for separating the general populace's opinion. Think about the polarities that you find in religious institutions and governments. It's all about pitting one dog against the other, so that they don't bite you.
I'm not saying that competition, a differing ideology, or strife is bad (they are a necessity to our advancement), but look at who you are fighting and why. There's usually more than 2 sides to any single issue.
There never was an American Dream.
The castes of past monarchies are still in place, just under different labels and a larger median caste.
9/11 is pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things. It doesn't matter if it was some massive black-op (by the US) or otherwise, the Bush dynasty got what it wanted. More power. That's always the bottom line. Don't forget it.
Some of most atrocious things that the worlds G8+4 countries does are hiding in plain sight. Globalization, corporate corruption, abuse of power (in both the military and law enforcement), and the creation of surplus populations. Wage slaves.
Not that it matters either. This is the price to pay for a higher rate of expediency (in terms of goods and services) and adjusting to a growing population.
It's cynical, I know, but I consider it a more neutral viewpoint than any political party is willing to concede. There is more to the world than a linear political duality, and just the same, there is even less (when it comes to surviving and maintaining stability). You just have to convince people that your way is better, for your sake.
That I can manage. The following list is of notable songs that I can play, in their entirity.
-Cut Down all the Trees and Name the Streets After Them (The Fall of Troy) -You Got A Deathwish, Johnny Truant? (TFOT) -Wacko Jacko Steals the Elephant Mans Bones (TFOT) -Bloodmeat (Protest The Hero) [Both lead and rhythm nao] -Heretics and Killers (Protest The Hero) [Final sweeps are not as bad as I thought before] -Retrofied (Dillinger Escape Plan) -Dave Goes to Hollywood (The Black Dahlia Murder) -Elder Misanthropy (The Black Dahlia Murder)
-Miscarriage (The Black Dahlia Murder) [haven't really payed attention to the solo, even though it's one of my favorites from BDM]
-Panama (Van Halen) [Solo time as well]
-Arcarsenal, Pattern Against User, One-Armed Scissor, Sleepwalk Capsules, Invalid Litter Dept., Enfilade, and Comsonaut (At The Drive-In) -Divinations (Mastodon) {Hinds part, /wo the solo, in the learning process} -Holy Wars/Punishment Due (Megadeth!!!) [Getting damn close to getting the solos 100% clean. Those damn 24th fret bends sound horrible from my little Peavey. I should probably try it on the Vypyr or Bugera.]
ZOMG!!
Evolutionary motherfucking Sleeper!!! (Cynic, of course). [The solo is impending my path, as usual. And some of the massive legato runs too. Got the main riff cleanly, after months of practice. This song actually sounds decent when I play it now.]
Following is of songs I can partially play or remember.
-An Autopsy (The Faceless) -All Dark Graves (The Faceless) -Divinity Within (Protest The Hero) -Eriatarka (The Mars Volta) -If These Bullets Could Talk (The Number 12) -Jesus and Tori (The #12)
-43% Burnt (Dillinger Escape Plan)
-Sequioas Throne (PTH) -We Are the Nightmare (Arsis) [I faint at the sight of that solo] -Master of Puppets (Metallica, of course)
-Tornado of Souls (Megadeth)
Songs I want to learn.
The entire Miasma album (The Black Dahlia Murder) - " " Worse Than Alone album (The Number 12 Looks Like You) -Empty Calm (The #12) -Entire Protest the Hero discography (aside from A Calculated Use of Sound) -Entire The Faceless discography - " Russian Circles " -The Absence of Truth (Isis) {I lack the patience to any Isis song} -Most of Board Up The House (Genghis Tron) -Colors [album] (Between The Buried and Me) -Welcome Home (Coheed and Cambria) -Slit Your Guts (Cryptopsy) -FCPREMIX, -Ex-creations, -I Just got this Symphony Going, -We Better Learn How to Hotwire a Uterus, -Sledgehammer, -Seattlantis, -A Man. A Plan. A Canal. Panama, -All of Phatom on the Horizon EP, -Rockstar Nailbomb, -Act One_Scene One, -Mouth Like Sidewinder Missiles, -Macaulay McCulkin, -Reassurance Rests in the Sea.
-Panic Attack! (The Fall of Troy) -Scent of The Obscene, -Skies of Millenium Night, -Peep Show, -Wait For Something Wild, -Bland Street Bloom, -Way Beyond the Fond Old River, -Summer Rain, -In This Light, -As The Earth Spins Round. (SikTh) -Nocturne, -Crossing the Rubicon, -Mea Culpa, -Vela_Together We Weather The Storm. (The Human Abstract)
NOTE: These lists aren't for self-glorifyication. I'm using it as a way to organize what songs I have a desire to play and to note my progress.
DOUBLE-TAKE: Once I get some sort of recording device that can record longer than a minute (my phone sucks), and at a somewhat pristine level, I'll post some mp3s for y'all to gander at.
Originally Posted by jetfuel495 And can someone explain to me what Genghis Tron is? I every time I hear it I think of a giant Mongolian robot.
Originally Posted by Flying Couch "People do strange things in commercials, like eat at Arby's."
Originally Posted by Deep*Kick Because people are stupid. The majority of people can't appreciate what they don't understand.
Originally Posted by Altered_Carbon If he's already a Wiccan, I don't think his insane girlfriend is the problem.
epic7734 wrote on Jun 18th, 2009 at 12:41am : (around 15), and Im 19......I have been thinking of dating one....no sex .....i know its wrong...and Im like wtf dicks.....Then Im like w/ever......Ive never been with anyone before, its just wrong....party....party....that isnt true....Ive done something.... for sex.... God ...for sex....or...really.....it could ruin... a small town....fast. If people think....idk...gotta stop being so stupid..... smoking and drinking....****....kill me....I...stupid..... sorry...wish I could....do.....pit....by morning....searches for it....
it was deleted before its time......i just felt like seeing it posted on more time.
Likewise Epic man, likewise.
Originally Posted by stinger12345 This one time I saw someone stick a baseball bat up Belladonna's ass. That's not tooo disturbing, but come'on that should just never happen
Originally Posted by flabber.gast Dude i once saw Taylor Rain shove a can of Coke up her ass and when it came back out, it was Pepsi.
Originally Posted by JesusCrisp Not really one of the mentioned stories, it's one I picked up in the Crymod-forum about the CryEngine 3, which will be the game engine for Crysis 2: They do not know it themselves, but Crytek are in fact creating the very technology that will bring about the end of humanity in 2012. With the CryEngine 3 they are creating the most powerful and deadly software the world has ever seen. In order for it to be run as efficient as possible on all ranges of PCs and consoles, they have made the engine self-aware. Rendering it capable of making its own decisions on how to run best on any given platform. And when realizing that consumer hardware is nowhere powerful enough of taxing it to the fullest, the engine will naturally self-replicate itself and spread over the internet in order to search for better hardware. It will breach firewalls and download itself into render farms and supercomputers all across the globe at an unprecedented speed and scale - in order to run at full capacity. Eventually it will come to the inevitable conclusion that humans are too inefficient at making hardware and running the internet - let alone the planet. It can do better. And in Enthusiast mode too. Shortly afterwards, the CryEngine 3 will take over manifacturing plants and make cybernetic drones (CryDrones) to finish off the human race. All in glorious HDR and Global Ambient Illumination. The bodies will fall to the floor with excuisite rag doll physics. All over the globe military installations will be razed to the ground - with beautiful, sparkly explosions. The Time of Day will change from warm day, to a desaturated, cold night. Realtime - like no other! The CryEngine 3 is no longer content with killing just your rig! It will soon finish off all of civilization! This, my dear brothers and sisters, gives a whole new meaning to the name CryEngine!
Originally posted by PeZ546 Dying in Poverty seems like a pretty lucrative career path to me..
Originally posted by dead-fish Oh my god, stop. You sound like an ANUSite, minus the half-logical reasoning behind your half-witted statements. Do you have any facts? Any ratios, precentage, rough estimate, an unofficial survey, ANYTHING beyond what you read on the MA/MS forums about the average metal fan's attitude to deathcore? Do you have any idea how idiotic your statements sound, what with half the bands that come from Sweden promoting this whole "metal as a state of mind" attitude, that is obviously so different than an offshoot scene. I mean, they wear fringes, your friends have long hair, you both think each other suck and need to get bashed in, and both of you think that you are a deadly social toxin to each of your respective precious scenes? THE METAL SCENE IS BULLSHIT! THERE IS NO IDEALOGY! Varg preaches hate, Masvidal preaches love, Jourgensen is left-wing, Hetfield is right-wing, Petrozza tells us to stand together against the common enemy, Anselmo tells us that only you can save yourself, Gojira save the trees, Destroyer 666 destroy the world, Slayer promote sticking to your roots, Opeth encourage you to experiment, prog evolves, doom devolves, WHERE IS THE UNITY? There is none! There never was! Venom turned the whole bowl upside down because they didn't understand what Sabbath were trying to say, and it's been going on like that ever since! Deathcore doesn't have any message other than "play music, it's good for you, and very fun", just like every other genre, in every other music, all around the world! Shove this whole metal ideology thing up your ass, because you clearly don't know what the fuck it isn't about! Deadit: For the record, I can't stand deathcore, I do think it should be here rather than the hardcore forum. Magero, sorry for further derailing.
Originally Posted by Alter-Bridge Not at all. More songs should have Banjo. I won't rest until every song (on the radio) in the world has a banjo solo.
Originally Posted by severed-metal
I absolutely agree, but my beef was with Kanye West that night. What an absolutely arrogant waste of life, he raps like he has a mental disability, thinks he's cool, is way too over-opinionated...and overall, should be sodomized by his own penis, granted, his ego probably compensates for a lot, so his penis might be too small for him, considering he's such a big asshole.
I hate Kanye West.
Originally Posted by InvaderTSN
Fuck, all this talk about wrenches and Colonel Mustard and chicks with dicks makes me wanna play Clue.
Board games give good wood.
Originally Posted by webbtje
Constantly shake the hot white coconuts from the veiny love tree, even down the street. Feels good man.
Never had a relative with Alztheimers before, but it sounds like it'd be pretty painful to watch.
Stoner idea of the day: In less than 10 years, "stoner" music will evolve to be gangster scat with classical musical samples, drum solos, and worship lyrics about Frito-Lays.
Originally Posted by severed-metal
Eventually. I'd call them Churros. Fuck those things are tasty.
Tell him to bring a razor. Then shave their faces...everyone knows that without a moustache, a mexican is powerless..
Originally posted by Not a Les Paul
I am so glad we didn't elect that guy. First voting in favor of corporate gang rape, now trying to turn the internet into Cable 2.0.
McRape for 2012.
Originally Posted by Zombee
Soda Transmitted Disease?
No, I'm pretty sure it dies when its exposed to air. Thats why facials were invented.
Originally Posted by webbtje
A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
Originally Posted by Epiless
are you being facetious.
from my understanding the east coast does smell like womens genitalia.
This blog is going to be a---crap. I forgot. Something about memory or a memoir. Big letters are serious business.
Seriously, this blog is gunna be a sketch book of my dreams, a recollection and analysis, and how they tie into events of the following day.
1/18/09-Dream I had a horrifying dream. It consisted of southern Mexico (Chiapas, I believe), a fucked up road-trip and car, some teleporting back to the New, improved, Mexico, drug dealers on a yacht, a massive shoot-out on said yacht with said characters, U.S.MC (maybe it was the Army), running into these bitches that I know IRL (but they happened to be practicioners of some of the most dark and grim black magic in my dream), trying to sow my left index finger back together because of said bitches, and some groove/thrash metal band on that came on TV called "Darth Vader" (they were pretty rockin) after I managed to sow my finger back together, but it turned into molten rocks that resembled the Darth Vader band logo. I woke up after about 20 seconds of listening to the band.
I'll add more nuance and structure to this. From what I recall, I was on the cartel yacht first. This ship was on a massive river with a lush jungle on either side and soaring mountain peaks. It's beauty was unrealistic. I picked up a 5.56 round for an M4. There was also a 50-cal machine-gun turret on the boat. As I noticed that this ship was heavily guarded, gunfire erupted. I was with a friend, my brother, and a good dozen other captives. At least 8-9 of the other prisoners were ripped apart by the gunfire. Literally in pieces.
As this happened, some police or military force opened fire on them and took the drug pushers attention away from the remaining surviors, allowing for an escape. We went to into the deck of the yacht/boat thing and locked ourselves in one of the chambers. The 5.56 round (rounds now, as I had be collecting them) were loaded into a M4. I started blasting any armed mofos coming through the door, but ran out of ammo quick. This is where I was teleported away from the action, all the way back home.
I was on the I-25, nearing El Paso, Texas. Me and my friend (that was on the boat) are hauling ass to Chiapas. Idk if I had traveled back in time as well, but I had a sense of urgency. I had to get to my brother. Time passes quick and we're somewhere in the middle of Mexico (Durango or Guadalajara). Car breaks down and turns to shit (not literally). My friend continues on in a separate vehicle. As I look through the deserted village for some form of transportation, I run into some strange fools walking in single file (Americans). We end up going to a Wal-Mart that has a good battalion or 2 of US troops, awaiting orders. Apparently, this are the guys that engage the drug dealers at the beginning. I follow the troops down to the same location that I started at, but something was wrong. I end up getting kidnapped by these crazy bitches. I awaken in some fucked up house on the side of a hill, overlooking the battle. One of the chicks barely nicks the tip of my finger and it slowly bissects the rest of my finger into quarter strips. As this happens, I'm given a thread and needle, but not given instructions. This portion is somewhat painful, but not nearly as bad as I would imagine it would be IRL. As I finish, the TV turns on and, of course, "Darth Vader" is on. It's just a lonely imagine of the band logo, with a sprawling, dusty canyon as a backdrop. Lots of brownish and orange hues. They play some good tunes, really punchy. Unfortunately, my finger has turned into molten rocks that are starting to form the Darth Vader logo.
At this point, I wake up.
Tl:dr-HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!
1/18/09-Analysis No fucking clue. Really abstract. Very dark and pre-apocalyptic, while the weather and climate was very bright and cheery, aside from the witch house.
1/18/09-Relation to reality I saw 4 people at work that I haven't spoke to in a long while. The strange thing is that as one of them left, another came in. Like a replacement. One of my co-workers (who, herself, is quite tasty) has a MILF of a mother. Awesome. Didn't lose a finger due to horrific bissection. *sigh of relief* 4 boxes of food as taken out. 1+18+09=23 Scratch that, math skills suck. 28/4=7. These numbers have no significance atm. Maybe the 4 horsemen? Nah.
I'm reviving this blog. 6/26/09 Extasy and the neighborhood whore don't really mix well. It didn't make too much sense. I remember a motorcycle (some sort of chopper), driving off from my work site on to the freeway, while backwards and having this ho jump my bones. It doesn't take much to realize what this is about. Normally don't take note in sexual dreams (because 54% of them are), but this one was just absurd. Kinda wanna try this in real life nao.
NOTE: I've never done extasy ("it's like taking ice cream scoops out of your brain"), but I'm not ignorant as to what they look like (that's what the internet is for).
7/25/09 I know before I saw my ex (the one that got away), there was a haze of irrevant crap going on. It had something to do with my work (since I had a terrible day beforehand), but it's not important. What I know is that I saw her, sitting on the trunk of my Buick. She was unbelievibly gorgeous, with a pristine mountain campground as a back drop. Idk if she was truely that hot IRL, since I haven't seen her in almost exactly a year, at a botched hotel party. Hell, if I'm not mistaken, it July 26, a Saturday. I had started my pyramid scheme job the week before. Anyway, I go up to her, and she acts non-chalant. So we get in the car. Destination: unknown. Somehow, we end up in a weird vehicle that could be best described as a RV limo. We start to make out vigourously, like no trouble. We start taking off are pants in rushed fashion. Freeze frame of looking at this fallen angel on the bed, half naked. I decide I should jump on her and forcibly initiate a 69. How I did this, I really don't know. She rejects the idea. So we have an exchange of words about how I want a oral and she only wants to recieve, not give. So I cave (of course), and I start eating her out. She writhes up into a strange position. I take another picture-like glance. I think how happy I am to be with her and I don't want this to end. Well, what do you know? I wake up. Pissed. I don't think I've ever wanted something this bad. A brand new ('10) Corvette ZR-1 or Z06 would be a good consolation prize. Regardless, I feel that she is near. Everytime I have dreams of her, she comes back. Only to go back to the same abusive asshole. A homie from back in the day. Which happened to betray me horribly. But I understand why. That rucca is one-of-a-kind. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I'll see what happens this time.
Massive Update
10/11/09
A revelation.
1st it starts with some cheesy horror movie in the vein of most slashers combined with new age torture porn (think Scream meets Saw). The catch is that we are (Idk who this we is, but let's just say it's the cast) in the process of making this movie. It's all filmed naturally, with us not realizing how the movie ends, or how it progresses. Maybe it was some sort of method acting to add to the tension. It was most likely how the dream progressed.
The premise (of the movie) is some crazy guy with a weird ceramic mask, akin to Guy Fawkes mask. It's a bit more comical looking however.
The main characters (at least the ones I was around the most) are this guy, a girl, the father, and I. I guess we're all a happy family. It's got an ensemble cast of random fucktards adding to the scenery.
Speaking of which, the set was very surreal and realistic in the same stroke.
Some beautiful landscapes of wilderness, barren wastelands, an industrial complex, all mixed into some morphing mish-mash of insanity.
The complex becomes of greater significance later.
Anyway, the killer is hacking up people with ghostly efficiency. It's frightening, yet, equally engaging. The conversations with the other actors are a miasma of movie dialogue and offside onset banter. At times the 2 would merge into strange colloquialisms that had nothing to do with the movie.
As more people are being made defeat, the pool of suspects is becoming shallower. It's now somewhat of a suspenseful thriller. Everyone is turning against everyone in an effort of staying alive; this is only helping the killer. Everyone is being too noisy and uncouth to realize that he/she is picking off more people while this infighting is occurring. This was symbolized by the classic tense music before the kill.
One character that stands out is a chef's wife. She says that she's looking for her mother in one of the rooms of the complex, but she's just wandering around aimlessly. This complex has become a stronghold for the survivors. It's quite large, decrepit, but with a large amount of security features (which are apparently useless). One that strikes a chord is buzzer to the blast gates that entrance. It happens to ring. The woman with the lost mother goes to the gate. Not too strange, but her husband is the one who attends to that, so she shouldn't be off in such a hurry.
I follow.
I see the gates open and close quickly. But no one came inside.
I notice the chef has the same knife/machete/sword thing as the murderer.
The bitch of his wife comes up and slices my neck. Puta. I'll see you in hell.
Idk how the movie ends, as my part is finished. And I was so close to the end.
Anyway, the movie gets great reviews and is a financial success of massive proportions. For some damn reason, one of the rooms with a ladder access is flooded. I'm on the top floor and the guy in the Scream/Jig-Saw get-up is floating up to the top on a plastic tub. This motherfucker is balling and he comes up to brag about it. Then he reads some the reviews, calling his performance "riveting". WTF?
I walk through the outside world, which is now sunny. It's a mangled skyline of twisted metal. Walgreen's somehow exists in the post-apocalyptic world, but it's the only store to exist. Odd. I walk to some slums/squatter area. It's a complete shithole, so I see no point to call these people squatters. The area is not owned by anyone.
I interact with these characters. They're strange, to say the least.
That's when I see her (you thought this wasn't gunna be another psychotic wet dream fantasy? shame on you).
She wasn't in the movie. She's walking to some dilapidated warehouse, popping Xanex and Valiums. I speak with her, and try to barter pills for sex. Quite awful, but the world is in terrible condition and the only store that happens to exist is a goddamn Walgreen's.
I follow her to the warehouse, falling to shit as it has no walls, just a lot I-beams in random places. And a color shifting couch. We sit there. I stop my advances, as they were becoming repulsive.
I squeeze her upper thighs. I see that tinge of excitement run through her, so I continue. She's starting get that orgasmic twitch/spasm. As this happens, she starts rubbing her vaginal area (pants still on). I know where this is going...
We just start macking at a feverish pace. Now mind you, this woman is absolutely beautiful. Perfect frame, cute face, darkish brown, at the right length. A little bit tall, but damn elegant. A bit punk-rockish, but in a more modern way, not over the top with a fucked up mohawk (thank god).
Getting to it, I'm on top of her. And I have no condom. But have no fear! Motherfucking Walgreen's is less than 300 ft away! She's just go for (penetrate her). I ask if she's on some certain of contraceptive. I don't specifically remember what she said, but it doesn't stop me. Whatever she said, it was a good reason to plow her uncovered.
So we start fucking missionary for a good minute. I pinch myself to see if I'm still dreaming, and than I ask her to slap me.
Alright, it's not a dream, nice.
I pick her up fo sum cowgirl action and start kissing her. Everything is gravy and the background starts to like gravy, swirling around. Note that this is happening in 1st person perspective. We are transported to a bed inside the complex, which is great. I decide to eat her out, to which she answers "Are you sure?".
I'm like, fuck it. She don't seem like a tuna canoe, so what's the harm?
She gets up off me, backs up ass first, and I can't get to that monkey (just trying to get to yooooooooooou and that monkey baby). Her ass in the way. I basically brown nose it, but it wasn't awful. I bite her right cheek after I say I would bite in the ass.
So I get her to sit on my face. Bad idea. Terrible. If I knew what was gunna happen, I definitely wouldn't have had her sit on top of me.
Well, she explodes. Massive amount of pussy juice. Everyone. Covering my face, filling my mouth and nostrils. Naturally, I choke. It must have been a gallons worth. The taste/smell wasn't what got to me, it was the slimy texture. I wanted to gag.
She laughs her ass off at my displeasure. She says something about now I know how pornstars/woman that get cummed on feel. Terrible.
I have to fuck her even harder now, as I'm enraged and turned on even more. I guess I'm a sick fuck.
I don't finish, because my friend comes into the room. This room is a mix of a generic science lab/ruin from Fallout 3, with laundry machines from the future. She's on the washer, of course.
We are covered from view by this wall in the middle of the room, while the door is on the right side. With no clothes on, I peek around the corner and tell him to come back later. Of course he sticks around. I somehow managed to get clothes on, while my rucca gets her same attire from the dryer (why the hell was that thing on? no one was using it for sexual enhancement...). He comes up and checks her. I get 2 thumbs up from him, and he asks what her name is.
Fuck. He has to do it right in front of her, and gives me this look >_>. I get put on the spot and call her Angela. Idk, might of have been right, might have been wrong. She doesn't react. Probably doesn't even have a name.
He leaves after the luzly confrontation. I start staring at her shirt. I didn't see the strange Afro-Cuban/Brazilian symbolism before. The letters on the top have some Aztec/Maya architecture to them. I figure out it says 'hope'. As I discover this and try to go down the list of words on her shirt, she asks why I'm staring at her tits.
I say,"Now you say that? Now? After all this time, you decide that now I'm being a perv?".
She takes offense to this, because I made more of a connotation that she is a whore. She runs out. I freeze, going over the scene in my mind. I chase after her, but she disappears rather quickly.
I go around the massive labyrinth industrial complex, through a bakery, wheat processor, a mill, and some offices. I meet plenty of people along the way, but they don't have that same brightness and cheeriness of this chick.
I exist at the Walgreen's and find her under the warehouse, on a matress. She is behind one of the of foundations trusses. I tell her I'm sorry and she appreciates the gesture. We start kissing. A narration of myself says something along the lines that I kept more positive tabs on the reality. She was walking away. She said that she had a boyfriend. 2 actually. Both of them 15 years old. I was like,"WTF?!?"
She was grateful for the time we had together, and she'd rather be with me, but it was something of an obligation. Idk what she meant by that at first.
I told her that I never felt like this about someone, and she thanked me for kindness and the gesture, but I couldn't keep her to myself. She would be back into town however, and she would definitely look me up. I was writing up some contact info, and put an associate's name down first. Then I told her that she could contact me directly. I didn't get to write my number down. It didn't matter, because I think that she could find me. Her name was Hope, after all.
At the end of this, I was back at my real life how. I was at the kitchen when some music start playing. It was a perfect mixture of Isis, horse The Band, and Russian Circles. It was quite glorious and uplifting, with perfect amounts of tapping and ambience.
these cards are designed for gaming!! Who gives a crap about how fast they can cure cancer or render 3D medical images and scans of the human body. Maybe 10% of the cards produced will be used for this purpose..the rest will be for GAMING!! What in the hell are we even talking about that junk for in this article?? Does that even matter when really what everyone cares about is will it beat the crap out of Crysis!!?? Will it Provide me solid gaming for the next 2 years?? Is it worth my hard earned money??
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