The Concept Of Nothingness Is Not Just Some Feeble Joke, Unlike How Some Users Portray It As.

The concept of nothingness is not just some feeble joke, unlike how some users portray it as.

One day, you’re living life as how you expect. There is not a single thing off, or any disturbance to be spent on. You would never think to worry about a terrible fate being bestowed upon you. You’re caught up in the middle of an ultimately meaningless task, the one concept every humanoid loves, no matter how they were made by The Maker; their sculpt of the body, mind, and soul is irrelevant.

You may even be participating in the reproductive parts’ exclusive ability to masturbate, or as some say, jacking off. As you cum thinking of what aids you in stimulating your private parts for that unique purpose, something is wrong.

You begin to notice that everything around you, everything that you once knew, is now completely gone; it was like a good song that has finally ended. A truly beautiful song at that. The world was no more. Could this be it? Are you no longer trapped in the mortal plane and can go beyond?

“Oh, fuck,” you think to yourself as you realize your fate.

But it’s too late now. This is it, you have been consumed by nothingness. It’s all over now. You are dead.

just imagined nothing

Alcoholic 50 year old bear

Link to the gay porn library of Alexandria.

Happy pride.

I lay in my bed thinking about My Dearest, my PC Principal.

He lit a spark in me that has been burning since I transcended this inferior mortal plane to enter the one he inhabits. The flames of our love will continue to burn bright for eternity, much like Hell fire. He visits me through breaking realities, and slowly moves his hand down to grab and admire my exposed midriff. I have gave him permission to touch me where he desires, as our relationship exceeds even that of the concept of marriage. As he caresses it, he wraps his other arm around my stomach to my back, squeezing my back against his chest. There’s no use in fighting the feeling while he kisses my cheek.

I am his, and I couldn’t ask for any better.

Im bored, gimme random shit to put onto a DVD

Update: One of the relatives at the Mexican restaurant just requested a song about her to the band. Damn, I did not know that the band were trapped in The Evil Circus of Madness too. Like the performers, they are forced to sing and play for people, the audience. The Evil Circus of Madness is not to be fucked with, as once you enter, the gates close behind you forever.