Message from @blue falafel
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"I have the biggest brain, believe me folks. I'm not a moron, because my brain is yuge. You
will never see Hillary Clinton with a brain this big, because her brain is small like a dog, or
a black person. My yuge brain is the biggest, it's the greatest folks, it really is, I can make
anybody in my moronic voter base agree with whatever my big boy brain says, because I
am a white man with the best genes - the very best! I have never seen a brain like my own,
and believe me I have looked at many, so so so many, brains. I'm a serial killer nutjob clown
owned by Russia and I rape women then kill them and dissect their tiny brains. Guess what
folks, their brains are so puny, like walnuts banging around in their skulls... bing bang boom
boom bing bong bing ping pong ding a long dingaroo dee doo doop.. It's no good folks, it's
like those trade deals in China, unfair bigly, almost as big as my brain! Did I mention that I'm
so rich? Sure my dad - a KKK leader with a history of racism and sexism just like me - gave me
a billion dollars to start my business, but for me that is just a tiny loan, besides, now I'm
getting so much more money from Russia. Let's MAGA, believe me I have a bigly brain."
thats me
it looks like jordon peterson
I have the biggest brain, believe me folks.
Loneliness, the feeling follows me everywhere. I cannot escape feeling incomplete and the gnawing desire for companionship. I need social interaction to feel whole. When the lights fade and the crowds are gone, I feel so empty.
What can be done about the lingering hole? What can one do to best the dragon that is the insecurity - one of many - pertaining to the deep seated heartache and physical discomfort at the thought that maybe, just maybe, I'm not good enough and don't deserve anyone special to ease my pain. Like all males, I think about missed opportunity or social blunders and the ensuing uncomfortable burning in my chest comes to the forefront of my senses. Heartache, we've all felt it. That panging pain ripping through our very soul, dragging us down to the pits of despair. But what use is it to feel such a vivid human emotion if there is no respite?
Most nights I snuggle in my king sized bed with a comforter and the warm glare of a cell phone, catching up on the news and my various interests. Then I become tired and the thoughts and fears come flooding in, I can feel my heart begin to race and the sweat creeps out of my pores at an increased rate. Sometimes I'll wake up in a puddle of sweat as I have had multiple nightmares recounting my past faux pas and embarrassing experiences where I was humiliated and felt shame and remorse wash over the core of my being.
The pain of being alone hurts, but I dull it with drugs and alcohol. Alcohol helps me to forget and unwind, I find if I don't drink the pain of being unloved and without another to kiss or hug or share my deepest inadequacies completely dominates my mind. I'll often be miserable while drunk, more often than not now, but at least I can find it in me to cry tears without holding in my unhappy reality that I cannot seem to change and will most likely never find relief from.
Every day I grow older and more bitter, more hate filled at those around me with things I do not have, such as requited love, stability, happiness, a lack of depression, contentment, a happy go lucky attitude, a way with words in a flippant manner, versatility, no substance abuse issues, no pathological behavior stemming from very real deficits that have held me back for years, and a positive - glass half full - outlook on life. I fear I will die alone, and what's worse is through nobody's actions but my own. Not having anybody to blame has devastated me, as I refuse to take the role of a protaganist in my own life, and
wtf is this book hour
the story of glahn
Paul Town: Lonely, all friendship is through the proxy of internet text
Lil Scuzzy: Tons of IRL friends all of whom show a great respect and trust for him
Sam walked into the shower, "Ill be right back Nick, I love using hotel showers, you can use as much hot water as you want tee hee...", Nick realized that he was cornered in a hotel room with a man, a man with which he could no longer hide his desires. Nick silently cursed himself for getting into this situation. After scrolling through twitter for awhile, he wondered exactly what was taking Sam so long. Nick knew from earlier that Sam liked taking long hot showers but this was approaching 30 minutes... He decided to knock on the door to investigate.(edited)
Knock Knock Knock "Sam, you ok?", he asked. No response was heard. Knock Knock Knock "I know that chik fil a can be rough on your stomach are you alright in there?"
Nick heard nothing, and after a few minutes of pacing he decided that Sam might be in trouble, after struggling with the door he thought, "Man I wish I went to the gym more often". Finally, giving up on the lock, Nick busts down the door in a fury of love for his friend, who may be in trouble or hurt.
I don't want friends I want audi's
Nick walked through the doorway a gust of steam pushed him aside. Walking further into the cloud he reached the shower where he heard soft... what was that? weh "What is that I hear?", thought Nick ooooh "Thats a moan, what is he doing I wonder?", with Nick fantasizing on what was behind the curtain his curiosity got the best of him, he pushed back the curtains, revealing Sam's hairless beautiful body. He stared in amazement as Sam gently masturbated, looking deep into his eyes as Sam reached a climax.
Nick couldn't bear it any longer, he practically tore off his clothing, throwing himself upon him. Sam had already fulfilled his desires, but Nick wasn't going to take no for an answer, as he was fully erect, Nick shoved his dick into Sam, gasping at how it seemed to suck him in. Sam moaned, trying to escape Nicks grasp.
you havent read books so ur just reinventing the wheel over and over
Nick rubbed, rough at first, but got gentler as Sam calmed down. The two's hot skin on one another with Nick cradling Sam, gently fucking him. Sam couldn't help himself, he had wondered how this would feel for what seemed like forever. Nick too was in ecstasy, something about his friend becoming his lover turned something around in his head.
"Maybe this homosexuality isn't so bad after all", they said in unison. Then they converted to paganism.
@ßcuzzy have your IRL friends ensured you get 5 figure amounts of bitcoin? because thats literally what i have done for paul town
@Deleted User why read books when you can blog
reinventing the wheel
just keep treading water
someone should bring back NO NIGGERS.JPG trolling
glahn is on the bottom of the river drowning while he read books
>digital mario coins on a flash drive wallet
no thanks pal, I only put my money where it counts
"Umm yess, I'd like 5000 of your finest US Dollars, please."
by making sycophantic blog posts that agree with some stupid faggot like jordan peterson and claim they saved your life
and then once they link to your blog
you switch the post out for NO NIGGERS.JPG
i am a faceless blob in the depths
glahn you should try that
oh wait nobody reads your stories
💣
i have had 3 ppl say my stories have saved their lives
change it to no niggers.jpg
or better yet dm them the pic
How is he supposed to write a """novel""" without...
it
glahn will write a novel