most of what i post is when ive drank a lot. i have my hand around my balls (lie) and im tugging on them (lie) and im cum(lie)ming all ov(lie)er the (lie)

what a weird past 20 minute huh? god i wish i got my ass plowed

i think my obsession with being dead is more in the fact that i wont have to deal with the constant stress of life. every day i feel like i need to constantly be doing something or im a worthless piece of shit. i do wanna die, but only if i can stay conscience in some super computer or something, a

snoopenis as usual i sre

love getting wasted and watching little house on the prairie i kinda wish i was a 1800s housewife whose hard working husband comes home late after a hard days work of tilling or farming or whatevs and he fucks me through my dress as i wash up from dinner

my flesh isnt made for shitty capatilist purposes, i need to free myself from these shackles and end up dead, wrapped in wires in some berlin warehouse with my conscience uploaded onto my computer wife where we can spend out eons in a 3d generated fantasy.

is it noncon to touch my pc when shes unplugged

holy fuck i need to be in a mech i need to be in a mech please put me in a mech no no no no no i totally wont try to tangle myself in the wires i totally wont hug its still warm engine i promissssee the boner i get from being in the cockpit is from bloodlust i swearrruhhhh

getting freaky with my crt tv girlfriend but i forget to discharge the anode cap and shock my entire "it" off.

im going to get weird and freaky as hell, if you see this im sorry.