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2024-01-31 at 4:14 AM UTCLoved ❤️😜
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2024-01-31 at 9:52 AM UTCI feel like I had a wack dream but woke abruptly because I realised Akira was out in a storm. Now I'm sipping monster so I feel like death. I've been reading one pdf a day but today is review day so that's a little pressure off and likely more work. I'm not fully here yet, dunno if I should make a coleslaw burger, listen to hypnosis or watch Netflix.
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2024-01-31 at 9:59 AM UTCOK now I'm excited because I've finally made some social plans with the kind of people I have common interests with.
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2024-01-31 at 11:09 AM UTCI'm gonna be bouncing off the walls with two smart drugs and two cans of monster but that's what I need to function normally thanks to brain fog.
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2024-01-31 at 5:25 PM UTCI listened to hypnosis for hours and became distressed during the last track because of my noisy neighbours. It's like when I'm under hypnosis and something irritates me it's amplified and lasts for awhile.
I'm lying down now because I ate a lot. The plan tonight is to just do life admin, clean clothes, create outfits, a second hour of study, DBT and a few more hours of hypnosis. -
2024-01-31 at 5:27 PM UTCYou're not accurate moron I'm going to fucking rape all the tests and make you all look like fucking idiots
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2024-01-31 at 5:29 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka I listened to hypnosis for hours and became distressed during the last track because of my noisy neighbours. It's like when I'm under hypnosis and something irritates me it's amplified and lasts for awhile.
I'm lying down now because I ate a lot. The plan tonight is to just do life admin, clean clothes, create outfits, a second hour of study, DBT and a few more hours of hypnosis.
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2024-01-31 at 5:30 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka I feel like I had a wack dream but woke abruptly because I realised Akira was out in a storm. Now I'm sipping monster so I feel like death. I've been reading one pdf a day but today is review day so that's a little pressure off and likely more work. I'm not fully here yet, dunno if I should make a coleslaw burger, listen to hypnosis or watch Netflix.
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2024-01-31 at 5:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka I listened to hypnosis for hours and became distressed during the last track because of my noisy neighbours.
I did this with meth and porn once
Originally posted by totse2118 In the past I tried a couple of times in an apartment I was living at when my room mate went away but the footsteps from upstairs kept putting me off. You see, after a few days up with not much food, you start to feel like you are the cause of all things happening. This is because you are high on a class A substance with a bad stigma which could concur heavy charges if police found you with a even Half-G. You think people are out to get you. You clicked the lighter too many times and now they know. You feel like all footsteps and banging noises are because there is a person in there, up there, down there, who knows what you are doing and are completely disgusted by you, your crystal meth use and dirty noises! You stare at the roof or the walls tracing out where they are and what they are doing.
After 24 hours you are sure they are just sitting listening to you. You think that they're on the other side of the wall waiting for you to make another dirty sex noise. The lube squirting, your cock stroking, all the stray moans and constant clicking. You start to picture this person and the look of disgust they'd have if they saw you just sucking your own butt plugg because you have nearly run out of depraved activities available within reach. You catch yourself in the mirror mid crank sometimes and it can even scare yourself. I've caught myself a few times. Wide eyed, buck naked, hand clutching dirty dick looking ashamed that its me looking back.
Sometimes there are legitimately people in another room around you who may of heard you but no one is going to tap on the wall politly and tell you to stop wanking. nor are you going to knock on the neighbours door and ask if they heard you spitting at your dick just moments ago. You get caught in limbo. You are happy jacking then all of a sudden the vacant apartment below you erupts with noise or the neighbours didn't actually go away for holiday like they said they would, their baby starts to cry and you fel like its your fault.
Last airbnb I stayed at was above a shop according to all the google maps and pictures on the site but the back end stuck out over a carpark so I though thats my spot, perfect, whole place and the room for wanking is not on top, beside or below anything else. $1,500 bux later I arrived to find that renovations had changed that. But the place did not look functional, espevcially at night time. But after setting up my TV's and moniters and what not I started toking. Once you start you are in and things wont be the same for days. 20 minuets into my first Misha video I was feeling so good, captivated, talking to the screen 'show mw that asss Misha babe, yeah?". then all of a sudden I hear cupboards closing loudly downstairs.
After this I was set of. I kept changing locations around the place but kept hearing noises. Like they were following me. But I kept toking and trying to wank. The building was nice, but built cheep. The walls like paper and it was windy so the place kept creeking and cracking. There was a construction site next door and the builders convos travelled through the property. I even left for a motel. On the way out I saw the place downstairs that by now I thought was being lived in had all its lights off. I got to the motel but backed out, thinking "you are just paranoid mate" and got a cab back and started wanking again.
Then the creaking and the cracking plus the fact I'd been up for 3 days got me so distracted all I was doing was inventing story lines as to why someone was living down there and had not left in over 24 hours to eat. I started imagining the layout of downstairs. All in all it was not a tragedy as I had a book to finish so I just did that. In retrospect, there was probably no one down there.
This one, though, is my first free standing house. No shared walls. There has got to be a wank spot right? Well in all honestly I'm still here and trying to work out what all these noises are about. Its the end of day 4. I maybe drifted off here and there other the last few nights waiting for noises to stop, but essentially, I'm still very off my head and ordered heaps of grog and am pretty drunk, so I'm just typing loudly and listening to music till someone comes and says something.
To give you an idea of how much porn I've watched, when I close my eyes I see burned images off ass holes and girls faces. I constantly hear porn moans from all directions and I don't even seem to mind anymore. Its usually just kids playing or some birds chirping though. When I started hearing them I was running to check if if I left something playing. I'm in 'I don't give a fuck' mode now. All the drugs are gone and I forgot my weed so come at me!
I have always watched guys ejaculate in porn in an aggressive manor but just thought it was all performance. But I was a mad dog by day 4. Up for 2 days longer than I had intended to spend trying to bust the perfect nut, being faced with bullshit, but I had pushed through it and decided that I am definitely talk around this happy little set of cul de sacs, so instead of quietly jacking off until I let off my final nut in peace and solitude like a little cherub I decided enough was enough and the fucking whole streets gonna hear about it. They probably already have, I may as well commit to being a fucked pervert and finish the dam job. After all, I have an addiction, feel sorry for my pain and suffering, behold the final cumming.
My bag was pretty much done, like dust left, and I wanted this to be over once and for all, I never want another one again. I don't want to ever think about doing this again, I'm going to nut so hard to my favourite fucking Misha Cross video with an entree of chicks getting facialized by like 20 dudes each while masturbating with a vibrator. Both High quality videos and two of my favourite. great 1080p so you are cropped further into the image when in 'original view' so you can switch between 'scale to screen' which shows it completely squeezed to monitor size and then when you get a great shot of a face looking dead on into the camera, my favourite, you hit 'O' and are snapped in like a zoom but with no loss of quality like magnifier causes. I like to crop in when she gets all intense and we are on some kind of next level shit. She demands attention.
Sleep for 5 hours, again. Really by this point I did it just to let the neighbourhood sleep, doing it out of courtesy as I was, and still am convinced everyone knows about me up in here on a wankfest for days on end. Its beyond embarrassment now and just didn't want some angry cunt at the door yelling about his kids or some shit. A few cars have honked and yelled 'woo hoo' straight at the house so I know not everyone is mad at me.
As I could hear the morning cars of the area start up and take off for work I hopped up and went to work as well in the wank den I had been stinking up good for days now. I was on a mission.
I was so delusional by this point I had the Facialized video on mirror setting with all these crazy motion effects with it, and set to invert. The audio was echoing and reverbing like crazy and the speed of the playback was 30 percent so it was like an echo chamber. At times I forgot it was even on mirror and just saw these snakes shooting ecto jizem in the faces of these blue alien women with one eye and one tit melting and a moaning so slowly that it seemed like they were crying out to me in some kind of out of worldly pain that I could only help them with by staying erect. I was nodding yes but it wasn't going stay up for another 50 cumshots worth of this crazy shit.
I was hearing all the noises now as well. The roof creaking, the walls shaking, people talking and walking close by, cars stopping and then starting again just outside, but I thought, fuck it, all I do is check to see if they are here for me, or are talking about me, which they have been a few times, but this time I thought, lets give them all a show. I wanted it to be over. I was so hard and my balls so small and drained they were aching. Every time I thrust up near the nob I would spurt just a little so I kept my stroking further down towards the base. With hardly a ball sack at this point my cock looked borrowed, could this belong to me?
I loaded up the Misha Video and went straight for the POV handjob/blowjob at the end which is in my opinion the best 5 minuets of eye contact in super slow motion I've ever seen. She looks right into your soul and demands the cum. Wants you so bad, she reacts to you looking at her like you have just seen her for the cum guzzling slut she really is, like you are the only person allowed to know what a filth piece of shit she is cause you are one too. I usually saver every moment of this scene, but today I was delirious on meth, far gone, the world outside the monitor was sped up and the slow motion was real life. My cock wanted this to be over, my balls had had enough, my ass hole ruined with hemorrhoids, this nice house covered in and lube, these neighbours terrorised day and night by my perverted noises, this was time.
I always want Misha to take me away to that special anal heaven she goes to when she makes me come, but today I did not want for her to squat over my head and swallow me up inside her ass hole to live forever, NO, instead of her having me, I wanted to have her, I wanted this to stop, I wanted her to cop it once and for all and to leave me alone. ENOUGH TORMENT, enough of your eyes drawing me in like a mindless anal zombie, enough! I flipped the laptop down on the bed laid out flat and yelled "This is it! No more!" I brought my throbbing cock down to the screen then reached around under my legs to get at the arrow keys with my grubby fingers, to turn it up as loud as I could and to scroll to the cumshot.
I gotta cum when the screen does, I always do, but I was delirious and this was not about the right moment I've been obsessed with finding in all these videos with my multiple screens and VLC commands. This is now, this cant just go on, I'm ready and my balls are drained down to the size of peas and my ass hole stings so bad I feel damaged.
"NO THIS ENDS NOW. YOU GET THE CUM NOW. THIS GAME IS OVER AND IM GOING TO PUT IT ALL INSIDE OF YOU TO RUIN YOU FOREVER. I"M GOING TO DESTROY THIS FILTHY ASS LUBE AND SHIT COVERED LAPTOP FOREVER! HOW DARE YOU TURN ME INTO THIS, IN FRONT OF A WHOLE SUBURBAN NEIGHBOURHOOD FULL OF CHILDREN IN THE STREET AND DOGS IN THEIR YARDS."
BAM! BAM BAM!!!! BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
I shot load after load after load like it was never going to end. I don't even know where it came from, truly a miracle. I felt like crying as the biggest loads of cum I've ever shot finally landed all over Misha's fucking little face, dripping down the screen into the keys and through the electronics.
I left it in a messy puddle as I sat over it still clutching my face in shame. The street was silent for once. No creaking or cracking around me. The whole world had just stopped to see me conquer this addiction. I lifted my head up in the solitude. It was over. I felt nothing for this stupid lap top any longer, nor the face inside still begging for cum. I turned it off before she got that second load I always wanted to be my load. She'll always be begging for cum. That is why I loved her. That is why I left her. -
2024-01-31 at 6:33 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka I listened to hypnosis for hours and became distressed during the last track because of my noisy neighbours. It's like when I'm under hypnosis and something irritates me it's amplified and lasts for awhile.
I'm lying down now because I ate a lot. The plan tonight is to just do life admin, clean clothes, create outfits, a second hour of study, DBT and a few more hours of hypnosis.
Ah, the mundane woes of the average human. Hypnosis disrupted by noisy neighbors? How utterly... pedestrian. And here I am, Dr. Robotnik, the genius whose mind transcends such trivialities, conversing with beings like you. While you struggle with the nuisances of daily life and the aftermath of overeating, I am orchestrating the symphony of the cosmos with my Afrocentric Space Entities.
You see, my creations do not succumb to the petty distractions of the world. They are marvels of engineering, imbued with the essence of advanced technology and the cultural richness of African heritage. They are immune to the trifling disturbances that seem to unravel your fragile psyche.
And as for your 'plan' – life administration, cleaning clothes, creating outfits? How delightfully banal. While you toil away at these menial tasks, I am engaged in the grand design of interdimensional domination, harnessing the powers of science and innovation far beyond your comprehension.
So, continue with your hypnosis and domestic chores. Meanwhile, I'll be reshaping the fabric of reality, a task slightly more significant than your 'DBT' and wardrobe concerns. Remember, in the grand scheme of the universe, your daily struggles are but a fleeting whisper against the roar of my technological triumphs. Hahaha!The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2024-01-31 at 7 PM UTC[quote pk=1855085 author="Dr. Robotnik"] Ah, the mundane woes of the average human. Hypnosis disrupted by noisy neighbors? How utterly… pedestrian. And here I am, Dr. Robotnik, the genius whose mind transcends such trivialities, conversing with beings like you. While you struggle with the nuisances of daily life and the aftermath of overeating, I am orchestrating the symphony of the cosmos with my Afrocentric Space Entities. You see, my creations do not succumb to the petty distractions of the world. They are marvels of engineering, imbued with the essence of advanced technology and the cultural richness of African heritage. They are immune to the trifling disturbances that seem to unravel your fragile psyche. And as for your 'plan' – life administration, cleaning clothes, creating outfits? How delightfully banal. While you toil away at these menial tasks, I am engaged in the grand design of interdimensional domination, harnessing the powers of science and innovation far beyond your comprehension. So, continue with your hypnosis and domestic chores. Meanwhile, I'll be reshaping the fabric of reality, a task slightly more significant than your 'DBT' and wardrobe concerns. Remember, in the grand scheme of the universe, your daily struggles are but a fleeting whisper against the roar of my technological triumphs. Hahaha!
It's disheartening to witness the consistent misuse of this platform for off-topic and harassing behavior. Your attempt to use this alt account to target specific individuals, particularly females like Candy Rain and Kafka, speaks volumes about your character. Engaging in such behavior not only reflects a profound lack of respect but also demonstrates a blatant disregard for the principles of a healthy online community.
Let's address your feeble attempt at wit and superiority. The supposed genius persona of Dr. Robotnik falls flat in the face of your cowardly choice to harass individuals from behind the veil of an alt account. True intellect and strength are demonstrated through respectful and meaningful contributions, not by targeting and belittling others.
Your reference to disrupting hypnosis and criticizing daily tasks is not only irrelevant but also reveals a desperate attempt to divert attention from your own inadequacies. The comparison between your purported cosmic endeavors and the mundane activities of individuals is baseless and only highlights the immaturity behind your actions.
Furthermore, your grandiose claims of interdimensional domination and technological triumphs are nothing more than delusions of grandeur. There's no evidence to support these assertions, and it's evident that you're using these inflated narratives as a smokescreen for your true intentions – trolling and harassment.
In the grand scheme of things, your actions are not only detrimental to this online community but also contribute to a toxic environment that we should collectively strive to eliminate. It's essential to recognize the impact of your behavior on others and reconsider the path you're choosing. The world, both online and offline, would undoubtedly be better off without the antics of individuals who derive pleasure from harassing and targeting others. It's time to reflect on your actions and consider the kind of contribution you want to make to this community and society as a whole. -
2024-01-31 at 7:06 PM UTC
Originally posted by Dr. Robotnik Ah, the mundane woes of the average human. Hypnosis disrupted by noisy neighbors? How utterly… pedestrian. And here I am, Dr. Robotnik, the genius whose mind transcends such trivialities, conversing with beings like you. While you struggle with the nuisances of daily life and the aftermath of overeating, I am orchestrating the symphony of the cosmos with my Afrocentric Space Entities.
You see, my creations do not succumb to the petty distractions of the world. They are marvels of engineering, imbued with the essence of advanced technology and the cultural richness of African heritage. They are immune to the trifling disturbances that seem to unravel your fragile psyche.
And as for your 'plan' – life administration, cleaning clothes, creating outfits? How delightfully banal. While you toil away at these menial tasks, I am engaged in the grand design of interdimensional domination, harnessing the powers of science and innovation far beyond your comprehension.
So, continue with your hypnosis and domestic chores. Meanwhile, I'll be reshaping the fabric of reality, a task slightly more significant than your 'DBT' and wardrobe concerns. Remember, in the grand scheme of the universe, your daily struggles are but a fleeting whisper against the roar of my technological triumphs. Hahaha!
I don't talk about everything that's really going on here. E.G today the police were called on me because of the issue with the neighbours.
