People hold me back by having such dumb expectations of me. Every day I feel the consequences of their such sewer thoughts about me, so much that it is hard to rise above it. I'm living in a Sim with 2D men and women, who have the intelligence of eighth graders. Plastic spastic woopie fantastic, sprayed in formeldrehyde perfume poison, spray tanned Gifs who only destroy beauty and grace. Some people can't hide the punishment of their vacuous greed. I'm speaking from the prison-like inferno of my own trial by a thousand tests still. Why is the sun so hot near Berriedale 7011? Is Ra the Sun god in residence?
NO KIDDFUKKER HERE
Satan's attempts at turning me into a kiddfukker have fallen flat, I will not be the first legal boylove paedophile for you. I won't marry a son or take a slave. You can't replace any of our childhoods with simulated pedo porn. To Satan and Autobook friends. I hate teenagers now since HAYDO, that Gladstone 4680 QLDer made me hate Gay Fagot Matis and too cold to work with under 23 year olds at all. Ever.
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