not that i know or anything this is just the type of stuff i thnk of when im sick at home

And now I will be your life coach.

Buy yourself a new sofa, a big three-seated soft thing that will fit nicely in front of your TV and complement the colors of the living space, perfect central point of congregation for the guests of a casual dinner party. Then get to work on your pantry and vegetable bin, stocking up on spices and tubers and greens of all manner and sort. Get a recipe book and learn it well, chopping and baking your way to culinary expertise.

Now make your way to a local trade show and buy impressive swords and knives, mounting them along the walls of your refurbished home. When people ask you about them, say nervously that they remind you of your uncle, and if questioned further change the subject and let your guests know that you hope the wine is suiting them well.

One day we will all live in Paris against a cloudless blue sky watching the swoopings of birds, remarking to one another in short phrases, in French of course, though we are not quite sure what day it is or when exactly we picked up French. No matter. The city of light has become the city where everybody is from everywhere else, and there is no alienation in tow, just endless summer days with a wind that is a bit too strong and threatens to blow away the papers in your hands covered with something like writing.

The wet ink presses against your hands, adding to the black semi-scribbles already there. Your vision has been getting blurrier for a time, though it is hard to be sure how long. The dream is fraying at the edges, old cloth not torn but disintegrating. You realize there are tears in your eyes and they sting, it grows harder to breathe, your chest a pool whose depth you keep overestimating, trying to capture oxygen that seems to have fled the area.

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Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles And now I will be your life coach. Buy yourself a new sofa, a big three-seated soft thing that will fit nicely in front of your TV and complement the colors of the living space, perfect central point of congregation for the guests of a casual dinner party. Then get to work on your pantry and vegetable bin, stocking up on spices and tubers and greens of all manner and sort. Get a recipe book and learn it well, chopping and baking your way to culinary expertise. Now make your way to a local trade show and buy impressive swords and knives, mounting them along the walls of your refurbished home. When people ask you about them, say nervously that they remind you of your uncle, and if questioned further change the subject and let your guests know that you hope the wine is suiting them well. One day we will all live in Paris against a cloudless blue sky watching the swoopings of birds, remarking to one another in short phrases, in French of course, though we are not quite sure what day it is or when exactly we picked up French. No matter. The city of light has become the city where everybody is from everywhere else, and there is no alienation in tow, just endless summer days with a wind that is a bit too strong and threatens to blow away the papers in your hands covered with something like writing. The wet ink presses against your hands, adding to the black semi-scribbles already there. Your vision has been getting blurrier for a time, though it is hard to be sure how long. The dream is fraying at the edges, old cloth not torn but disintegrating. You realize there are tears in your eyes and they sting, it grows harder to breathe, your chest a pool whose depth you keep overestimating, trying to capture oxygen that seems to have fled the area.

u think about some weird shit man

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Originally posted by Reza u think about some really boring shit man

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Originally posted by Vivid Boy not that i know or anything this is just the type of stuff i thnk of when im sick at home

Love how you felt the urge to clarify you weren't speaking from experience.

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Never thought about it before...the guy is totally right.

What else do yo think about when at home, I'm curious lol

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Originally posted by Zyklon_Jay Maybe you had bad breath or kiss like a horse eating a pack of sugar cubes that fell on the pavement.

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Originally posted by shapes No really there was blood, coming from my asshole.

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Originally posted by OkiDokie Never thought about it before...the guy is totally right. What else do yo think about when at home, I'm curious lol

Have you ever had a conversation with him?

Eric is FILLED with stories!

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Originally posted by OkiDokie Never thought about it before...the guy is totally right. What else do yo think about when at home, I'm curious lol

well its not so much what i think of, like i just dreamnt of a tsunami of dicks rushing through a small island like fiji or something. crushing through buildings like a battering ram, impaling people riding their bikes just drowning the complete island in dicks. and on top of this mega wave of pulsating boners is me on a surfboard at the very front, with my sunglasses on and a leather jacket like bret the hitman hart screaming intimidating things like "IM CUMIN FIJIANS! MUAHAHAHA"

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Originally posted by Vivid Boy well its not so much what i think of, like i just dreamnt of a tsunami of dicks rushing through a small island like fiji or something. crushing through buildings like a battering ram, impaling people riding their bikes just drowning the complete island in dicks. and on top of this mega wave of pulsating boners is me on a surfboard at the very front, with my sunglasses on and a leather jacket like bret the hitman hart screaming intimidating things like "IM CUMIN FIJIANS! MUAHAHAHA"

Had a dream that I was in this place that had these chicks literally on the platters, naked, spread eagle and platters were eye-level, so I could wonder around and examine the goods up close. From puffy and waxed to flapgina monsters with a dick sized clits, the delicate clam was there for inspection, selection and enjoyment. I wondered for what seemed like hours... Just mesmerized, selecting the goods - like that Cars.com commercial... But was woke up by alarm, before I had a chance to muff dive.

I think this dream means I put a pussy on a pedestal.... Discuss.

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