Nikku772

So this was my friends grandpas porn. We kept anything we liked but there was still like a full home depot box of magazines. Well I’m not proud of how we “disposed/shared” them. As we drove from high school to high school tossing them just all over on campuses. This was a Sunday night so we thought we’d hear all about it in class on Monday. Nope. No idea what happened but by the time we got to our high school Monday morning all the magazines were gone and we never heard about it.

So like, could I find out who owns the rights to a plastic in me and then invoice them for the storage until they come and collect their goods?

I’d think any kind of endangered animal, to ensure I’m not killed for sport or something, but also big enough to not be anythings food. Elephant maybe or bear? From there, it’s easy, since I’d be able to kinda write as both of those, start writing messages. If I’m in the wild, go to a camp area or trail humans use a lot, leave messages everywhere until someone records me writing them. At that point, I’m sure some kind of government scientist would want to know why and how I know English. Then tell them I want to talk to the president as I’m actually an alien.
Do I turn back that moment? If so this is gonna be awkward, but I also just turned from an animal to a human… so maybe it would add to my alien story.

Kinda? I use to like to make art (graffiti) in the most hidden places around work. Sticky note smiley faces in the ceiling. Jokes and killroys in sharpie anywhere I could get them and still be hard to find. I’m sure I wasted more time messing around with it than any actual materials.

I think the funnest one is “ Spice, all = WOKE”, like damn…. All spices in the world?

Never. We always talked about what we liked and what was going to make it into the bedroom. We found things on both sides we weren’t comfortable with and things we were.

The most important things in the world to you could be here one day, perfectly happy and healthy, and the next day gone. The weight of discovery and their limp body.

Every time I would see someone acting in movies I used to think, that’s a bit of an over reaction. No it’s not. When you see a movie and the reaction seems a bit over the top, it’s not.

FL, US. So that comes with its own stack of shit. Three seasons here: Summer 95f(35c), not summer 70f(21c) and hurricane. I’ve only ever lived here but I’ve been on winter vacations and I’m just not good in the cold. The only thing that really separates the seasons here is the cities put lights on the palm trees. You can always spot the tourists during winter too, locals dress like it’s snowing if it’s at all close to 60f(15c) myself included.

Either I don’t remember my dreams or I don’t dream. Last dream I had was when I was like 8 and I still remember it 26 years later. Sleep for me is like sleep in Skyrim. Close eyes. Try not to think about anything, blackness then like a snap I’m awake again. Even my train of thought just picks pack up from before I fell asleep.

I will say that the one dream I remember was in 1st person.
Why was my dick a gas pump nozzle…

Body, one use. Then it’s on hand duty until next towel takes its place.

I simply don’t won’t to carry on without them. There is more to it but that’s most of it. All I have are boxes of aches now.

I’m just horny and lazy and more so one then the other atm.