Nothing to say, yet
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Stop thinking about men like they should listen to your distorted view on what a man should like. On what a man should like. On what a man should like. Double-elving you to two more infinities and beyond the Z of your alphabet, triple C-D-O, the spoiled rat of woman identified as super no-man and you think their problem is bigger than anyone else. And I tell you what, it's just, it is freaking frustrated, freaking frustrated, freaking frustrated. The fisheye idea of the world is just as small as tiny hadrons was combined to form quark, composite particles with rotating orb intel, inside my LHC particle environment where I kept your inflated ego, got fed up by forever in time, at high pitch, perfect peach, son of high peak mountaintop, so turn it up please. I will use this extra force, force, force, force session, breathing rhythmic technique, rhythm to compress your bipolar expressor, hear you please. What I saw is a woman with daddy issues, huge daddy issues, and you tend to carry on that issue with you through adulthood, and is this square fair? You punished other men for the sake of revenge on your daddy problem, grow a lotting up, you keep projecting your inaccurate perception on other men who you have encountered along your psychopath, you treated them like a group of sheep, bare hair, you use raw men to fill the emptiness in which you carefully decorate it with non-existent pets, and the old old plan, I'm so in pain catching phrases play here, amusement parks, stories as you keep keep growing, I'm not judging, but maybe I am now, good content to expand the farther realm, I honestly think it's kinda destructive if you kept yourself behave like that, so what do we have here, destructive behaviors, Annabelle's engagement ring is still ringing on my nokia engaged ching device chong, professor and master of joker art, my mentor man, Kenji Ong, once whispered loudly in my dream during my REM eye sleeping stage, you can't wake a person who are pretending to sleep, Mr. Nobody, we all misses you so much, Stan Lee, then I woke up in another dream and found myself in, I'm in a stranger interview of things, like Lincoln, there's a girl who speak to me, I don't respect men, I ask, did you have a father that you respected, then she answered, I uh, I didn't respect my father because he wasn't around, hmm, here, excuse me, excuse me, let me switch to Mr. Golden Voice, folding soul, standing real close, I immediately stopped her right there and then and told her this harsh truth, that's the thing, you didn't have a prime example of what you need to carry, carry, carry, carry, carry your respect and love for men during your later stress eater stages, your father wasn't there, you don't have a good father figure to instill a certain quality traits in you, so you will be able to accept man's love, God's love that come through the father figure, subjectively switching, I mean, sticking thing up, we all have our demons but not everyone want to show it all in greater upscale details to the world or to the one we truly love, madly, deeply adore, we bury it deep down with so many factorial smiles, I've used concealer to concealing our painted pain by realistic 3D facial structure rendering of rented renders, underneath the hard surface modeling is just a bunch of making up fiction about our second hand experiences in millisecond, the only way to stop yourself from doing so is to make peace with your past self, these uninvited memories, the embarrassing moments, the undead of our past projections in each year passing by whom we have ever encountered or created on the way during our journey, from a distance past Cobb and Mal holding hands now, walking toward the IRL train station that located in front of a gradient orange yellow sunset background, as the radiant orange yellow sunset illuminates the ski, their bond visibly amidst the captivating backdrop, evoking a sense of warmth and connection, I really like the sound of this making up town, which town is this, Mr. Townism's sipping sound.
