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>on a dark and stormy night

>raindrops rolling down my window

>50 years pass and it is still raining

>like the tears roll down my face

>suddenly the thought of a great loss comes up

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>>8498278
So like a timeline gap, stormy night reminds this old man of his childhood/young adult years

>>8498284
>and I begin to masturbate furiously

>>8498287
>oh, sweet little death

>>8498288
>masturbate to death

>as i'm about to climax

>I stroked my feminine penis furiously

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>i hear a knock at my window

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While thinking about my dear friend whose name is.....

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>who´s there? who´s about to come?

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>a hint of jism travels down my cock - 'oh shit' i think

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> I remember, then, that my friend Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way is supposed to be meeting me to discuss...

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>Gundam

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>to take advice...his girlfriend turned into a mecha robot

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I hop into my mech suit

>only to be sucked off by a clone of my dead mom

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And get some head from Slavoj on the side

>cut my life into pieces

>I can't feel you there

>>8498346
Can cocks dream of electric ideology?

>>8498374
yes.

>he becomes a serial killer and makes a cult for serial killers who gather around every while to discus serial killer stuff

>they start to kill each other

>>8498399
how do you count ideology?

>The End.

>be white 15 year old fag
>>on a dark and stormy night
>raindrops rolling down my window
>50 years pass and it is still raining
>like the tears roll down my face
>suddenly the thought of a great loss comes up
>and I begin to masturbate furiously
>oh, sweet little death
>masturbate to death
>as i'm about to climax
>I stroked my feminine penis furiously
>i hear a knock at my window
>While thinking about my dear friend whose name is.....
>who´s there? who´s about to come?
>a hint of jism travels down my cock - 'oh shit' i think
> I remember, then, that my friend Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way is supposed to be meeting me to discuss...
>Gundam
>to take advice...his girlfriend turned into a mecha robot
>I hop into my mech suit
>only to be sucked off by a clone of my dead mom
>And get some head from Slavoj on the side
>cut my life into pieces
>I can't feel you there
>he becomes a serial killer and makes a cult for serial killers who gather around every while to discus serial killer stuff
>they start to kill each other
>The End.

>>8498284
>.png

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>or is it?

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i'm so creative dude like tots. i just came up with that on the spot i don't know man shit was tense. first i was like damn this could be a good thread for a change, then i see it become an erotica and i'm like DUUUUDE so i thought maybe i should add some spice you know so i clicked reply and just like typed it out without thinking
in my head they sat like in jesus's lunch or dinner or whatever meal in a big hall and some guy sat above them on chair alone i guess that's like the main thing there y'know, i don't remember who he way but motherfucker was scary looking then they started losing members via murders and like man all serial killers knows each other now because they're in a sort of organization and shit, it's obvious they're killing each other and that nigga on top is like what the fuck is happening to this beautiful cult i started.
shit is fucked up my brother

>when I graduated I had to poop and the only thing I had to wipe with was my crush's diploma

This thread is bad

>but then all of a sudden the Milky Way's supermassive black hole exploded by a quantum bounce and everyone was obliterated

>whisper a few lines of "My Twisted World" to an 8" framed portrait of Elliot Rodger on my beside table

>wake up on the surface of the ocean