Story time

I """""accidentally""""" poked her asshole with my finger the other day and she liked it.

at first i like saying i didn't care, but i did care.

>>8626522

I will undergo dissolution into the draconic principle soon through self-immolation, for a dragon is born in fire and a dragon dies in fire. You don't get the actual story behind this because fuck you. The end.

The raven's name was Cynthia and she was a bitch. It wasn't her fault, the wizard who gave her the gift of speech had been a real jerk with a nasty habit of animal abuse. So now I'm stuck with this pile of mangy feather that can't stop criticizing me.

"Get a fucking job Tony," she squawks for the thousandth time as I turn on the TV. "You used to have so much potential."

I ignore her, as usual. If she wants to talk she can damn well be polite like everybody else. Of course, that doesn't go over well.

"Are you even listening to me? My mother always said you'd end up like this and now I know what a dumbass I was for not listening to her! You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

>>8627091
eat shit luna

>>8627216

I would ask you what's wrong with you but I don't really care at this point.

today i had a weird dream of a dialogue between gaddafi and a weird creature (it changed his/her appearance looking as a stereotypical magician, a fembot, a monk and a 19th century sufragette), whom gaddafi assumed to be a devil, but who likely wasn't one because it laughed at gaddafi's idea that a human soul could be sold. they spoke about a few philosophical matters and also that, ughm, magician or w/e granted gaddafi one wish which was to shoot down american planes that were about to strike at gaddafi's column since it all was set while gaddafi fled libya. the wish was fulfilled and they began to discuss if it was a waste of wish since if the goal of gaddafi was to flee he could have wished simply to flee safely and also about the nature of time since the past was seemingly changed, here i woke up

>>8626522

latin american city with over 10 million people

an hour ago I tried to go to Mass late. I go half an hour late because the modern mass with acoustic guitars bores me, but I still believe it is a mortal sin to not go to mass every Sunday.
In spite of that I am sexually active and have watched-watch porn daily.

I failed at going to mass because either a crazy woman or a desperate prostitute was on the street before the Church, yelling at men, asking them to fuck her, and telling them "you dont know what you are missing" when the men refused.
I saw her persecute a man riding a bike 30 meters, like a dog running after a motorcycle.

I feared getting next to that woman, so I walked 10 blocks to another church, and had to presence mass for over an hour instead of only half an hour.