the most important thing to confess is that confessings a calendar it is in fact the truest calendar the calendar of calendars why is this? its easy my fiends because theres nothing more bound to time than confessing as you confess more you live more and as you live more you confess more as bàbá phenethÿlia writes in their seminal karma kollection woh ne reeb but this is just kindergarten analysis for spiritual foeti the juicy juice is yet to come ah youve heard that before you seekers after seeking weve all heard this before i confess to desiring above all else to share the calendar of confessing with you this calendar that will reconstitute time and recreate soul but as a secret worthy of only the noblest hearts it must be released in dribbles and hints like grizeldas indiscretions patience my loves the only path to knowledge
i confess to reading the news not for news not for information or opinions or knowledge or entertainment but for horror medias whether social journalistic sensational awardwinning far more traumatizing than anything technically falling into the horror genre less because of the parade of atrocities and more because
whonyms are thieves and if our socalled education system actually did what it claims to it would teach this from the earliest age thinking like a thief thiefology practical thievery biothievery thievery and time thievery and nothingness thievery for seniors cryptothievery & so on stealing goods and money thoughs the least of our disaster even stealing our digits limbs eyes livers and gonads isnt nearly as serious as our most common and legal theft for if were adept at anything its stealing time soul spirit mind and those of us who cannot forget the ardor of the house of creation watch amuck the sanctioned spoilings of our embattled zeal
i confess to finding depression more fertile than happiness more communicative warmer friendlier with more depth nobility wit loyalty intelligence curiosity inventiveness these attributes all the more true as depression doesnt try to be anything but itself as it doesnt attempt to escape itself and become horror! happiness but instead seeks its own and explores the labyrinthine metallurgy it holds within its ostensibly more dolorous surfaces
in one place i lived i marked the spots on the wall i hit with my cum a penciled line with the date and a code referring to the journal entry describing in lewd detail the fantasy i had conjured to achieve such heights id only add a new line if i shot higher and so the wall took on that feel that some childrens bedrooms doors do when a parent marks their increasing height as they age with a pencil line and date the few miscreants who happened to find themselves in my bedroom would rarely ask about the lines whonyms are shockingly unobservant and uncurious but its easy to waltz around such questions once in the bedroom always in the fog as granny ı says and so my secret remains of course if i happen to cum outside an alien hole i tend to follow the instructions of the other party and aim the jizz at whatever body part they instruct in their disarray tits! face! ass! the usual though a serbian dancer preferred it on her feet followed by a sticky massage none of this highlights my velocity capacities but thats not it seems what anybodys after
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