Bnuuy culture

AI slop prompters will never feel the exhilaration of drawing fanatically. Time becomes irrelevant. Your body morphs into just a device for devotion. You are devotion. Never blinking. Your heart beat might as well have never began, because you have become a machine for craft. You are every person before you that has ever touched pencil to paper. Your blood sings as you become a singularity. Never blinking. Never breathing. Never hearing. Eyes on paper, hand moving as if pushed and pulled by an unknown force. They will never understand the madness you feel when you enter a state where you do not starve, ache, or think. The moment you snap out of that haze, your hands covered in graphite and your stomach clawing at your insides for sustenance, that's the closest thing to divinity I have ever felt. I chase it even when my body deteriorates. I understand the weakness of my flesh and it does not deter me

did chatgpt write that response for you too

Girls parents are always being like "your name is a sacred gift we gave you and so how dare you change it!" and the name in question is like Scrandrew or something

imagine you’re a ninth grader just goofing off with your buddy and you come up with a name for a band that makes both of you laugh while you’re stoned and you record a couple of tapes during summer break using that stupid band name you came up with to make your friends laugh and then forty years pass and you’re stuck with your entire life’s work and legacy being called Ween

The itch sale has concluded but SLARPG is still 50% off on Steam for a few more days!!

BLUE ALIEN GF: our universe is much like your own, but in our timeline, dj khaled never returned from being lost at sea

Imagine how bad that first post-nut clarity hits for a freshly married mormon