guy who speaks in convoluted and nested turns of phrase and at first you think he's just doing it to be a dickish pseud but soon it becomes clear that his internal monologue simply is that jumbled, hopelessly and irrevocably beyond righting, that he deserves a great deal of your pity. perhaps you should even start some kind of patronizing charity fund with the aim of founding an institute researching cures for his terrible, offputting mental deficiency. but you won't. you won't.

i just unzip my cloaca and let the posts gush out of me

when that honey mustard hits

what you experience is hyperfixation, which is pathological. what I experience is psychosexual obsession， which is also pathological, but in a darkly chic and subversive way. thank you for understanding.

if there was a felt puppet of me would you fuck its mouth? <- first thought i have of day

*talking to partner who is clearly failing the test* its not necessarily important that you want the puppet to blow you, just that you are attracted enough to it to want to fuck it in SOME way.