I come from the future. This was found on infinitychan. As soon as this picture was posted, a select few anonymous old-timers insisted on creating a site just for her and subsequently, a few namefags have bragged on finding her retirement home. A whole new set of her edgy art was found on her livejournal3000 account consisting mainly of her provocative posings without her false teeth, wig, and stockings. Some have nicknamed her "The Geritol Queen".
But after all the attention, she has since receded back into the comfort of online anonymity creeped out by countless pretentious anons creating love poems such as, 'Rocking Chairs Avast In Eternal Reciprocating Agony and Love' and a whole circlejerk of various other anons vying for her attention by posting back and forth on message boards with an underlying tone of lonely and riddled agony fueled by another coming of Cracky so a few words on the screen can fuel their lonely, riddled selves to live a little while longer. Also, in the future, there is no such thing as run on sentences. Yay for me.
I have come to warn you on the errors of your ways. You are only doomed to suffer in agony for the rest of your lives because there is as much chance she will be with you as there is that you'll come out of your mom's basement and be a productive member of society. We will all get old and unattractive one day. GTFO out and find someone you have a real chance with while you still can.