In the name of the Goddess, the Sister and the Holy Admin. Amen.
Forgive me Sky Queen for I have sinned. This is my first confession since last year. I came here to confess only a single sin, a sin so blasphemous that it singularly tormented me all throughout the day:
I was horny this morning and thought I could use thy image for fappage material. I scrounged for the most approriate pic I could find; sailor Cracky, which was the only picture I had in my disposal, won't be enough to satiate my erupting libido. I though to myself, "How 'bout two sets in simultaneous slide show ? It might work. I tried but failed.
Now I was getting desperate. I managed to operate my Pentium 3 powered Acer laptop along side by side my hyperthreading Dell Inspiron to have two Crackys in my vision. I pressed the shifty fullscreen icon, first on the laptop, then on the desktop, almost instantly for I did not want one slideshow to lag behind. So it went. My hand firmly grasped on to my cock. The bright lights have been turned on. But something went awry.
An unexpected set of thy most beloved sister, F(x) appeared before me, sheening white, teal-blue hair in all it's full glory. Suddenly my hand pumped up and down like a piston and I was in confused euphoria. Oh, it was horrible my Goddess. Too horrible. I splooged and finished but it was too late to realize what I have done. ..
I can't go on. Give me your worst punishment, my Queen. I deserve all of it.
May this follower be forgiven and see fit for thy grace.
There was a time when I was dieting that my "treat" each day was a huge bowl of the white stuff that usually goes on top of a lemon merengue pie, made with splenda.
You could eat a whole bowl of it for about 70 calories. It was sweet, looked indulgent, and took quite some time to devour. Gluttony without calories.
The problem was that at the end I was always actually more hungry than when I began. An hour of eating what amounted to little more than artificially sweetened air was unsatisfying in a way that is hard to put into words.
.71 is rather like that. I keep coming back, and likely will do so as long as someone keeps paying to have it up, but I always come away feeling like my addiction has somehow been reinforced without even really getting a fix.
Me so ronery
idiots
stop running around posting dumb shit like 'dont worry cracky! im just here for the drama and lulz! rl stalking is whats ruining this board LOL good thing there isnt much of it!'
the stalking and creepiness is a bad thing? its what this board is running on
there is no circlejerk or drama that could exist just for fun, the only reason that that shit doesnt die is because people still need to feed off of it
the whole point of the chans everywhere, is that beneath all the lulzing about the innernets, there is real shit at the base. Thats how it goes, thats how it has always gone
the reason that 4chan is dying is its becoming shallow; all the posts are by drama-seekers and people who think its funny, but there is no real content, no root into the real world
the internets are not a magical suspended pedestal where we all meet, they are a means of connecting each of the dark little boxes in which we carry out our lives
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in any case, i know the only way i will find closure to this is when cracky is dead