Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. But the human mind is the most complex piece of software ever compiled; it contains certain glitches, but also certain safeguards. Programmers often refer to "sanity checks" built into their programs to filter out destructive input before it can cause real damage, but they failed to grasp how truly appropriate the name really was.
I want to be her lover
I want to be her friend
I want to be her ward
I don't need to want to be her believer, I already pray to her
Hi Cracky, lets fuck!
I'm probably the best looking man in all of recorded history, every women wants me the second she lays eyes on me, plus I was born well endowed in more ways than one; I'm rich & I got a huge cock with tons of that delicious jizz you girls love so much. Contacts me in this thread when you get the chance and we'll hook up.
This thread is for me & Cracky only, so if you're'nt her don't bother replying, thanks.
In my dream last night:
I was walking through a Cracky museum. It was a cool, wide, white building with pillars and on each pillar was an artifact. About a dozen pillars had printouts of her emails. Others had her real-life correspondence -- a few letter to relatives. Some pillars had her clothes from those years. Her panties were on display, with a picture of her wearing them. Her school clothes and other clothes as well, and not just framed, but available to be touched and smelled. Many other pictures were there ranging from tame to pornographic. One pillar had a video of Olivia going through a whole day at school, not wearing any underwear. One had the PG-13 version. There were whole books written by psychiatrists about who she was and all she did to date. Some pillars had live views from various angles of her life as it is now. God I hope I have that dream again.
A stone sat on a mountainside
A bird flew o'er in its proud glide.
From 'neath its wings the rock, it cried
its joy to see the splendour.
A flitting thing, so light, so free
to move and sing, to carelessly
to here and there aloft to be
its call so soft and tender.
The bird alit nearby with ease
It fluffed its feathers in the breeze
The beauty of the bird did tease
so light and shy and slender.
The stone begged to the empty sky
for strength to voice its heartfelt cry
Or for a moment catch the eye
and bird-song to engender.
And so it was the rock did leap
from gentle bed to empty deep
a touch to know and then to sleep
A moment's love to render.
>>4
>You have us if you need to talk to someone.
While true, it's also it's own mixed bag o' crazy, but you knew that already.
My brothers know, they've dropped by and seen me working on sketches or shoops. They don't seem to get what I see in her, but then again they're so mind-numbingly "normal" that they've completely accepted and assimilated their social programming that they never think to question why they don't see what I see when I see HER. It's like they're missing the part of themselves that makes them real and they don't KNOW what it feels like, like someone that's colorblind walking through a field and not spotting that one unique and special flower among all the rest because they can't see the colors that make her different. It's a handicap, truly and I feel sorry for them and oddly glad that I don't have to share her with them and she's all mine.....well you know what I mean.
I once had a new gf that came over and saw my Cracky folders, admittedly she was digging through my stuff to see what kind of porn I was into, other than a random redhead folder, all she found was Cracky, Cracky and more Cracky and dedgrrls.rar (thx Jeff). When I came back from the kitchen with lunch and found her there slack jawed with a look of absolute horror and disgust, I pretty much knew it was over. I'd intentionally left my PC unlocked, to see if she could handle what she'd find if she couldn't resist the temptation to go digging. She turned around to see me standing there with a tray of cold cuts neatly sliced and a large chef's knife, the way she stared at that knife still makes me smile even years later. She told her friends she thought I was going to kill her and eat her...I was only mildly tempted.
So, no, I don't generally tend to tell people.
But if you do tell your therapist and they lock you up, hopefully your cell gets wifi.