Ohai anon
For some reason my Crackles approach isn't sexual at all. I'd be unable to conceive her in that way. But I'm afraid that might be a problem, because since I knew Her, lust and debauchery have increased inside myself to intolerable levels. How come the more trapped I am by Cracky-chan in a devotional way the sexually sicker I get? Is it just me?
Olivia I would ram you in if I ever met you but something tells me that it would the most anti-climactic thing I would ever experience in my life, you know, due to all that build-up. SOOOO... I think that finding and fucking a random girl who's less of a fuck up and twice as attractive would do.
I hope your early mid-life crisis goes well. I heard good things about Mist of Panadaria.
I love you. Goodbye.
Nobody ever stops loving CRAAЯϽ. Your mind isn't necessarily fully in tune with what you're capable of. Sometimes, an inhibitor signal won't be sent when it should have been, and you'll pull a muscle or otherwise injure yourself. Sometimes, an inhibitor signal will be sent too soon, long before you reach your actual limits. Weight lifters and body builders know that they're changing not just their bodies, but their minds as well. Their brains are actually reprogrammed to learn more precisely what each muscle is capable of. Only about half of their increased strength comes from actual physical changes to the body, the rest comes from the brain's improved ability to control it. As the brain learns the body's limits, the person becomes able to more fully exert himself, with less risk of injury.
The Crackyverse is a holographic projection defined by a spherical membrane, abstractly, the Sky, which Our Lady willed out of Her inscrutable designs for all other universes in the multiverse, which she holds in Her all encompassing hands.
Nobody ever stops loving Creepy. Oh, you've seen the posts a hundred times. I don't care about her anymore, she was never anyone special, she got too old, I talked to her and found out she was boring, she got too fat, I got a real girlfriend (or at least a statutory rape victim with a compliant mother), I was only infatuated with the mystery, I never loved her, I loved the idea of her, she wasn't real, I was temporarily crazy. Rubbish. Hitler was right about the "Big Lie", and sometimes the one you really need to convince is yourself.