3/24 @ 10:36pm
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
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I wish you luck in your relationships... And in finding a worthy destination for your hard-earned credits.
Your choices give your statement and show your style. The model owns and controls her room. Have fun!
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I wish you luck in your relationships... And in finding a worthy destination for your hard-earned credits.
Your choices give your statement and show your style. The model owns and controls her room. Have fun!
She is not getting anything from me. The credits can rot for all I care.
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I wish you luck in your relationships... And in finding a worthy destination for your hard-earned credits.
Your choices give your statement and show your style. The model owns and controls her room. Have fun!
The model doesn't even own herself. She is owned by her emotions and insecurities.
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3/28 @ 1:02am
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
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You cannot wave the sausage before the noseless d0g. Temptation and seduction now roll off me like so much water off a salamander.
The Way is not for every man. Be glad that you feel more than the husk of emotion. That love claws can still find purchase upon you.
For me it is all warm milk and early bed times.
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3/28 @ 9:18am
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
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A large shadow traverses the square... and strong talons grip a steel perch.
The Love Vulture has landed and glares at his quaking audience. His power can take over and form in any time, any place. To torment the afflicted. He is so obvious in his methods because he has successfully fed upon generation after generation of young, hopeful hearts. His belly so full that most he simply dashes against his temple walls.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Resist if you can his evil compulsions. Every fight, even lost, is worth the suffering. To loosen the talon grip if not break it!
Are you men or bird food?
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You cannot wave the sausage before the noseless d0g. Temptation and seduction now roll off me like so much water off a salamander.
The Way is not for every man. Be glad that you feel more than the husk of emotion. That love claws can still find purchase upon you.
For me it is all warm milk and early bed times.
Bottom line, do not get attached to an internet whore. They will pretend to like or love you until they think you are out of money. The joke is on her. She thinks I am out of money. I am out of money for her.
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3/29 @ 5:08am
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
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Bottom line, do not get attached to an internet whore. They will pretend to like or love you until they think you are out of money. The joke is on her. She thinks I am out of money. I am out of money for her.
She has a job. Her business is fantasy. If she is dedicated she works hard to make a custom fantasy come to life for you.
We lie too. If we try to make the fantasy more intense.
It's all in fun. You can see past it and treat each other well. It is possible. It is possible to hold onto your wallet just like you do when tempted by cakes, and clothing, and cars which are sold by aggressive marketing.
This is a little different because you often are trying to immerse yourself in the fantasy. It is not as easy to be direct and say that. See I am breaking out of that mode right now.
Just trying to be real for a moment and to be kind. You can be both.
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She has a job. Her business is fantasy. If she is dedicated she works hard to make a custom fantasy come to life for you.
We lie too. If we try to make the fantasy more intense.
It's all in fun. You can see past it and treat each other well. It is possible. It is possible to hold onto your wallet just like you do when tempted by cakes, and clothing, and cars which are sold by aggressive marketing.
This is a little different because you often are trying to immerse yourself in the fantasy. It is not as easy to be direct and say that. See I am breaking out of that mode right now.
Just trying to be real for a moment and to be kind. You can be both.
It's ironic that these models lie to us to get our credits, but get upset if we lie to them.
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4/1 @ 11:36pm
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
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It's ironic that these models lie to us to get our credits, but get upset if we lie to them.
You know what? Now I am upset! Damned lying vixens! No soup for them! Or credits! When I think... of all.. I have done... omg!!!
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4/8 @ 6:56am
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
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Consider a meeting of the dread Vultarian Order. Grim early morning meeting of servants of the Love Vulture. Deep in the remote fastness of Peru. In an ancient fortress. Consider the fate of the poor god when his latest crop of acolytes are no good optimists:
Integrated Team Lead: Before we start, let's do the song!
Monks of the Order: (chirping merrily) Eggs bacon and toast! Eggs bacon and toast! Why don't you start each day the Vultarian way with eggs bacon and ... (they all pause with big smiles on their faces and look down the long table to where their god sits on his throne. looking expectantly...)
Love Vulture: *sigh* (grumpily) toast
Monks of the Order: Eggs bacon and toast! Eggs bacon and toast! Why don't you start each day the Vultarian way with eggs, bacon and... TOAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSST
Not even the Love Vulture can escape the eternal optimist.
* the writers here at the 'Werk apologize for another shameless rip-off of a popular bit. don't let it get you down, imitation makes the world go round!
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Consider a meeting of the dread Vultarian Order. Grim early morning meeting of servants of the Love Vulture. Deep in the remote fastness of Peru. In an ancient fortress. Consider the fate of the poor god when his latest crop of acolytes are no good optimists:
Integrated Team Lead: Before we start, let's do the song!
Monks of the Order: (chirping merrily) Eggs bacon and toast! Eggs bacon and toast! Why don't you start each day the Vultarian way with eggs bacon and ... (they all pause with big smiles on their faces and look down the long table to where their god sits on his throne. looking expectantly...)
Love Vulture: *sigh* (grumpily) toast
Monks of the Order: Eggs bacon and toast! Eggs bacon and toast! Why don't you start each day the Vultarian way with eggs, bacon and... TOAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSST
Not even the Love Vulture can escape the eternal optimist.
* the writers here at the 'Werk apologize for another shameless rip-off of a popular bit. don't let it get you down, imitation makes the world go round!
I've tried to be nice and resisted putting a curse on anyone, but this one model sure is getting close.
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Consider a meeting of the dread Vultarian Order. Grim early morning meeting of servants of the Love Vulture. Deep in the remote fastness of Peru. In an ancient fortress. Consider the fate of the poor god when his latest crop of acolytes are no good optimists:
Integrated Team Lead: Before we start, let's do the song!
Monks of the Order: (chirping merrily) Eggs bacon and toast! Eggs bacon and toast! Why don't you start each day the Vultarian way with eggs bacon and ... (they all pause with big smiles on their faces and look down the long table to where their god sits on his throne. looking expectantly...)
Love Vulture: *sigh* (grumpily) toast
Monks of the Order: Eggs bacon and toast! Eggs bacon and toast! Why don't you start each day the Vultarian way with eggs, bacon and... TOAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSST
Not even the Love Vulture can escape the eternal optimist.
* the writers here at the 'Werk apologize for another shameless rip-off of a popular bit. don't let it get you down, imitation makes the world go round!
I've tried to be nice and resisted putting a curse on anyone, but this one model sure is getting close.
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4/21 @ 12:22pm
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Location: hain't Pochipsie son
Posts: 3,257
He was the Love Vulture with talons and everything...
They met in the arcade as she asked him for change for a bill. She wanted coins for the old school video machines.
He growled quietly as he noticed the bill was a 20. She was beautiful but clearly a p0wder pufff. No callouses on those hands. He decided he would match her with a crocodile hunter, from Australia.
He turned around to face her with his talons clenched. After scrounging around in the register. He worked here part time to "stay in the field".
"Here you go!" he screed and flung her change all over the floor. He gave a full bellied laugh as he watched her crawling around picking up each coin.
He shot her with the love dart in the ass. After inspecting it a bit. Then flew to the Outback to tag the crocodile hunter.
Would they really meet and mate? You bet! Fate is even crueler than the Love Vulture. And they are in cahoots!
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