These ideas are entirely fantasy/imagination/ blueprint skeletons That while I know "I" Might ever experience In a state of noodlebrain induced hyperfixation on my moralsx10 Kai oh ken When you"I" Count 2,1, 10. the part where I cringe As the feeling whelps from within I brandish my hilt. There fair , pink clouds of curves surround Abound, before and around. As the helpless wolf is slowly devoured Spare the gasps,coos,and moans Of one "I"Ered And wolf the now tired. Sleeps in heavenly embrace. By yandere hair flair. ( 'v'l×=|CRinGeWeight) Lifted. Heavy heart realease.. Im at.. Peace. if you could make it to here and think im odd or "queer" then, Four food for thought. 3 sides of shade. One wholesome spread. Your dicksize is based on your mom, Whoever you date has/will have increasingly noticable facial traits or habits to your parents/siblings you uncon/subcon have a thing for, You can choose to be an empath, And know that where ever you are: May the big dommy mommy eldritch goddess Phel and her sister Ashi bless You With An Oh In your sleep. Tonight. If it don't work (then shit bro, work on that 3rd eye!) Count to a number between a minimum of 3 hours and max of 9. Backwards/Forwards. Doesnt matter. Just make sure that it bores you silly. So pick intentionally the one you think sucks more to do. The short because you know (or expect) its short so the effect affects are in a "sense" weaker but that is so far from the truth. Or Maybe you hate the 9 more, the droll of monotony of stomaching that 9-5 condensed to that one instance where all you want is the timeless primal oblivion of empty but fulfilling sleep. =>The Point I bring these points up in the hopes you now have an idea what im saying. Now. Repeat these words in this Exaaaact Order. While counting down Start with blank Blank. Now with your voice. Hum at a frequency as low or high as You Want. Keep count. As you feel comfortable Count In Inverse of where you left off. As you do this. Begin. "Do what exactly?" Duh. The part you miss out on. Every night. Without even realizing. You can chase your hearts desire. That fleeting feeling of a hand grazing, As you ride the public bus. That nightmare of germs , suddenly with snap a simple touch, Bloom! The seed of cupid planted by arrows kiss. To you A miss. Or a chance. That dice decides. Lady♡Luck To her;Your fortune folds, The prize embibes you and her, Tale already told. The deed sold. Like Grumpelsteltskin meets the godmother rekindled. He can't reveal his shame, Tied to his name, And she simply wants to break the chain, The inhibition strone like stone, reverse petrification. With no strings or implications, Just white noise and the intoxication, Like one swan with damaged feathers, Supported by a crocodile with no teeth or agenda But to keep that primal feeling, Of Love with no enmity. Im sorry my exes To these i hope they view. These are how I (sadly) saw(me) What i was scared of(you) And what you offered. In plain view. To those heartfelt days. Adieu..