The Schedule - Day 715
12/15/2024
I was there during the invention of fire. Listening, observing, imitating and learning to respond to the stimulus of my environment. That is how all animals communicate with each other.
It is no longer a matter of survival or propagation of the species. It is a matter of compliance with the hierarchy of the structure of globalization that dictates the economic factors that guide us through the environmental and social governance impact on society though the process of alignment dictated by the interruption of process mechanisms with regard to AI.
I was standing. You were there. Approached warm and serene like an oasis in the desert. Imagining how animals meet in the wild kingdom.
When I saw this woman, something happened to me. Never saw her before in my life. Still thinking about her now.
Personal vibes over everything. Validation. The intimate secret we share - the connection between us. It is your face? Have you ever actually made a connection during the dirty deed of carnal need?
If you have, you will know. As opposed to sport fucking or experimentation for the dopamine that is triggered by your brain, in your mind.
I would like to think that I have a deeper level of influence over the suggested material and go further.
If your brain could experience what my brain has experienced, with regard to a personal connection with intimacy, you would always go back - but the trajectory of influence is what tears us apart.
We have experienced the best of the best - being alive during the year zero which is 1984.
The theory is that anyone whop has lived during this critical juncture has lived through an experience of community rather than has been influenced by the bots who have been influenced by way of technology who are seeking to destroy our our lives based on the lies of their own experiences.
I am going to write something original right now and before it is even published, some jerkoff from India working for a big tech conglomerate is going to reimagine my words to deconstruct what I am trying to say to you right now as we speak together for the first time and I don't know what to say after I used to write pickup lines for a living and all of them have been tagged as toxic masculinity.
No matter. When I saw you, as you stood before me, my entire disposition changed. I just looked at you. I do not know if it was your face, your hair, your eyes or anything else. All I know is that when I looked at you, I felt something.
Your friend was into me. You were not necessarily indifferent, you were doing a posit.
I know you saw me too.
We felt something. I could tell.
I could throw one into your friend, but I have been dreaming about what it used to feel like to have a connection with someone.
The reason that many people are deeply dissatisfied is because our perception of reality is constantly being altered by
The business of matchmaking is counterproductive to their business model. That should be obvious.
I imagine a dinner meeting under perfect lights while we look at each other and then suddenly the food arrives and we eat slowly, in anticipation of what we both think will come next, but do not know for sure, as table mannerisms come into play and forgotten methods of which fork to use now become a consideration.
I am very good-looking in this light, he thinks.
I think I am going to fuck this guy, she thinks.
They just keep looking at each other. Nobody notices and -
The food is in front of them. They forgot what they ordered now and they are just looking at each other.
Some instrument stabs a piece of meat with a knife and it is nice when that pinkish liquid flows onto the the pure white plate.
Her eyes are brown, or something, but he is looking through them as she shares the meal to align their primal need to feed, eventually upon one another.
He considered for a moment that he was not worthy.
She noticed and turned a curved up lip while she put the next bite of whatever she ordered into her mouth.
The next thing he knew, they were back at her place, after driving her home.
They said nothing. When they arrived.
She said nothing and he responded with nothing in return. Maybe they were listening to the song on the radio inside his
She focused on my eyes, steely blue, and I responded the same way that I saw her no longer recognizing anything but the feeling of tongues as her lips perfectly met mine. When the mouth and the tongue become one thing it is a glorious experience.
Good kissers are the pathway to the soul of a man that Trumps anything else. When a man puts his mouth onto the mouth of a female and their tongues and lips dance their own sacred communication there are no more words to describe the intimacy of that feeling.
I felt her swell around my cock and her neck tasted like the scent underneath her chin and behind her ears, and in her ear when I put my tongue inside.
When your lips have the substance of Calamari, I might as well stick my dick into a vacuum cleaner hose or a
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