Hamletmaschine
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I have made a few posts here, but I must now confess that most of them were dreamed up in my imagination. The truth is that I am a compulsive liar and nothing that comes out of my mouth (or keyboard, in this case) is true--including that last statement and any others I might make here.
I guess it has been my way of trying to deal with the fact that I haven't had the "testicles" to decide what to do about this whole OL vs. RL thing. I first was curious, then I wasn’t, but I never said or did anything about it. Later my friend Arly knew I knew, but I still remained silent, and Arly never said anything, and I never asked, even though I knew Arly knew I knew. Whether Arly knew I knew Arly knew I knew, I don’t know.
I wrote stories. I'm sorry. Some of my stories are probably true, but I still can't believe them.
For some unexplainable reason I still fall in love.
I think there are some beautiful women here whom I’ve never seen. Tight, muscular builds are nice, but I wouldn’t look down on you if you had a loose, muscular build or a tight, non-muscular build. Loose, non-muscular builds also can be fun for weekends and holidays.
And speaking of penis size, there is something to be said for that, too, but if I told you I had a penis as big as a cathedral you’d know I was lying. But since I already confessed that, I may as well go ahead and tell you. My penis is nowhere near as big as a cathedral. I’ve been in a cathedral before—that big-ass motherfucker where the Pope lives—and let me tell you, that is one big-ass motherfucking building. If you had a penis that big, or even half that big, what good would it do you? I don’t think I could afford the property taxes.
Cassiopeia (and all the other constellations) never displayed any pleasure or displeasure at the things I’ve done.
Oral sex is good, but I haven’t figured out how to give or receive head with a computer. I have a coffee machine that’ll do just about everything except suck my dick. If it came with a blowjob-giving attachment, I’d probably never leave the house.
So. That is my confession. If you’re the kind of girl Who Can Understand, drop me a line or something. I won’t rat you out. You probably have something else going on with half a dozen other people here, and I don’t want to fuck that up for you.
On the other hand, if you’re the kind of girl who likes being confused most of the time, Who Does Not Need to Understand, then give me buzz. Or just contact me, if you’re not into buzzing. I won’t understand why you are contacting me, anyway, so you’ve got nothing to lose, and I promise you I won’t try to clarify anything.
I guess it has been my way of trying to deal with the fact that I haven't had the "testicles" to decide what to do about this whole OL vs. RL thing. I first was curious, then I wasn’t, but I never said or did anything about it. Later my friend Arly knew I knew, but I still remained silent, and Arly never said anything, and I never asked, even though I knew Arly knew I knew. Whether Arly knew I knew Arly knew I knew, I don’t know.
I wrote stories. I'm sorry. Some of my stories are probably true, but I still can't believe them.
For some unexplainable reason I still fall in love.
I think there are some beautiful women here whom I’ve never seen. Tight, muscular builds are nice, but I wouldn’t look down on you if you had a loose, muscular build or a tight, non-muscular build. Loose, non-muscular builds also can be fun for weekends and holidays.
And speaking of penis size, there is something to be said for that, too, but if I told you I had a penis as big as a cathedral you’d know I was lying. But since I already confessed that, I may as well go ahead and tell you. My penis is nowhere near as big as a cathedral. I’ve been in a cathedral before—that big-ass motherfucker where the Pope lives—and let me tell you, that is one big-ass motherfucking building. If you had a penis that big, or even half that big, what good would it do you? I don’t think I could afford the property taxes.
Cassiopeia (and all the other constellations) never displayed any pleasure or displeasure at the things I’ve done.
Oral sex is good, but I haven’t figured out how to give or receive head with a computer. I have a coffee machine that’ll do just about everything except suck my dick. If it came with a blowjob-giving attachment, I’d probably never leave the house.
So. That is my confession. If you’re the kind of girl Who Can Understand, drop me a line or something. I won’t rat you out. You probably have something else going on with half a dozen other people here, and I don’t want to fuck that up for you.
On the other hand, if you’re the kind of girl who likes being confused most of the time, Who Does Not Need to Understand, then give me buzz. Or just contact me, if you’re not into buzzing. I won’t understand why you are contacting me, anyway, so you’ve got nothing to lose, and I promise you I won’t try to clarify anything.
