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i am perplexed because I did all the studying and was stumped. Its like the tree I was was in reality a weak skinny tree that a couple of punks knocked over. And I didn't see the punks comin, they arrived on the scene, wrought havoc and split. Now I'm a tree with bark all open and impending attack oriented. Is there no cure for the doldrums?
And another thing. When I was in the testing environment, I felt like my answers should be right because I spent mucho time on them. And them being wrong does not translate to time wasted but instead shows an error in their system. It is not that I'm redirecting blame or even blaming anyone. I'm simply spending my outer energy. Because their is a lot of horror and confusion, to be embraced and destroyed.
And is there nothing better than a pleasant conversation with an old friend? Whose changed not on their own but transmigrated thru my own mind, playing all sorts of parts and positions. They are now welcome and informally an ally. To be showered. . . with praises to be manhandled... wordlessly. . .to be exhorted. . . of their problems...to hardcore fuck...with thanks.
The people here are nice. They have parties in my mind. Everyone is drunk with caring, consideration. All who enter are sought after in the spacial temporaryness. Lovely entreaties of joy abscond with my worries during the daily halstrom of negitive nobility.
Preparing my cock for battle in the topsy-turvy world of ennwiue. Ryan
And another thing. When I was in the testing environment, I felt like my answers should be right because I spent mucho time on them. And them being wrong does not translate to time wasted but instead shows an error in their system. It is not that I'm redirecting blame or even blaming anyone. I'm simply spending my outer energy. Because their is a lot of horror and confusion, to be embraced and destroyed.
And is there nothing better than a pleasant conversation with an old friend? Whose changed not on their own but transmigrated thru my own mind, playing all sorts of parts and positions. They are now welcome and informally an ally. To be showered. . . with praises to be manhandled... wordlessly. . .to be exhorted. . . of their problems...to hardcore fuck...with thanks.
The people here are nice. They have parties in my mind. Everyone is drunk with caring, consideration. All who enter are sought after in the spacial temporaryness. Lovely entreaties of joy abscond with my worries during the daily halstrom of negitive nobility.
Preparing my cock for battle in the topsy-turvy world of ennwiue. Ryan