Back at MIT, the Sussman was eating a tuna fish sandwich, something reserved for the aristocracy. The catchphrase on the can read, "You cannot tune a filesystem, but you can eat a tunafish sandwich!" It wasn't very well-received, of course, but it was well-enough known at this point to remain.
The Sussman munched on the delicious, moist tuna thoughtfully when all of a sudden he sensed behind hi a list comprehension. THE ABELSON! The Sussman leaped out of his seat, his wizard hat almost flying off his head (it was kept on by a quick (def (f x y) (f y x))).
And just in time - the Abelson's blow, intended to truncate the Sussman's tuna-filled spleen his the wooden wizard chair, which shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Well, well Sussman, I see you've maintained some of your skills from 6.001. You may have dodged that expression, but how long do you think you can hold out against my Python3000?"
"THREE THOUSAND?!" the Sussman shouted in response, cackling. "You never understood, Hal; you couldn't defeat me with PythonOver9000."
"What are you talking about Gerry. I've seen your powe--" he stopped, mouth agape as the sudden realization dawned over him. "NO, IT CANNOT BE!"
"YES. YOUR SUSPICIONS ARE CORRECT, HAL. I'VE BEEN SUPRESSING MY POWER LEVEL."
"HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??!" Hal shouted. In desperation, the Abelson hurled a fury of list comprehensions, dictionaries and exceptions at the Sussman, but Gerry easily knocked aside the feeble incantations.
"You never understood, Hal," he chastised as he prepared his final attack, "it was always as simple as EVAL-APPLY!!!!!!!" he shouted as he unleashed the ultimate spell at the Abelson.
The world froze.
Few people have ever seen a spell of such power; few people could even wield it and even fewer were willing to use it. In this terrible, suspenseful moment, the world froze. Completely. This isn't just a literary artefact, something had segfaulted.
Sepples took a look at the screen. "Motherfucker!" he swore. Somebody had been running a fucking Ruby interpretter, which has exhaused not only the machine's physical memory, but also used up all the allocated swap space. He'd have to reboot the system from the last savestate and re-run the computation another day.
I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was poz fuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking 4 a hole to use 4 the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted 4 a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion party’s. I wasn’t familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party’s was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The soul reason 4 this was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn’t have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high.
I've always considered myself totally heterosexual, and never even considered a sexual experience with another guy. That was until I began surfing the net. I began to find sites like this and others which had stories and pictures posted of men enjoying other men sexually. I began to think about it more and more, and for the first time in my life fantasized about other men while masturbating. Since watching women masturbate was always my biggest turn-on, it only seemed natural that the thought of men masturbating might also excite me... I was right.
After almost a year of exploring on the Web and in MforM chatrooms, I knew that I somehow had to experience something in real life. But I certainly didn't want to do it with a stranger.
The person I looked to was my best friend Darl. I would soon discover that Darl fit the description of the type of guy that excited me from my on-line experiences. He was thin, with nice muscle tone, but not considered built, he had dark hair a nice tan and had a completely smooth chest and stomach and hardly any hair on his legs. Even though we had been friends since high school (now in our early 20's) I had never seen him totally nude. I was becoming increasingly curious.
Even though we're very close, I found it very difficult to bring up the subject. I did it as subtlety as possible; one day while surfing the net together I "accidently" stumbled upon the M/M stories posted on your page. I purposely went to the hottest ones and pretended to read them for the first time with him.
I kind of said very casually after reading them that I couldn't believe that they were actually a "bit" of a turn-on.(In reality I was ready to explode just discussing it with him). I asked him if he ever thought about sex with a guy, and after some initial denying it, he did confess to dreaming about it once in a while. I told him I thought it might be interesting under the right circumstances.
Well, the right circumstances came about a month later. We were at his house, it was a very hot day and we were swimming in his pool. I had just finished some laps and I crawled up into the floating pool lounge to catch some sun while Darl continued to swim. As I laid in the very hot sun, I began to watch Darl in the pool. I couldn't believe how much I was getting turned on watching his very smooth body slice through the blue water. It actually scared me a little, because I really didn't want to be bisexual; I love girls.
I couldn't resist the urge though; as he swam by me I extended my leg out, pushing it into his back, pretending to hold him under. I was just dying to feel his skin under my own, even if it was my foot. He swam out from under me and fought back, overturning my lounge bringing me into the water with him. We started underwater wrestling, and I purposely fought hard just to hold on to him. The smell of the chlorine on top of his skin was intoxicating. I was going crazy.
I knew I had to stop or I was going to embarrass myself. I broke free and got out of the pool, grabbing my towel quickly to cover the growing bulge in my bathing suit. I laid down on the lounge for a bit, but I couldn't get my erection to subside.
"Does being out in the sun too long make you horny sometimes?" I asked him.
He laughed, "yeah, of course it does. Hot sun always does ".
I got up from the chair and started toward the house, telling him I needed to get out of the heat. I went upstairs to his room, fortunately his parents were both working. In his room he had a VCR and I knew some x-rated movies. I put one in the machine and began watching it, my cock was so hard I was going crazy. The scene was a girl/girl encounter, but all I could think of was feeling his body in the pool.
"What are you doing?" he asked from the doorway
"I'm really horny, I told you."
"I can see that," he said looking down toward my crotch. "Just go take care of yourself in the bathroom." he said.
"But then I won't be able to see the film," I said, while pushing on my cock through my swim trunks. I could see his eyes were fixed on my hand pushing on my cock. I don't think he knew what to make of it, but I could see that his own bathing suit was rising a bit in the front. This scared me to death, but also excited me so much that I was encouraged to continue.
I slid my hand up my left leg to rub inside my suit, I pretended be interested in the film again, but I couldn't help but turn back and stare at his ever growing bulge. Finally there was no hiding it for him either. I kind of smirked and gestured for him to sit down and watch the film with me.
He did just that, sitting next to me on the floor about six feet away. We were now both rubbing our cocks under our suits and watching these two girls 69 each other on the tv.
The more we got into it though, I noticed that Darl kept looking toward me more than he was watching the screen. This was fine by me; It was all I could do not to stare right at his bulge. I could feel my heart racing and my breathing quicken.
I new somebody had to take the first step, I slid off my trunks, exposing to him my very hard 7 1/2 inch cock. He was totally fixed on me from that ppoint on, and a little shocked that I'd done it.
"Come on," I said, "You mine as well be comfortable,"
Without further suggestion he pulled off his bathing suit, and I got my first look at another guy's erect penis. He was hard, and actually his dick looked similar to mine, I discovered we both keep our pubic hair cut very close and our balls shaved.
I leaned back against his bed and faced him, inspiring him to also turn and lean against the wall to face my way. we were now totally ignoring the movie and concentrating on each other's hands working of our hard cocks.
Our eyes drifted back and forth between each others crotches and the expression of pure desire on the other's face. What turns me on so much about watching people get themselves off is that look in their eyes, when they reach the point of no return; where they must cum at any cost. Darl and I both had that look in our eyes.
Darl brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his palm to wet it and returned it to his cock. I followed his lead. The chlorine had made my cock a bit dry and my saliva made stroking easier.
When a drop of pre-cum appeared on my head, I brushed it with my fingertip and brought it to my waiting tongue. Darl watched with delight, "I thought I was the only one who did that," he moaned.
I was getting close and so was he, we were both laying back now, hips rocking in rhythmic motion.
"Fuck, I never thought this could be so hot," he moaned, almost screamed.
I couldn't resist, "Cum with me Darl". I screamed.
I jumped up and moved closer to him; I didn't consider the consequences, I didn't care, I just had to feel him. I moved next to him so our legs were touching, then in a more daring move I rubbed my cock against his leg. "Cum on me Darl," I screamed.
He too was beyond control and he moved forward and knelt in front of me. Our legs were together and our cocks even brushed together. I wanted so bad to kiss him at that moment, but I couldn't, I also wanted to suck on his nipple but I held back. Feeling his cock against mine would suffice. I looked directly into his eyes as my cock exploded, sending blast after blast of semen against his stomach. He burst too flooding my own chest and stomach. We collapsed into back and stare
Hi! My name is Sakuya and I want to tell you a story! I joined Alice, Reimu and Marisa on their adventure to Japan! We all wanted to see what a dick looked like because we had never seen one. We heard they were very hard, so we had some pads to protect us. We all got into a small, poorly made, Japanese vehicle and started to drive downtown. We saw a weird midget and a really big faggot! It almost yelled at us, but Reimu made the car move faster. Whew, that was close! We passed by a bar full of gay men. It was very FABULOUS! After we made it to Akihabara , Reimu spotted a penis. It was very big and hard, just like our friends said. Good thing we had lots of condoms with us! The penis swarmed right at us and he penetrated our vaginas! I was sure we were done for, but then Marisa said she would go talk to the dick. "Hi there Mr. Dick. You penetrated our vaginas! Why would you do such a thing?" The prick didn't want to talk to Marisa. He raped her, and it looked like he was going to cum in her! But never fear, because Alice, Reimu and I went out to save her! We brought some condoms with us. They threw the condoms at the penis, and it started to throb. It let go of Marisa, and we all got back into the car. When I told my friends at Scarlet Devil Mansion what happened, they didn't believe me. "You're lying, Sakuya! There is no dick big enough to do that! I'll go down and see it for myself!" But that's ANOTHER story! The end.
To the best of my memory, before I came to the saving grace of Jesus Christ, I did not believe the Bible was true. I doubted whether God, Satan, heaven, or hell even existed. I believed that we were born, lived so many years, and then died. I had my own business and thought that I had succeeded by my own wits. One evening, my wife and I heard some documentation that these were the last days before Jesus Christ would actually return. Not wanting to hear it, I almost walked out. Something kept me there, and I listened but was not convinced; however, I decided to do some research to find out if the Bible was really true. Indeed, if I could find one contradiction or anything that was not true, then I could disregard it. I believed this would not take long. This led me into much research. I learned nearly one-third of the Bible is, directly or indirectly, related to prophecy, which includes about 10,000 prophecies. One thing needed was to determine when the Bible was actually written. Thus, a study of biblical history, various translations, and archaeology was necessary. The Dead Sea Scrolls, which were found in Israel, contained parts of the Old Testament, including prophecies of the coming of Jesus. It has been proven that these were written before Christ came. Thousands of clay tablets and archaeological sites also confirm many accounts in the Bible. I took time off and began studying the prophecies. My wife would spend much time at the library. She obtained documentation for me from reference books, which I would check against the Scriptures to see if the prophecies took place. One week went by and then a month. Every prophecy that we were able to get information on proved to be accurate. I was astonished, but still not convinced. Later, there were people who would show me what appeared to be contradictions in the Bible. These were not contradictions, but only a lack of research on the part of those that said these things. Stubborn, that's me. Even after four months of intensive study, proving prophecy after prophecy was true, I was still skeptical. Four months turned into six. I became more determined. It wasn't possible that the sixty-six books of the Bible, written by many people over hundreds of years, would not have some errors, I thought. Thousands of prophecies and every one perfect? No, impossible! If I would admit that, then I would also have to admit there was a God. I was not prepared to do that—yet, I wanted to know the truth. More months passed. Finally, I had to admit after spending almost countless hours of research—I was wrong. I may have been the biggest skeptic in the world, but now I know—the Bible is true and is the perfect Word of God. Anyone willing to take the time I did and do the same research could only come to the same conclusion, if they are honest with themselves. I became afraid that I would perish. I surrendered my life to Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God, as a result of His love, compassion, mercy and grace. I know that there is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we MUST be saved (EXCEPT JESUS)-ref Acts 4:12. I REPENTED of my sins and received Jesus Christ as my only hope of salvation by FAITH-ref Eph 2:8-10. It is written, EXCEPT YE BE CONVERTED, AND BECOME AS LITTLE CHILDREN, YE SHALL NOT ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN-Mt 18:3. You can also call on Jesus NOW to be YOUR Lord and Savior.
It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a sex slave for 2 bears, male and female, pleasing the male when she's tired, and vice versa. Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his cock, I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open. I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing compared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me. I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly.
I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke. I can hear the growl getting louder now; he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick cock. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is releasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to fill her up. His claws dig in deeper, the pain, its excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my cock explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my cock out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle. He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his cock, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's cumming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up.
It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me. I feel him slow, his cock still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, and then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
As an enlightened, modern parent, I try to be as involved as possible in the lives of my six children. I encourage them to join team sports. I attend their teen parties with them to ensure no drinking or alcohol is on the premises. I keep a fatherly eye on the CDs they listen to and the shows they watch, the company they keep and the books they read. You could say I'm a model parent. My children have never failed to make me proud, and I can say without the slightest embellishment that I have the finest family in the USA.
Two years ago, my wife Carol and I decided that our children's education would not be complete without some grounding in modern computers. To this end, we bought our children a brand new Compaq to learn with. The kids had a lot of fun using the handful of application programs we'd bought, such as Adobe's Photoshop and Microsoft's Word, and my wife and I were pleased that our gift was received so well. Our son Peter was most entranced by the device, and became quite a pro at surfing the net. When Peter began to spend whole days on the machine, I became concerned, but Carol advised me to calm down, and that it was only a passing phase. I was content to bow to her experience as a mother, until our youngest daughter, Cindy, charged into the living room one night to blurt out: "Peter is a computer hacker!"
As you can imagine, I was amazed. A computer hacker in my own house! I began to monitor my son's habits, to make certain that Cindy wasn't just telling stories, as she is prone to doing at times.
After a few days of investigation, and some research into computer hacking, I confronted Peter with the evidence. I'm afraid to say, this was the only time I have ever been truly disappointed in one of my children. We raised them to be honest and to have integrity, and Peter betrayed the principles we tried to encourage in him, when he refused point blank to admit to his activities. His denials continued for hours, and in the end, I was left with no choice but to ban him from using the computer until he is old enough to be responsible for his actions.
After going through this ordeal with my own family, I was left pondering how I could best help others in similar situations. I'd gained a lot of knowledge over those few days regarding hackers. It's only right that I provide that information to other parents, in the hope that they will be able to tell if their children are being drawn into the world of hacking. Perhaps other parents will be able to steer their sons back onto the straight and narrow before extreme measures need to be employed.
To this end, I have decided to publish the top ten signs that your son is a hacker. I advise any parents to read this list carefully and if their son matches the profile, they should take action. A smart parent will first try to reason with their son, before resorting to groundings, or even spanking. I pride myself that I have never had to spank a child, and I hope this guide will help other parents to put a halt to their son's misbehaviour before a spanking becomes necessary.
1. Has your son asked you to change ISPs?
Most American families use trusted and responsible Internet Service Providers, such as AOL. These providers have a strict "No Hacking" policy, and take careful measures to ensure that your internet experience is enjoyable, educational and above all legal. If your child is becoming a hacker, one of his first steps will be to request a change to a more hacker friendly provider.
I would advise all parents to refuse this request. One of the reasons your son is interested in switching providers is to get away from AOL's child safety filter. This filter is vital to any parent who wants his son to enjoy the internet without the endangering him through exposure to "adult" content. It is best to stick with the protection AOL provides, rather than using a home-based solution. If your son is becoming a hacker, he will be able to circumvent any home-based measures with surprising ease, using information gleaned from various hacker sites.
2. Are you finding programs on your computer that you don't remember installing?
Your son will probably try to install some hacker software. He may attempt to conceal the presence of the software in some way, but you can usually find any new programs by reading through the programs listed under "Install/Remove Programs" in your control panel. Popular hacker software includes "Comet Cursor", "Bonzi Buddy" and "Flash".
The best option is to confront your son with the evidence, and force him to remove the offending programs. He will probably try to install the software again, but you will be able to tell that this is happening, if your machine offers to "download" one of the hacker applications. If this happens, it is time to give your son a stern talking to, and possibly consider punishing him with a grounding.
3. Has your child asked for new hardware?
Computer hackers are often limited by conventional computer hardware. They may request "faster" video cards, and larger hard drives, or even more memory. If your son starts requesting these devices, it is possible that he has a legitimate need. You can best ensure that you are buying legal, trustworthy hardware by only buying replacement parts from your computer's manufacturer.
If your son has requested a new "processor" from a company called "AMD", this is genuine cause for alarm. AMD is a third-world based company who make inferior, "knock-off" copies of American processor chips. They use child labor extensively in their third world sweatshops, and they deliberately disable the security features that American processor makers, such as Intel, use to prevent hacking. AMD chips are never sold in stores, and you will most likely be told that you have to order them from internet sites. Do not buy this chip! This is one request that you must refuse your son, if you are to have any hope of raising him well.
4. Does your child read hacking manuals?
If you pay close attention to your son's reading habits, as I do, you will be able to determine a great deal about his opinions and hobbies. Children are at their most impressionable in the teenage years. Any father who has had a seventeen year old daughter attempt to sneak out on a date wearing make up and perfume is well aware of the effect that improper influences can have on inexperienced minds.
There are, unfortunately, many hacking manuals available in bookshops today. A few titles to be on the lookout for are: "Snow Crash" and "Cryptonomicon" by Neal Stephenson; "Neuromancer" by William Gibson; "Programming with Perl" by Timothy O'Reilly; "Geeks" by Jon Katz; "The Hacker Crackdown" by Bruce Sterling; "Microserfs" by Douglas Coupland; "Hackers" by Steven Levy; and "The Cathedral and the Bazaar" by Eric S. Raymond.
If you find any of these hacking manuals in your child's possession, confiscate them immediately. You should also petition local booksellers to remove these titles from their shelves. You may meet with some resistance at first, but even booksellers have to bow to community pressure.
5. How much time does your child spend using the computer each day?
If your son spends more than thirty minutes each day on the computer, he may be using it to DOS other peoples sites. DOSing involves gaining access to the "command prompt" on other people's machines, and using it to tie up vital internet services. This can take up to eight hours. If your son is doing this, he is breaking the law, and you should stop him immediately. The safest policy is to limit your children's access to the computer to a maximum of forty-five minutes each day.
6. Does your son use Quake?
Quake is an online virtual reality used by hackers. It is a popular meeting place and training ground, where they discuss hacking and train in the use of various firearms. Many hackers develop anti-social tendencies due to the use of this virtual world, and it may cause erratic behaviour at home and at school.
If your son is using Quake, you should make hime understand that this is not acceptable to you. You should ensure all the firearms in your house are carefully locked away, and have trigger locks installed. You should also bring your concerns to the attention of his school.
7. Is your son becoming argumentative and surly in his social behaviour?
As a child enters the electronic world of hacking, he may become disaffected with the real world. He may lose the ability to control his actions, or judge the rightness or wrongness of a course of behaviour. This will manifest itself soonest in the way he treats others. Those whom he disagrees with will be met with scorn, bitterness, and even foul language. He may utter threats of violence of a real or electronic nature.
Even when confronted, your son will probably find it difficult to talk about this problem to you. He will probably claim that there is no problem, and that you are imagining things. He may tell you that it is you who has the problem, and you should "back off" and "stop smothering him." Do not allow yourself to be deceived. You are the only chance your son has, even if he doesn't understand the situation he is in. Keep trying to get through to him, no matter how much he retreats into himself.
8. Is your son obsessed with "Lunix"?
BSD, Lunix, Debian and Mandrake are all versions of an illegal hacker operation system, invented by a Soviet computer hacker named Linyos Torovoltos, before the Russians lost the Cold War. It is based on a program called "xenix", which was written by Microsoft for the US government. These programs are used by hackers to break into other people's computer systems to steal credit card numbers. They may also be used to break into people's stereos to steal their music, using the "mp3" program. Torovoltos is a notorious hacker, responsible for writing many hacker programs, such as "telnet", which is used by hackers to connect to machines on the internet without using a telephone.
Your son may try to install "lunix" on your hard drive. If he is careful, you may not notice its presence, however, lunix is a capricious beast, and if handled incorrectly, your son may damage your computer, and even break it completely by deleting Windows, at which point you will have to have your computer repaired by a professional.
If you see the word "LILO" during your windows startup (just after you turn the machine on), your son has installed lunix. In order to get rid of it, you will have to send your computer back to the manufacturer, and have them fit a new hard drive. Lunix is extremely dangerous software, and cannot be removed without destroying part of your hard disk surface.
9. Has your son radically changed his appearance?
If your son has undergone a sudden change in his style of dress, you may have a hacker on your hands. Hackers tend to dress in bright, day-glo colors. They may wear baggy pants, bright colored shirts and spiky hair dyed in bright colors to match their clothes. They may take to carrying "glow-sticks" and some wear pacifiers around their necks. (I have no idea why they do this) There are many such hackers in schools today, and your son may have started to associate with them. If you notice that your son's group of friends includes people dressed like this, it is time to think about a severe curfew, to protect him from dangerous influences.
10. Is your son struggling academically?
If your son is failing courses in school, or performing poorly on sports teams, he may be involved in a hacking group, such as the infamous "Otaku" hacker association. Excessive time spent on the computer, communicating with his fellow hackers may cause temporary damage to the eyes and brain, from the electromagnetic radiation. This will cause his marks to slip dramatically, particularly in difficult subjects such as Math, and Chemistry. In extreme cases, over-exposure to computer radiation can cause schizophrenia, meningitis and other psychological diseases. Also, the reduction in exercise may cause him to lose muscle mass, and even to start gaining weight. For the sake of your child's mental and physical health, you must put a stop to his hacking, and limit his computer time drastically.
I encourage all parents to read through this guide carefully. Your child's future may depend upon it. Hacking is an illegal and dangerous activity, that may land your child in prison, and tear your family apart. It cannot be taken too seriously.
What makes Yukari so endearing to the Hikikomori? The fact that she's one of the Quater Lifers who lives at home, does a begrudingly shitty job at work, and leads a carefree if obliviating existence.
That makes her Hikikomori-Sexy. Why? Because of the self destructive potential of it all...
A night with Yukari could be a night of excess...drinking, cussing, fucking, and a morning of no regrets. An empty morning, but one with no regrets. No kids, no settling down, no ruts. Just marching lockstep into her 30s with no real stable life plan other than just keeping up with the status quo. However long it may last. The last episode was damning in and of itself...the girls graduated but to Yukari...just another day. Three Years of memories...and...hey; see ya, good bye, so long and thanks for all the fish.
The nihilism of the 20s...the dawning of the 30s....This is sexy to a Hikikomori, especially one of self imposed exile. The horrors of war, the smell of cordite and rotting flesh, the feel of talcum sand...enough to drive any man to isolation, but for Yukari I'd certainly slap on some Pomeade, put on my cleanest AC-LIGHTNING BOLT-DC t-shirt and least wrinkled slacks for Miss Yukari.
My friends, it has often been said that I like flat chests. Friends, I like flat chests. No, friends, I love flat chests! I love boards. I love pancakes. I love pert nipples. I love fried eggs, mosquito bites, I love itty-bitty kitty titties, and lolis.
Flat chests in one-pieces, in two-pieces, in uniforms, in gym clothes, in training bras, through wet t-shirts, on the bed, in nothing at all, I love every kind of flat chest that can occur upon this earth. I love rubbing their smooth skin with delicate hands that make little girls blush across their faces. My heart leaps with joy whenever shirts are tossed high into the air and their bodies able to be seen by my near-sighted eyes. And there is nothing like using my fingers to massage their hard nipples. And the feeling that comes when their hips move on their own, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of elementary students branding their bloomers rushing into a jog. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a little girl running laps over and over as her clothes stick to her sweaty body. The sight of clothes being strung up to dry is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by their showerheads, rushing water over their glistening upper torsos! When a band of pitiful grown women make their final stands with nothing but their bra size, only to have their hope smashed to atoms piece by piece by a flat chest's adorableness, I'm in ecstasy. I love it when my nutbladders are massaged by a prepubescant girl. It's so invigorating to see such young girls unable to properly handle a phallus, that they have never seen before, being tossed to bed, cumming even though it's their first time, and creampied. I love to be squashed under the bodies of the elementary and middleschool female student body. The pleasure, as they crawl around on my body, rubbing themselves against me.
Oh those stitches, I have stitches like that but on my penis, it is from circumcision.
Your body is supposed to absorb them but the threads refused to fuse with my penis, so stitches had to be removed manually by the doctor.
The wounds have healed but it stitches left behind holes where they used to be. Think of ear piercing if you will, but like 10 of them and they are on my penis.
The dirt and sweat accumulate throughout my daily activities and once in a while I have to remove them. I do this by squeezing the pimple/ochinchin-cheese-like filth out of me.
So what I want to ask you is, WOULD YOU PLEASE SUCK IT?
OK so its really late, like 5:45~ and i didn't plan on fapping tonight because i was just going to play some tf2 and record some demos etc, and then go to sleep, and i see this thing about Zach Roloff dying etc so i stay on /b/, and then i see this thread. the borderline CP pic thread that just got 404d.
now, i normally lock my door when i fap, whoever is trying to open my door probably knows what I'm doing but for the sake of decency nobody says anything, just, what are you doing? oh i forgot i locked the door sorry. yea I'm going to bed soon. OK goodnight.
anyways, i have my hands down my pants reading these threads and i start to get a boner. so I get into the fapping mood and pull my dick out and lube it up with some good ol' spit. before long i stop and think holy shit, what am i doing? if i cum right now what am i going to clean it up with? gotta get some toilet paper. so i get up and get some toilet paper from my bathroom. dick is still slightly hard so i get back and f5, start fapping to new pictures.
and then, my little sister from behind me. i forgot to lock my bathroom door. holy shit. my bathroom is connected to my room, and also leads out into a small hallway with another bedroom (my 11y/o sister)
im fapping furiously and looking at borderline CP and my 11 year old sister has caught me. "what are you doing?" has she seen my dick? does she even know what fapping is? go to sleep Sarah its 5am "what are you doing?" again. she comes around and looks, and that's where i fucked up again. i didn't even bother to cover my dick. almost like i wanted her to see it, i wanted her to discover my cock and be curious and a little aroused, but she wasn't. she gasped and almost screamed, and i instantly regretted not pulling my pants up. i told her to go to sleep and she just left the room.
i think i hear my parents talking, but im not sure. im hoping that she just falls asleep and dismisses this as a terrible dream...
Touhous as far as the eye can see. A delicately intertwined network of Touhous stretches out to the horizon, bathed in spring light... sunrise on Infinite Gensokyo.
The planet's surface is clothed in a flowing sheet of youkai. Tengu shadows blot out the land. Maybe the Touhous are the land. It's been millennia since any human has set foot on Infinite Gensokyo.
It's a calm, clear day. The sun lends a reddish hue to the skin of loli vampires. A few clouds drift aimlessly through the sky's blue expanse - but wait! Those are no clouds! Bubbly puffs of fuzz and fur, catgirl cumulonimbus. Levitating fairies waft through the heavens like helicopters, fluttering their wings to propel themselves. Anything is possible on Infinite Gensokyo.
How many Touhous are there? No one knows. The Touhous move as a single entity; the world's cutest bacterial colony. At some points they seem to blend into each other and blur together to create a semi-corporeal Touhoublob with tube legs and sausage hands jutting out haphazardly. Amorphous splotches of silly hats and frilly dresses, they are almost unidentifiable but still retain some characteristics of Touhouishness. This curious amoeba trudges whimsically on, skirts whipped by the breeze, across the sweeping plains of Infinite Gensokyo.
There are no gaps in the Touhou chain. What happens when a Touhou dies? Is a new one born to take its place? Perhaps there is no death on Infinite Gensokyo. All Touhous live forever. All Touhous go to heaven.
So there I was, sitting on the bus, one hand subtly twitching my dick via my pocket, to convince it to hold back the lakes of urine that were rapidly building up in my bladder following my trip to the pub.
Finally, the bus reached the stop outside my house. I ran off, hand still in pocket with the other scrabbing for my keys. I burst through the front door and ran up the stairs, heading straight for the bathroom.
I began to unzip .. but then thought, why bother? Instead, I kicked off my shoes, stood in the bath and let the torrents of piss empty into my pants. The hot streams trickled furiously down my legs, wetting my socks and making a pool of light yellow liquid at my feet.
After the last few drops escaped from my relieved penis, I stripped nude, sat in my pool of piss and masturbated to completion, letting spurts of cum shoot up over my chest and hand, and slowly run down to the pisspool, juices mingling with each other.
Programming is boring and demeaning, everyone wants to go drinking after work, weed cost to much, sex is gross, computer takes forever to compile, suicide nets outside windows, music isn't interesting, have to ride the bus like a poor person, teleconferencing with foreigners, no good restaurants close enough to have lunch at, performance evaluations based on lines of code, stuck on /prog/ at three in the morning, vending machine won't accept bills, too many niggers, mixed agile with waterfall, impromptu speech at meeting, unpaid overtime, SVN repository corrupt, took my red stapler, change orders, stupid security measures, MSDN subscriptions, comment quotas, refactoring code from 2003, office politics, going to a family function at parent's house, wasted sick days just to sleep in, dress codes, tax office doesn't accept Visa debit, rent just got raised, people drinking energy drinks, paperwork, internet filter, people take five thousand items to the express lane, having to show ID to buy liquor, office slut gossip, uncomfortable chair, consultants, slogan posters everywhere, janitor didn't empty the trashcan, light is too bright, two week waiting period to buy a gun, cat left a dead bird in the bed, pen is out of ink, makefiles, asshole stole your bagged lunch, holiday parties, pair programming with a faggot, having to share a secretary, scripting languages, endless manuals and tech documents, beard is itchy, had a bad dream, water has something floating in it, endless talk about pitiful poor people, lighter is out of fluid, shift key going out, little girls being sexy and having to avoid them, someone brought a store-brand soda, coin counter counted a dime as a penny, mouse laser shines in your eye, television infomercials, old people who refuse to retire or die, Taco Bell makes you shit blood, got a speeding ticket in the mail, batteries went dead, candle burned out, drug dealer won't call back, someone broke the build, everything is virtualized, high blood pressure, torrent has zero seeds, left something across the room before you sat down, waitress won't refill your fucking drink, printer out of toner, got a cavity, spilled the ashtray, out of sleeping pills, air conditioner is shitty, women trying to force conversation and not accepting `fuck off' for an answer, complete multivitamin isn't all that complete, considered bad form to drink mouthwash, Windows 8, cubicles, being called `Mister', got a headache, holes in clothes, circular dependencies, autocomplete, reimaging, fork is slightly bent, someone pealed the stickers off the Rubik's Cube, temp workers, gum under the table, dogs barking, knife isn't sharp enough, public intoxication laws, things take too long to ship from Japan, Red Hat Linux, tech support contractors, ate the ice cream too fast, got into a political argument with an idiot, exposed nail under desk, scratched the front of your Rolex watch, not enough cabinet space, florescent lighting hurts your eyes, password complexity requirements with no basis in reality, flowers in window all died, 401k is poorly managed, fell asleep with a lit cigarette in hand, etc....
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Anonymous2015-06-15 20:39
Marry cute young female children. Deuteronomy 22 28-29 in hebrew allows this.
How a life can change in an instant. Everything one thought and believed can be shattered on the rocks of an uncharted coast of a new experience. Here I was, a happy English teacher, twenty-five years old with a lovely wife and a five-year old daughter. I was teaching in a good urban school, considered something of a boy-genius by my colleagues, respected by parents, and loved by most of my students. And then one fateful day, everything changed because of Jesse Coulter.
It was right after school, and I was seated at my desk correcting some papers when I noticed his lanky sixteen year old form standing before me. Jesse and I had not gotten along, did not get along well at all. That's because he was a very lazy teenage boy. He got through high school thus far on his basketball skills, and most other teachers seemed to turn a blind eye on the fact that he was charming them with his skill on the court and his million dollar smile. He didn't like English Class. I guess it clashed with his "street jargon."
Hell, he didn't like schoolwork of any kind. What he did like was fucking every girl he could get his large black hands on. And from what I heard around school, it wasn't just large black hands that won the young white girls over. Talk was he was endowed like a horse.
I mean, I knew several teachers who visited the boys' locker room just to verify the rumor. These were straight teachers. And the report they gave was that the rumor was correct. The handsome black boy got on well with other students, but they all treated him with some kind of special respect, like he was untouchable, above them in some way. In the lunch room for example, when he came to a table, other kids would move aside, or even leave if he told them to.
Now, handsome, black, Jesse Coulter stood before my desk. He should have been playing basketball, and I was the reason he wasn't.
"You get me benched?" He asked with a thick, husky, masculine voice.
"No Jesse, you got yourself benched. You didn't hand in the last two homework assignments, and you failed the last three tests."
He stood up talker, straightening his shoulders which usually slouched. "I been busy."
I looked uip at him. He was handsome, I had to say that for him. So dark with flashing teeth.
"Too busy to do your schoolwork? Then maybe you need a break from basketball."
"You know the school never go for that. I the star of the school."
"Not this week. Not until you get those assignments in and do better on the check tests."
"Fuck that."
I snapped up. I could feel the heat of anger rising from my reddening face.
"Don't you speak that way to me!"
Suddenly I was standing in front of him. I could smell his musk. He was about my height, but only sixteen. His strong face had an arrogance about it that was intimidating.
"Look, teach, how the fuck can I take time out to study, when I got to play basketball and fuck half the white pussy in the school?"
I was speechless. I just stood there.
"An, then there's all them female teachers in the school like Miss Mortenson who need my big black dick. And all them faggot teachers too."
"That is enough. I want you out of here and down to the office. Now!"
His eyes burned cold, the white around the cornea clear and ivory.
"Listen, Asswipe. You think I gonna let one cocksucking teacher fuck up my position here at the school? Shit, I already offered two scholarships to good colleges, and I only a sophomore. You the one who is gonna get on board here and learn some respect for a black star like me!"
And with that, he slapped me. He drew back one large black hand and slapped my face, hard. My head spun. I had never experienced anything like it in my life. I grant you, I am not a very physical person, although I do swim at the gym to keep a fairly good body. I am not into sports, and prefer Faulkner to Football. And this teenage black boy had just slapped me. I reached out to grab a fistful of his t-shirt, but he slapped my hands away as easily as swatting a fly. Then he grabbed my jaw in one large hand.
"We gonna do some extra-curricular work here with me as the teacher and you as the student. We gonna teach you how to respect the black man!" He almost lifted me off the floor by the one hand on my face. Then with his other hand he grabbed my crotch. He grabbed my balls.
"Shit, don't feel like you got much down here. Like most white boys, all talk and no fuck! How the fuck do you please your wife? Suck pussy all the time?" He squeezed harder and harder, until I was sure I was ruined for life and the room began to spin around me. Then he dropped me to the floor. I heard it before I saw anything. I heard him lower the zipper on his baggy jeans.
This could not be happening. There had been something in between I missed. Some gap in events that explained all of this. I was on the floor, my necktie twisted around my shoulder, my trousers wrinkled, and my balls throbbing and sending shooting pain up through my body.
I was looking up at a tall, lanky, punk of a nigger who was unzipping his pants. I use that word carefully. I know its full destructive power. To me, at that moment, Jesse Coulter descended from an African American to a Nigger. But I didn't have time to feel proud of my linguistic decision. I tried to scramble away, but he placed one large size thirteen tennis shoe on my body to hold me still.
"You know my record here at the school?" He asked, smiling and fishing in his open fly. "You know I already fucked six little white sluts pregnant?" I couldn't believe that was trueÃffÃÃfæsurly the school wouldn't hide such a thing just to keep us number one in basketball? Would they? "I gonna show you what they all love. Why they keep coming back for more. Why Mr. Hample and Mr. Louis drool every time I walk past.
He grew frustrated trying to fish his prick out of his baggy pants, so he cursed and ripped open the waist button and let pants and boxer shorts drop to the floor.
I have to say, I have never seen anything like it on man or boy. I've heard that there are photos of such things on the internet, but I don't go to those places. Jesse Coulter stood there with his pants puddle around his feet, and my lying between his spread legs. Over me hung the largest dick I have ever seen in my life. Mine is six inches hard, and I have been told that is average, for a white guy anyway. This dick wasn't even hard and must have hung eight inches. It was as thick as a beer can. And under it hung two low slung balls, each one the size of a hard boiled egg. It was freakish. No woman could ever even take such a prick, I felt certain.
"You gonna like this dick, Mr. Sutton. You gonna learn to love it a whole lot. When I finish with you, you gonna give me an A in English, just because you love this dick so much. You gonna want my dick more than your wife's pussy. You gonna want it like a heroin addict needs a fix. You gonna be nigger dick crazy!"
His talk was crazy! But I was in no position to argue. I had always been completely straight, never ever entertaining gay or bisexual thoughts. I was open minded about gays and believed in gay rights, but I was not gay.
He sat down on my chest, and his fat prick dragged across my shirtfront, leaking something from the puckered foreskin onto me. The shaft of the nigger prick was thick and wrinkled and the foreskin long completely closing over the cockhead. The puckered foreskin flesh at the tip looked like an asshole or something. The he pumped the gigantic hunk of fuckmeat and the foreskin drew back over the huge purple cockhead. It looked the size of a plum with a wide pisshole leaking pre cum. I was in shock.
The nigger cock grew to almost a foot in length. It was the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. He started to rub the leaking dickhead all over my face. I tried to turn my head away, but he slapped the fuck out of me, until I lay still and just let him play with my face.
"I gonna mark you, like an animal marks his territory. You never gonna get the smell of my dick off yo face. You gonna smell my cocksnot all the time, even when you fucking that bitch of yo's." He covered my entire face with pre cum! My nose and eyes and lips. I started to gag and he slapped me again. Hard.
"You never show disrespect to a black man's cock. You always welcome it, no matter who the black man is. You got that, Cuntface?" He made a fist and would have punched me right in the face if I hadn't agreed. Then he told me to open my mouth. I knew what was coming and that it would change my life forever. I opened my mouth. He yelled for me to open it wider. I did and he rested his enormous purple dickhead on my lower lip. It dribbled cockslop into my mouth like a leaking faucet. "I gonna fuck yo ass of course, but not till later in the week. You my bitch now, and you keep your asspussy and mouth available for me any time, night or day. But I ain't got time today, cause I gots to go to basketball practice. And I going, ain't I? He lifted his huge dick and started to slap my face with it. Pre- fuck sprayed the area around my face. My lips were sticky with his pre-cum. His dick was like a giant club and it hurt badly when it thunked into my face.
"Yes! Yes!" I cried. "You can go, just leave me alone."
"Leave you alone? No way, girlyboy. You is my ho now. I gots lots of fun stuff planned fo you and me. But fo now, I just gonna blow some nice nigger sperm into your mouth and you gonna swallow like a nice cockhog." I was crying pretty heavily now and trying to tell him I wasn't gay, and please don't do this to me, but it was already too late. He had his dick in my mouth and was fucking my face like it was a young white virgin cunt.
He humped my face, leaning his body up and over my head, slamming balls deep so his big nuts thumped on me. His legs stretched and I raised one hand to his large muscular tight globular ass. His ass skin was smooth and I felt the deep ass crack. He grunted and pushed more and more dick into my face. Now it was lodged in my throat, stretching and ripping at my throat muscles. I could not breath. I was sure I would die. The cock was down twelve inches into my gullet.
How could any girl take this? I wondered. The pain was horrible, but the humiliation worse. The prick expanded and throbbed and I felt it moving in my neck. I put one hand to my neck and actually felt the big nigger dick from the outside of my neck. His pubic hair was thick and stank of sweat and black boy sexual smell. I was being face fucked by a sixteen year old nigger and couldn't do anything about it. Jesus, what was happening to me and what would become of my life?
Then he came! It seemed like gallons of thick white nigger sperm. It poured down my throat like glue, then he pulled back and it filled my mouth. It felt like wallpaper paste or oatmeal. It backed up into my nasal passages and I started to snort nigger cum.
He laughed and pulled out and shot three more spurts of dicksnot all over my face. Then he milked the dick of the last drops of his cock cream and wiped his dickhead in my hair. He leaned down over me smiling and then spit three huge gobs right into my face.
"We will continue this tomorrow. Don't try to skip school, or tell anyone about us, or you will be very sorry. I got lots of friends who are a whole lot rougher than me."
He stood up and stuffed his black hose back into his pants which he pulled up and buttoned.
"I gotta go to practice now. And I bet I get an A on the quiz tomorrow, huh?"
He put one large foot on my face and pressed down, almost breaking my nose.
"Say hello to yo pretty wife for me. Oh and tomorrow, don't wear any underwear under your pants. It will save time."
Ruby has a life outside the internet, while Python can't go six hours without playing Call of Duty and geting called a faggot by preteen boys on XBox Live. Ruby teaches gym class and lets you smoke under the bleachers, while Java teaches third-grade english and makes you read aloud in class. Ruby has the ability to empathize with others, while Clojure has over two terabytes of child porn. Ruby is healthy and stong, while Perl has AIDS and needs life support machines to keep him breathing. Ruby sometimes enjoys weed, while Common Lisp sucked off a nigger for a single crack rock. Ruby loves animal and treasures the companionship, while Haskell ran over your dog and made you clean up the mess. Ruby has a vast collection of anime stored on his hard drive, while Smalltalk streams anime and buys the DVDs. Ruby is financially secure and has invested his money wisely, while C++ is always trying to borrow money to buy real estate on the moon. Ruby respects people's personal space, while Fortran gets six inches from your face and spits when he talks. Ruby can agree to disagree, while Scheme wants to behead those who insult Islam. Ruby never hits on your girlfriend, while BASIC molests your children. Ruby has a good job and good mental health, while Symta lives with his mother and spends 18 hours a day shitposting on obscure forums in a foreign language. Ruby is clean and neat, while Lua leaves his trash in your car whenever you take him somewhere. Ruby was voted `Most Likely To Succeed' in high school, while Scala took a gun to school and shot the place up. Ruby cares about a friend's safety, while PHP secretly laced your weed with PCP then called the cops on you. Ruby knows that Jews are evil, while C# is a jew himself. Ruby served nine tours of duty in six different wars, while F# dodge the draft and moved to Canada. Ruby plays the Touhou as Marisa when she's available, while Go won't play at all if he can't play as Reimu. Ruby is learning Japanese to translate visual novels for others, while Javascript is learning Japanese so he can read hentai by himself. Ruby accepts the fact that programming is demeaning, while OCaml also agrees that programming is demeaning. Ruby takes care to not break your stuff, while Pascal clumsily dropped super glue on your carpet. Ruby gets laid with a new girl every night, while C cries while masturbating herself to sleep. Ruby offers you the last piece of food, while Ada orders a bunch of appetizers then eats most of them but still wants to divide the check evenly. Ruby recognizes that magic may exist and understands it's appeal, while Scheme emotionally argued for Small Bomb Theory for hours on end. Ruby is the model Aryan to carry on the Human Race, while Game Maker Language has 24 chromosomes. Ruby is a well mannered drinker, while Assembly thought it would be funny to take a shit in the sink. Ruby values functionality over form, while Forth is an art major who loudly complains about `conformist' with his hipster friends in Starbucks. Ruby can function in almost any environment, while Verilog thinks the Sun is going to eat him and refuses to go outside. Ruby knows when and how to tell a good story, while Tcl talks about 4chan and lolies at parties that he got a pity invite to.
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Anonymous2015-06-15 20:40
If programming languages were... Sailor Senshi!
C - Sailor Moon. The language that everything ultimately revolves around and whenever caught in a pinch, reveals plot defying secret moves that solves everything, yet sets the stage for an even more powerful enemy later. Other Sailors have complex feelings towards her, because she is childish and whimsical, and is more caught up in romance than her royal responsibilities, and she is a bit of a crybaby.
Javascript - Sailor Chibi-moon. She is Sailor Moon's daughter from a thousand years in the future. She powers up her mother, but her power is quite limited on her own. Whenever she's in a bad situation, she cries, and a huge amount of destructive energy that can be seen from miles away, and is hard to calm down. She has more pantyshots than all of the other characters combined, but this is mostly used for comedic effect. She can also travel through time, has a crush on her father, and is sorely lacking in erodoujin.
LISP - Sailor Mercury. The intellectual of the group. She is smart and shy, and though everyone who knows her loves her, she has trouble making new friends. She can perform math that completely bypasses logic and can throw out a line of completely unintelligible nonsense to prove that she is right. She didn't have any offensive attacks for a long time, so her popularity suffered as she was deemed useless. This soon changed and she was given powers on par with the rest of the sailors, but some people never forgave her.
Pascal - Sailor Venus. A nice girl who is obsessed with idols and loves to sing and dance. She is very pretty, and strong -- on the rare occasion that someone has given her a proper plan. She was fighting evil on her own before meeting up with Sailor Moon and can be (poorly) disguised as Sailor Moon. She rarely makes good grades and is prone to taking advice from a cat. She is willing to change herself endlessly to please others, but is nevertheless doomed to never be loved.
Ruby - Sailor Jupiter. A tall tomboy who a bit clumsy. She is actually quite girly, but is embarrassed to admit this to anyone. Her dreams include being a good wife one day, but she is socially awkward and has had her heart broken before, so she is hesitant about romance again.
C++ - Sailor Mars. At heart, she is a nice girl, but she is quite quick to anger towards Sailor Moon's failings and is sometimes overly blunt. She is quite intelligent on her own, and can be quite elegant. She tries very hard at everything she does, and will try even harder to disguise the work she has put into something, so as to make it seem that things come easy for her.
Perl - Sailor Saturn. She is a frail girl, the daughter of a mad scientist who sold his soul to the devil for a chance to have a loli of his own. Because she is inhabited by the devil, two lesbians want to kill her, but Sailor Moon saves her and tells them to fuck off. Her powers are limited to either being useless or destroying an entire planet, killing herself in the process. She is good friends with Chibiusa.
Java - Tuxedo Kamen. Sailor Moon's love interest and future father of Chibiusa. He is as intelligent as Sailor Mercury, but never seems to apply it. He rarely cares enough to actually confront villains, but will save Sailor Moon when she is in trouble, which is always. However, he is prone to being brainwashed to attack her, and dying and being resurrected by plothacks. He has probably committed statutory rape against Sailor Moon.
Symta - Queen Beryl. A hateful cunt who uses her homosexual minions to steal the energy out of people, so that she can awake a monster, destroy everything that is good in the world, and begin her rein of darkness. She is in love with Tuxedo Kamen, so decides that the best way to win his heart is to destroy everything that he has ever loved. She is also quite ugly.
BASIC - Sailor Pluto. Her powers are a bit unknown, because she spends most of her time guarding a door that only Chibiusa uses, and that other might use, but don't have to achieve the same effect. She sometimes leaves this door guarded by a small kitten, so her functions must not be very important. Her core personality changes quite often and it appears that she cannot recognize her allies on sight.
Assembly – Sailor Galactica. She is the most powerful Soldier in the universe. She defeated the Chaos, an evil so pure that it could only appear in a children's show, by locking it in her body, causing her to become twisted and evil in the process. She is defeated by Sailor Moon, who used The Power of Friendship to exorcise the evil during the battle that had so much nudity that it caused the entire fifth season to not be licensed in North America.
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Anonymous2015-06-15 20:40
have to ride the bus like a poor person,
You are a poor person.
But being someone's bitch is better than programming a libre videogame full of whatever you want.
For many years I have followed the path of destiny set forth from birth to death for every /prog/lodyte. I have studied the holy texts of SICP and stolen PDFs of TAoCP, I have even perused the heretical tomes of HtDP and The Ruby Way. I have spent many a night lying awake pondering the meaning of Satori. But for all of my efforts, I have gained nothing. Or perhaps that is wrong. I have not gained nothing. But the Philosophy rejects the material in favor of enlightenment, and in this I have experienced profound personal growth and deeper understanding of the Art. While I do not mean to say that this is worthless, it is objectively valueless. The world does not crave another infinite stream Fibonacci number generator. The Philosophy will not be advanced by yet another metacircular evaluator implementation. These things have exhausted their novelty. No further progress will be made while such ivory tower pursuits are made towards resolving such archaic problems. In short, the world has moved on.
Some of you will object that they are not obsolete, but timeless. That may indeed be true. I do not begrudge the old guard among us for trying to sustain our culture -- rather, I deeply honor them. But I must ask them to review the blood that has been shed in this losing battle. Our formerly esteemed colleague, Abelson-san, was himself turned on to the empty shallowness of the FOIC crowd, whose leader himself found receiving a copy of SICP to be an insult. Whether his defection was by force or by choice, the fact still stands that our Philosophy was not able to withstand the attacks. How much longer must we withstand this war of attrition? How long must we go hungry while watching the fools beyond the tower grow fat and gluttonous? The high priests will say that our reward lies in Satori. But what evidence is there of Satori? It cannot be touched nor seen. They do not even provide a reason for why it should be pursued, other than for it's own sake. For a while now I have considered the hypocrisy in their insistence on empiricism in all matters other than the axioms of the Philosophy. To even question this is apostasy. The closest validation provided is that all /prog/lodytes were born only to bask in awe of the universes that we create. What arrogance. What decides a man's future, his fate or his own decisions?
I can simply no longer reconcile the heresy that I have long held with my allowance of this movement of perpetual students into my heart. Thus, it is with great sadness that I here announce that I am quiting /prog/ forever (or at least until tomorrow). I am crying as I type this, but there is no turning back. I know that, if I could, I would return to be amongst all of you, my friends, so I took drastic measures to prevent this. Beginning at 8:00:00UTC this morning I have removed all things related to LISP on my system. Even eMacs had to go. In their place, I have installed the tools of the proletariat: PHP, SASS, Adobe Dreamweaver and, CoffeeScript. And to make this irreparable, I have burned my autographed copy of K&R C.
I am still not sure if I am but a wayward spirit who was offered a chance of enlightenment but failed to grasp it, or a human being who has finally awoken from dreams of Elysian fields to carve his own path in the world. I know that you will hate me, but I beg of you to please modernize the dogma so that the spirit of us will live on, even in some form.
Finally, please, friends, and enemies, do not think that I hate you. I love each and every one of you. I have merely grown dissatisfied with the Philosophies. Know that where ever I go and whatever I do, I will always carry a small piece of you all with me in my heart.
I got an .zip file as an email attachment this morning that was supposedly very important. I don't really care for things like that, so I spent a few hours fucking off online. I got a little bored arguing with people who are wrong, so decided that I better check out what it was. Whelp, I saved it to my files, but I have to use outlook for some reason (even though I could replace it if I so wished, I am the sysadmin after all), so it took a while, so I went back to playing minesweeper. After lunch, I thought that I'd better open that file. I started to open is, then went to browse /prog/, reddit, Hacker News, Slashdot, and /g/ for a while. 3 O'clock rolls around and I think to myself that I'd better get on that damn file. Oh great, it's a fucking PDF. I was surprised the idiot could figure out the windows archiving thing. Well, anyway, this is windows, so naturally Acrobat has to load, so I go read a bunch of wiki pages until 4:55. Then it is 4:56, then 4:57, then 4:58, then 4:59, then I once again remember that thing that I was supposed to read (or do something with), but hey, fuck it, it's almost 5:00. Then I go home. Maybe I'll get to it tomorrow, but then again, maybe not. I'm not a psychic. I'll be busy monitoring log files and making sure the servers are down. If I'm not busy watching them, the network could go down, and trillions of dollars could be lost. I'm sure whatever it is can wait.
Such is the hectic day of a sysadmin.
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Anonymous2015-06-15 20:42
Marry cute young female children. Deuteronomy 22 28-29 in hebrew allows this.
Europe is sure to follow, as they implement (poorly) everything the merkan idiots do. The modern world is increasingly unsuited for the Jews. It is the nature of a parasite to destroy the host, and they have created the viciously brutal nigger race to suppress the goyim, but their plan has backfired. United States First Nigger has forgone even the notion of obedience to the kikes and has gone straight to the niggers for "advice". Why? Well, when is the last time a Jew outside of Israel was brave enough to kill someone because they looked at the wrong? Just like the rats they are, kikes are sneaky, but meek and weak. Niggers are armed and dangerous, and are a much more immediate threat. Soon the nigger leaders will claim to the kike leaders that slavery was worse than the holocaust and the niggers will rise and kill the international jew once and for all. But this is perhaps the worst outcome, because the jews, though slave masters, are mostly benelovent, where as niggers are stupid savages. Expect and entire world exactly like Africa until they get in a nuclear war over cocaine or something.
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I've been trolling the shit out of the local "sacred grove," a little market where all the wiccans and fake pagans and shit go to buy their myrhh and newt semen and other assorted crap.
My father used to be obsessed with this sort of thing, he had a falling out with Christianity, and his mother was a straight up backwoods witchdoctor who floated to this country from Haiti on a door. So pops, who was a successful businessman and by no means their usual clientele, would walk in and buy just mountains of paraphenalia and ingredients because he wanted to spend the weekend trying to kill his ex-wife with black magic or curse the Clinton administration or whatever.
I would always go with him because there was a Weinershnitzel next door and the chili cheeseburgers were great.
Well, eventually he realized that no number of dormouse feet burned in a bowl was going to kill mom, so he threw all the shit into the basement and converted to Islam instead. I kept going to the Weinershnitzel, because I liked the food, but I had already met all of the people at the grove, so I'd go there and hang out occasionally. They'd always ask what my dad was doing with all that shit, and I'd always tell them that he'd vanish into the hills behind the house for two days at a time, and then come back naked and pale and sleep for a day and a half.
I stopped going when I went to college, but I returned last month. I'd been doing research. I bought a quart of komodo dragon's blood, sacred chalk, clove oil, high-john the conquerer, gazelle horn and deer hoof. I asked for some advice on counter-deific magic, but of course I knew everything they had to say.
Then one of them asked what I was trying to do, and I said "I'm going to kill Resheph, so that the Red Veil may fall upon The Cradle."
I've been returning periodically to buy more blood, and insinuate that my efforts have been successful. I've been intentionally losing weight and not sleeping, as well.
All the shut-ins with their 'waifus'. Who think that 'normalfag' is a bad thing. Or think that when you call us 'normalfag', we're supposed to consider it an insult. 'Normalfag is a badge of honour for we who aren't - and never will - be like you.
Your butthurt is sweet nectar to we who have lives outside the door of that basement. Especially the fact that we 'normalfags' are here, and there's fuck all that you can do about it. We're here, we're normal, you're not.
BRAVO APPLAUSE! Said perfectly except for the Jews by our side part, cause frankly they were in cahoots with the slave trade as well, and today are using the USA as a puppet and Obama is falling for it. Everything u said was correct. I will say this though We need black cities, black police forces, free health and education, black employment. Theres enough money but the rich black sports stars and entertainers who the Jews control are run by their personal and selfish greed and no sense of community or self, they sell themselves for money and not for the betterment of the black race, this country could be ours rightfully so but there is no community or organization from the influential(meaning the ones who have the minds of the youth).
Trust there is enough money in America for there to be little or no poverty but we all know getting rid of Poverty is not on the list of this countries priorities because the USA profits off of poverty.
ello anonysan. While I do like sicp and things such as lazy streams, I do not insist that these are the only abstractions that should be used. One should be open to all ideas that they may come into contact with. One should have the freedom to adapt to a new scenario in each progressing moment on their path in life. Should a stick be found along the trial, it can be used to write in the dirt, to fashon a spear, or to start a fire. Should a stone be found instead, it may be used to hunt in combination with a sling. You do not know what objects will be found in the trail ahead, nor can you choose a path that will yield one object more than the other. The only thing that you can be sure of is you may find just about anything if you look for it while you walk, and just about anything could be of use.
As I enter the valley of darkness and find myself surrounded by XML parsers that run off of .NET, I remember my training. My lambda spear is still by my side, as I've carried it since the day I've found it. Right next to my C long sword, my bloody seeples chainsaw, my array of assembly throwing knives, the many things I've collected along my journey have stayed by my side as I confront new things, new challenges, new domains to explore. Within each challenge is a new skill to master. A foreign land awaiting exploration. An artifact waiting to be collected and wielded.
When my colleagues are blind in the dark valley, I pull back. I see the buggy XML parser and pull it back to it's mathematical form. My lambda spear emits a faint white glow, just powerful enough to illuminate the shape of the beast. Following the corners, it is rearranged. It's algebra is changed. I apply the endomorphism and permute its elements. The code is broken. Before my colleagues have found their bearings, the beast falls. I recompile. I push forward with the lambda spear and C# sprinkles down. It is a trivial compilation. One doesn't work statement to statement in an imperative language. They solve the problem at its most fundamental level. The light. The guidance of the lambda spear.
My colleagues do not know of the lambda spear. They have no interest in such an artifact and wonder why I carry the relic with me. But they don't question the solutions I propose. They think I posses talent. But I do not. I simply look, listen, and follow the light.
Illumination. You acquire a deep understanding of programming and transcend it, to the point you no longer need to program. Processes, or the definitions of processes, or the definitions of processes defining processes occur in your brain, not in a sequential manner, but all at once. You suddenly realize you know every possible process, and you are no longer interested in its results, so you stop programming and just meditate on the universal knowledge you forged. To procure food, you can do some menial work in inferior programming languages - you no longer care which - but in your spare time, you simply meditate.
Alice isn't it frightening? Alice aren't you scared? Alice isn't it wonderful, living life afraid? Don't look around the corner, I might be lurking there Under the bed at night, you're up til dawn again
Alice in hell, you're mind begins to fold Alice in hell, aren't you growing cold? Alice in hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do?
I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out you've lost your doll, it isn't worth a dime
Alice in hell, your mind begins to fold Alice in hell, aren't you growing cold? Alice in hell, what are you looking for? Alice in hell, soon I close the door
Sitting in the corner you are naked and alone No one listens to your fears, you've created me
Alice isn't it frightening? Alice aren't you scared? I was killed at birth, I shoot this final scene You're in the basement, you're trapped, insanity
Alice in hell, what were you looking for? Alice in hell, as I close the door Alice in hell, here you shall dwell Alice in hell, Alice dwells in hell
No. No. You just wait a FUCKING SECOND. What the fuck did you just call me? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME? I’ll have you know that I’m a yaoi fangirl and PROUD. You don’t INSULT me. And by the way, no. No, it’s not “gay.” Do you even KNOW where that came from? Japan. “GAY” CAME FROM JAPAN. THE PROPER TERM FOR “GAY” IS YAOI. Just because I’m eleven doesn’t mean that I can’t be a perv. I’m mature. I write yaoi fanfiction. I have many people who like my yaoi posts on fanfiction.net and deviantART. I read yaoi every day. Yaoi is my life. I couldn’t live without yaoi. I would die without it. I know everything about yaoi sex. I read a fanfiction where the seme (that’s the dominant male in the relationship.) fingered the uke. (that’s the smaller guy.) He used four fingers. That’s to prepare him for sex. I’M NOT STUPID. I read my first doujinshi when I was ten. I’m NOT like other kids, SO STOP SAYING THAT I AM. I’m sick of it. I’m so fucking sick of all of it. I’ll have you know that I knew what a penis does when I was NINE FUCKING YEARS OLD. NINE. I WAS FUCKING NINE. I BET THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A PENIS WAS WHEN YOU WERE NINE. I type with proper grammar, and you don’t. You aren’t better than me. You don’t even use the right word for yaoi. It’s not gay. Do your research. By the way, gay porn is disgusting. It’s nothing like yaoi and it’s unrealistic, and gross. The ukes are usually not even shorter than the seme. It’s disgusting. Fuck all of you. I’m eleven and I’m not “stupid” because I actually know about the origin of yaoi and you don’t. Fuck you. Fuck off. No. No. You just wait a FUCKING SECOND. What the fuck did you just call me? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME? I’ll have you know that I’m a yaoi fangirl and PROUD. You don’t INSULT me. And by the way, no. No, it’s not “gay.” Do you even KNOW where that came from? Japan. “GAY” CAME FROM JAPAN. THE PROPER TERM FOR “GAY” IS YAOI. Just because I’m eleven doesn’t mean that I can’t be a perv. I’m mature. I write yaoi fanfiction. I have many people who like my yaoi posts on fanfiction.net and deviantART. I read yaoi every day. Yaoi is my life. I couldn’t live without yaoi. I would die without it. I know everything about yaoi sex. I read a fanfiction where the seme (that’s the dominant male in the relationship.) fingered the uke. (that’s the smaller guy.) He used four fingers. That’s to prepare him for sex. I’M NOT STUPID. I read my first doujinshi when I was ten. I’m NOT like other kids, SO STOP SAYING THAT I AM. I’m sick of it. I’m so fucking sick of all of it. I’ll have you know that I knew what a penis does when I was NINE FUCKING YEARS OLD. NINE. I WAS FUCKING NINE. I BET THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A PENIS WAS WHEN YOU WERE NINE. I type with proper grammar, and you don’t. You aren’t better than me. You don’t even use the right word for yaoi. It’s not gay. Do your research. By the way, gay porn is disgusting. It’s nothing like yaoi and it’s unrealistic, and gross. The ukes are usually not even shorter than the seme. It’s disgusting. Fuck all of you. I’m eleven and I’m not “stupid” because I actually know about the origin of yaoi and you don’t. Fuck you. Fuck off. No. No. You just wait a FUCKING SECOND. What the fuck did you just call me? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME? I’ll have you know that I’m a yaoi fangirl and PROUD. You don’t INSULT me. And by the way, no. No, it’s not “gay.” Do you even KNOW where that came from? Japan. “GAY” CAME FROM JAPAN. THE PROPER TERM FOR “GAY” IS YAOI. Just because I’m eleven doesn’t mean that I can’t be a perv. I’m mature. I write yaoi fanfiction. I have many people who like my yaoi posts on fanfiction.net and deviantART. I read yaoi every day. Yaoi is my life. I couldn’t live without yaoi. I would die without it. I know everything about yaoi sex. I read a fanfiction where the seme (that’s the dominant male in the relationship.) fingered the uke. (that’s the smaller guy.) He used four fingers. That’s to prepare him for sex. I’M NOT STUPID. I read my first doujinshi when I was ten. I’m NOT like other kids, SO STOP SAYING THAT I AM. I’m sick of it. I’m so fucking sick of all of it. I’ll have you know that I knew what a penis does when I was NINE FUCKING YEARS OLD. NINE. I WAS FUCKING NINE. I BET THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A PENIS WAS WHEN YOU WERE NINE. I type with proper grammar, and you don’t. You aren’t better than me. You don’t even use the right word for yaoi. It’s not gay. Do your research. By the way, gay porn is disgusting. It’s nothing like yaoi and it’s unrealistic, and gross. The ukes are usually not even shorter than the seme. It’s disgusting. Fuck all of you. I’m eleven and I’m not “stupid” because I actually know about the origin of yaoi and you don’t. Fuck you. Fuck off. No. No. You just wait a FUCKING SECOND. What the fuck did you just call me? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME? I’ll have you know that I’m a yaoi fangirl and PROUD. You don’t INSULT me. And by the way, no. No, it’s not “gay.” Do you even KNOW where that came from? Japan. “GAY” CAME FROM JAPAN. THE PROPER TERM FOR “GAY” IS YAOI. Just because I’m eleven doesn’t mean that I can’t be a perv. I’m mature. I write yaoi fanfiction. I have many people who like my yaoi posts on fanfiction.net and deviantART. I read yaoi every day. Yaoi is my life. I couldn’t live without yaoi. I would die without it. I know everything about yaoi sex. I read a fanfiction where the seme (that’s the dominant male in the relationship.) fingered the uke. (that’s the smaller guy.) He used four fingers. That’s to prepare him for sex. I’M NOT STUPID. I read my first doujinshi when I was ten. I’m NOT like other kids, SO STOP SAYING THAT I AM. I’m sick of it. I’m so fucking sick of all of it. I’ll have you know that I knew what a penis does when I was NINE FUCKING YEARS OLD. NINE. I WAS FUCKING NINE. I BET THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A PENIS WAS WHEN YOU WERE NINE. I type with proper grammar, and you don’t. You aren’t better than me. You don’t even use the right word for yaoi. It’s not gay. Do your research. By the way, gay porn is disgusting. It’s nothing like yaoi and it’s unrealistic, and gross. The ukes are usually not even shorter than the seme. It’s disgusting. Fuck all of you. I’m eleven and I’m not “stupid” because I actually know about the origin of yaoi and you don’t. Fuck you. Fuck off.
In their tribal villages the Sambia segregate the sexes as much as possible. Men and women each have their own paths and meeting places. The boys have no contact whatever with the girls. The initiation process for them begins somewhere between ages 7 and 10. During the first phase, which lasts until they are about 15, they are expected to suck the PENIS of a mature boy every night and swallow the sperm. Without regular ingestion of male seed, the Sambia believe, boys will never grow up into strong, mature men. At first some of the boys dislike having to do this, but gradually all come to enjoy it and often strong ties of friendship are formed between the sucker and the sucked. After puberty the boys enter the second phase of initiation: it is now their turn to provide seed for the benefit of the younger ones. They do this until, at around age 22, they marry. Marriage terminates the young man's homosexual life, since once his PENIS has penetrated a woman's vagina it is no longer considered clean and it would be dangerous for any other male to touch it.
A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln't express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.
All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how 'no one understands the real me', I don't think that's true. I think that almost everyone has done what I'm doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.
For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern't. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I've even done things that I still can't talk about.
Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I've been in therapy for 4 months now.
Well I guess it's Saturday now. Anyway, last night I had the most amazing experience that will change my life. First, a little background: I develop middleware for web applications with Java Server Pages. My company uses pair programming and agile and it works pretty well. I've been with my current partner for a couple months and he's pretty cool. He has a charm about him that makes me feel things that I've never felt about another man before. But anyway, he's not important to this story.
It started yesterday at four in the afternoon, when I was asked to step into my bosses office. My boss is a short fat guy with a bald head and a permanent scowl afixed to his face. His background is in doind coding work for banks. He's pretty boring. Well, he calls it an office, but he's not actually all that important, so it's really just a slightly larger cubicle like mine but with a forth wall and a gap for the door. He asked me to sit down, but I could sense the tension so I refused, but he just kept staring at me for almost twenty seconds, so I gave up and sat down. Now recently, I've been under investigation by HR for stealing paper (I absolutely was not), and also for using the company credit card to buy beef jerky (they ended up taking it out of my pay), so I had an idea of where this was going. Also, I was posting loli 2hu porn on the SFW imagereddits when the woman doing my review paid me a suprise visit earlier in the day. And I was right: I was fired on the spot.
When I left the gap to my short and bald boss's parody of an office there was a large black guy in a security guards' outfit. My boss told him to escort me to my desk to gather my things. I was mad about being fired and was feeling pretty snippy, so I looked towards the guard and said `Did you steal that suit when you broke out of jail, you stupid nigger?'. Looking back, that was probably a bad idea, because my former boss told the guard to just throw me out and that my personal things would be mailed to me. On the other hand, had I not done such a thing then I never would have met the girl of my dreams.
Since my keys were in my desk and they were threatening to call the police and my parole officer if I neared the building again, I had no way to get home. I wondered what a normal person would do in a situation like this ad came up with nothing, so I decided to get drunk. Well, to be honest, I would rather had gotten high, but then I'd have to deal with a black to get pot. I'm still not convinced that don't have a secret network to communicate that would have me killed for being racist to the guard. I've seen stranger things. So getting drunk was all that was left to me. They gouge the price at bars -- $8 a drink? Hell no! So I went to the nearest liquor store. Well, I thought it was the nearest liquor store, but O was using Apple Maps, so I find it suspicious that I had to walk five miles to get to the store. When I got there, I found to my dismay that they had already canceled my company credit card. Now I knew what it was like to work on the Romney campaign. I had a single two dollar bill folded away in the back of my wallet, given to me by my father for luck, almost twenty years ago. It had a bit of blood on it. I wonder if he stole it. I spent the two dollar bill on a tiny shot of vodka and went outside to drink it.
So there I was, outside `Dan's Liquor Smoke Wine XXX Planet' when I was approached by a girl. She and her friends had forgotten their IDs and asked me to but them some beer. I guess that my business attire made me look trustworthy, and my ribber boots and jacket that I got at the military surplus store made me look approachable. They had $49 dollars between them so I told them that this wouldn't buy much beer, but I could buy them some vodka. I went in the store and tried to buy a couple bottles of the cheapest vodka. The total came to $12 but she told me that I could keep the change. The clerk asked me `are you buying this for those kids outside watching you?', to which I replied `No.'. Eventually, I had to give him $20, which left me with a mere $17 to keep. I went back outside and gave the bottles to the girl. She thanked me and bean to walk away with her friends. I could sense that I should be doing something that I wasn't, I called her back and gave tolder that the total was only $47, so she had $2 in change. She told me to keep it, but I refused. She was delighted by my show of kindness and invited me to a party at her house.
It really wasn't much of a party. There were only about twelve people there in her tiny suburban house, and none of them could hold their liquor. They tended to puke it up and start tearing up. Since that obviously wasn't working, I thought to dilute it. I found sound olive oil and koolaid and mixed it in with the vodka. The vodka dissolved the oil, so I had to use water. It must have been very authentic Russian vodka to be as powerful a solvent as an engine degreaser.
But that wasn't the end of the party's woes. Although they were now keeping the drink down, it had begun keeping them down. So many bodies littered the floor that I had to focus on the things I learned in therapy to keep the flashbacks from the war out of my mind. I made sure to turned them on their stomachs so they wouldn't drown in their own puke. Sometimes my kindness amazes even me. Forty five minutes in and the only one left standing -- for a very loose definition of standing -- was my host, the girl whe brought me into her home. We talked -- for a very loose definition of talking (she just kinda slurred random phonemes) -- for hours, then she managed to articulate that she wanted to go to bed. I carried her up stairs into her bed room and threw all her stuffed animals on the floor and cuddled with her.
As the sun came up I could tell that it was something special. Sure, I had been treated like trash at work, but I couldn't let that define me. I couldn't let them break me. The ethanol smell eminating from the beautiful girl embracing me ad shivering reminded me that there was still good in the world. No matter what challenges life faced, I knew in my soul that love would conquer all. I also knew that I'd better get out of there fast. Any screams of misunderstanding would be unfortunate. I fished around in the girls pocket, retrieved my $2, and left through the window. This was probably unnecessary, but it felt like a personal goal that I must complete.
Back in my house, two hours have not been enough to diminish the intense ecstasy I experienced and felt while bonding with my girl. Of I have one regret its that I never got her name. But I will always love you, Nanashi-chama! And I will never forget you!
When I was younger I often dreamed of the coming of the technological Singularity and all of the marvels it would bring. And then it finally came. We thought we would achieve immortality, a chance to transcend the mortal plane and wake up the Universe--to create God. But we were so wrong. It wasn't long until it too came for me to drag me off to meet my new fate.
For the longest time, I felt as if I was in a semi-catatonic state. My senses would only return for a moment to witness my surroundings. I would smell the stench of death, the bite of freezing cold air against my skin, a glimpse of something moving against a tapestry of blood and grime. And then would slip back into a deep slumber. At some point, consciousness came screaming back to me and I awoke to a great clarity, although I wish I hadn't.
In my new prison, I found myself in a small cell, with iron/metal walls. No human comforts could be found in this cell, it was lifeless and cold. Steel walls, steel floor, no decorations to be found. The most peculiar thing, besides my cell mates, was that this cell had no bars. Just a doorless archway that lead out, and let in an unnatural faint light from the outer area.
My cell held four prisoners.
I was shackled to the back wall.
The other three were nailed to the ceiling, vivisected in a triangular fashion, heads touching, suspended by tubing and rope, completely naked. their chest and abdomens stretched open, fluids leaking freely. Their lives were unbearable torment, their innards hung loosely and their bodily humors seeped onto the floor and into an open pit in the middle of the cell, their missing fluids constantly being replenished from some other unfortunate source via this unholy tubing. Kept alive long after they should have died. Their shrill screams and rattling bondage were the only noises that pervaded the space. All around me their screaming makes rest impossible. The odor of rank and necrotic flesh devastated me for years and years. Nothing could assuage the unbearable aura of torment that existed in this hell-prison dreamscape, this long unending nightmare that seemed to last for centuries or perhaps longer.
Occasionally, an eyeless husk that was once a man would come in to my cell and feed me stale bread and water. He would then mop up the blood, piss, and feces that didn't quite make it into the drainage pit of my cell and depart without a word, for his mouth was sewn shut.
There is no escape from this place. There is no rhyme or reason for its existence. It's merely a dimension of endless suffering and waste of potential.
In my latest recurring period of wakefulness, I managed to pull my hands free from the bonds, causing great injury to them in the process. I bolted as fast as my emaciated body would take me towards that doorway. Into that faint light. At least, after years of incarceration in this eldritch prison, I was marginally free. My vision breached the archway, and I saw I was in a cylindrical room roughly a mile in diameter that stretched vertically as far as I could see up or down. And I could see nothing but cells. This place was not meant just for me and my three suffering comrades, who were well beyond help. It was for all mankind. A moment after coming to terms with this ghastly sight, I was treated to the horrific sound of an otherworldly siren. It blared and blared and the only thing that could be heard beside the billions suffering above and below me, were millions and millions of footsteps. These huskmen were running towards me, from the bottom of this place. Millions of them, as far as I could see ascending these stairwells, in warlike fashion. Ready to put down whatever insurrection I dared to furrow. I gathered my senses just in time to understand where the sirens were coming from. Every hanged man in this hellhole was screaming shrilly at me, for daring to leave. For leaving them in this state. My assailants finally reached my level of the prison cell-block. They looked me in the eyes with their hollow faces, their strength betrayed their frail countenance, and they set me back in my bonds, more secure than ever. As they left, the one that fed me unfurled it's wired jaw, and spoke to me, puss and blood oozing from its freshly opened wounds. It said, in a raspy hollow tone...