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EEH: We speak english Rolero 10/11/2024 (Dom) 23:52:27 Id: 8002f5 103650 >>103653 >>103662 >>103853 >>108958
hello every hisrol how are you fine thank you I wish I were a bird
>>103650 (OP) op is faggot
>name Giganigga >age 14 >appearance Pic >History I'll write it as i go along
>>103650 (OP) can i be a loli anf fuck in this rol? >>103659 who the fuck is giga niga what the fuck
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It was a day like any other, except that a swiftie didn't discriminate against me because of my skin color. But I didn't listen to him, so I went to visit my uncle. My uncle stayed at the Ciudad Juarez annex because he was consuming protein from the gym; the thing is that my uncle was on a dirty volume and ended up with type 2 diabetes, but well, that's not the point. When I arrived at the annex to pick up my uncle, I noticed that he looked out of the ordinary. The first thing I noticed was that he repeated something in a sinister and erotic way, it was something like: skibidi dop dop dop yes yes. When he finished saying that I got quite nervous, because I thought it was some kind of femboy spell; then, with a seductive look and hyperrealistic eyes, my uncle asked me, have you ever seen me inside your toilet?.... Then my legs started to shake and I lost control of my buttocks. Those words were enough, suddenly my uncle says “this is what happens to those who hang out with the orator titan” AHHH. At that, my uncle starts to rise towards the sky and begins to transform into a guy with a camera on his head…. And in a sinister and sensual way he tells me “I am a cameraman… I am God” At that I got so scared that I had to run to the Aurrera store closest to my house, and buy a birote bread and a mango tang to lower my blood pressure. At that my uncle tells me “if you want to get out of this alive you have to put yourself in war mode”. At that my uncle, in a very strange way, shows me videos of a guy called “Temach” and now, thanks to him, I have Brazilian transvestite girlfriends… but I didn’t pay attention.
>>103650 (OP) man, ay jeit tis faking lengiuch, is for ritards, literal jav no linguistic consistensi wen riding, becos it jas fiu leders dan sounds, sou it is practicaly laik chainis, becos de image of de word dos not min sound, but an aidia. de lenguich is sou brouken dat "Ghoti" sounds laik "Fish". gh", /f/ as in laugh, /læːf, laːf/ (laugh); "o", /ɪ/ as in women, /ˈwɪmɪn, ˈwɪmən/ (women); and "ti", /ʃ/ as in nation, /ˈneɪʃən/ (nation). or also "Ghoti" can sound laik " " (that is, it has no sound) "gh" as in night (night); "o" as in people (people); "t" as in ballet (the t is silent in this word, as in French); "i" as in business (business). dats wy im riding Inglsih in a wey dat it sounds laik it rid, (if it had Espenish Fonedics)
Being betrayed by someone you deeply trust is among the worst things you could experience, it hurts even more the closer you are to the betrayer. So what happens when the one that betrays you shares the same physical space as you? You spend your entire life believing that your body is yours, always on your side, always your ally, that it will do what you want it to and always work with your best interest in mind. Then when it starts failing you don't know what to do. I couldn't blame my grandmother for her dementia even if it wasn't her brain itself that failed her, after what I've experienced I know being betrayed by my own body would drive me mad too. Of course this doesn't happen from one day to the next, most of the time. But even if you have days, months or years to get accustomed to the changes it still doesn't feel right. For me it started with these little dots in my vision, tiny smudges on the world that made everything look dirty. I would sit at recess looking out into the distance, just watching them follow my eyes wherever they turned. At first I thought they were just dust particles floating in the light, sometimes I mistook them for some dirt I had to clean out of my glasses but never could. The more I looked at them the bigger they got. The problem exacerbated when I broke the frame of my newest glasses, I never liked changing them, visits to the doctor only made me more aware of how bad it had gotten. I went from one set of specs to the next, never seeing any change when the doctor asked and just going with the one that made me less uncomfortable even if it wasn't perfect. Perhaps this habit of ignoring the problems is what led to the smudges consuming my vision, in time the bacteria swimming in my eyes was so big it was impossible to see through even with glasses, when I told the doctor what had been happening to me and went through al those tests he told me I was healthy... and suggestede I go see a psychologist. But I wasn't crazy, there really were parasites crawling in my eyeballs, I could feel them move inside them, I could hear them crawl around beneath my closed eyelids every night when I tried to sleep. Seeing them everywhere and having to ignore them, hearing them at every waking hour, feeling them slowly eat away at my eye from the inside like goddamn termites... It was too much, I couldn' think about anything else, they wouldn't let me. I tried all manner of insecticide, bleach, pepper and cleaning products just to try and kill the bastards but they wouldn't go away, all I did was erase the parts of my vision that weren't yet eaten and made myself blind to anything but them, they were literally all I could see and the noise they made from inside the burnt socket made it impossible to focus on anything else. The last thing I tried was the knife from the kitchen cutlery. The pain was nothing like the relief I felt once it was done. In went the blade and out went my eye. It wasn't that quick and easy, eyes are not as soft as one may think, the entire thing probably went out in mangled chunks, but I couldn't tell. It was a miracle I didn't immediately pass out after the first try, more so because I still had another eye filled with those maggots I needed to get rid of. No excuses were accepted, and I didn't really fight it at the time. No one ever believed my story and I was tired of repeating it. If anything I was relieved I got rid of what the doctors never fixed. I was exhausted and content with just resting. So now, I lay locked up in a soft room of white walls, but to me they look black, just like outer space. And just like in space, noone can hear me scream whenever I see a miniature parasite swimming in the distance, at least I hope noone can hear me, those things look small just like the others, but these ones are not inside my eyes, instead they're several light-years away, and every day they look a bit bigger, a bit closer...
>>108953 better reopen ohio Regla
>>108953 I had to write a short story for something, but I never published it anywhere so it's been sitting in my notes for some time. It has things I don't like or would like to expand on, but it was supposed to be short so there wasn't much I thought I could do to fix it without breaking the limit. It's also pretty much a copy of another story I read. Getting worse at something you used to do well or having more trouble doing things you used to is frustrating. I hate the feeling of getting older and losing capacities or being less able. I can't see very well, I can't hear very well, my back hurts sometimes when I'm just doing my routine and takes longer to heal and there's nothing I can do to fix that, it's not like I can turn back time. It's infuriating. >>103853 Cool reference. >>108954 You got the wrong guy.
>>103650 (OP) disculpe mijo, ¿que dijo?
>>108953 You probably eat cat poop
>>108955 It's never late, you can always dream, you can always have incredible times, you're never "Too old" for something, even if the society or your body say so, Fleming, Churchill, Cervantes... And more, and more, you can do it! I don't know you, but i believe in you!


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