Today, I bought me a monitor. A nice curved 24 inch wide one. This is the first text I’m writing in my
new screen with my super cool gaming keyboard. Why I didn’t knew that these keyboards exist? Why
no one has told me? They have blinking lights and their keys are on springs, taller and they feel...fun!
Like the buttons on arcade machines. But I have to admit I felt so foolish, completely forgot. Monitors
don’t have speakers on them. Before I was using on old tv. And now I have to use my phone’s hand’s
free to listen to music. Damn, building your first pc from scratch! I had help, but still, all these things
you need to buy to have a full functional computer. I'm learning, slowly building a new skill.
new screen with my super cool gaming keyboard. Why I didn’t knew that these keyboards exist? Why
no one has told me? They have blinking lights and their keys are on springs, taller and they feel...fun!
Like the buttons on arcade machines. But I have to admit I felt so foolish, completely forgot. Monitors
don’t have speakers on them. Before I was using on old tv. And now I have to use my phone’s hand’s
free to listen to music. Damn, building your first pc from scratch! I had help, but still, all these things
you need to buy to have a full functional computer. I'm learning, slowly building a new skill.
I know that you can’t hear it but right now I’m talking with a southern American accent, aCCen t.
There is this old woman speaking in my head, Slo Wly, seDucTive ly. The deep forest green of her
patterned shirt before a blue-greenish wall and her purplish reddish brown of her hair, that she shapes
with middle to large rollers, are all highly saturated. Her skin is too wrinkled, as she takes long milk
baths. Her skin has soaked and let a layer of vanilla flavored poutin' powder on it. Didn’t just hear her
say pout tin? She wouldnant eAt dat, dat is for you yOung peOpoLe. She’s on a diet and for that reason
she constantly holds a cigarette. She lets it burn into ass and bring it to her duckface, thin but over
highlighted red lips, just to smear it and suck the fire so hard that each and every one of the pieces of
the dried leaves will die with baby screeamssss. Poof she blows the smoke into your face and winks
her long and thick eyelashes. Fake of course, no?! How can these small buttonholes hold such weight?
That creased small piece of fabric, her lids, has that big black feathered fan in their ending. You
woulDnt knO ow, wouLd you dEar. She said and her "smile", makes her whole face melt. Is the heat
from her smokes or is it from inside? That is melting her. She feels it, she feels H-O-T. DoEsn’t mAtter
if yoU aRe YoUnG, YoU siLLy GirrrL, YoU Just siLLy
There is this old woman speaking in my head, Slo Wly, seDucTive ly. The deep forest green of her
patterned shirt before a blue-greenish wall and her purplish reddish brown of her hair, that she shapes
with middle to large rollers, are all highly saturated. Her skin is too wrinkled, as she takes long milk
baths. Her skin has soaked and let a layer of vanilla flavored poutin' powder on it. Didn’t just hear her
say pout tin? She wouldnant eAt dat, dat is for you yOung peOpoLe. She’s on a diet and for that reason
she constantly holds a cigarette. She lets it burn into ass and bring it to her duckface, thin but over
highlighted red lips, just to smear it and suck the fire so hard that each and every one of the pieces of
the dried leaves will die with baby screeamssss. Poof she blows the smoke into your face and winks
her long and thick eyelashes. Fake of course, no?! How can these small buttonholes hold such weight?
That creased small piece of fabric, her lids, has that big black feathered fan in their ending. You
woulDnt knO ow, wouLd you dEar. She said and her "smile", makes her whole face melt. Is the heat
from her smokes or is it from inside? That is melting her. She feels it, she feels H-O-T. DoEsn’t mAtter
if yoU aRe YoUnG, YoU siLLy GirrrL, YoU Just siLLy
Aging does a number on you, mocking you this way, with this heat.
She does hold a fan that elegantly moves. Just slow moves because she can’t risk the lightest breeze
to steal even one of the remaining alive pixels of her face. Now she has left fire to the side and she
holds a cold one. She lets the moist make mud with her skin powder. The air is now too stuffy to care
and she is sweating and melting awywayz. So her claws hold tenderly a bottle of potion she now gives
to a boi she’s with. Thank you miiees- he speaks with es like cheese, all es and ls, wielllies and hiellies
and biellies and ns with a lot of es to go with. He drinks the soda and go back mindin his own buiesness,
the chores for the lladie. As this woman needs a helping hand and asks for it, why not? And yes, she
stares a lot. She comes closer. First her cigarette, if she holds one, then her nose, then her big 'uns,
her duckface lips and the eyelashes and then the rest. The boi is completely clueless, of that approach.
He hears a clunkin' sound inside his brain and misses her short breathing and her yada yada umms.
So it is pretty much ok. And when you can see that scene from a safe distance. Hear the es and the ls
and her as, all saturated. Then is no longer desperate, it is hilarious and they both know it and Lo Ve Eit.
She does hold a fan that elegantly moves. Just slow moves because she can’t risk the lightest breeze
to steal even one of the remaining alive pixels of her face. Now she has left fire to the side and she
holds a cold one. She lets the moist make mud with her skin powder. The air is now too stuffy to care
and she is sweating and melting awywayz. So her claws hold tenderly a bottle of potion she now gives
to a boi she’s with. Thank you miiees- he speaks with es like cheese, all es and ls, wielllies and hiellies
and biellies and ns with a lot of es to go with. He drinks the soda and go back mindin his own buiesness,
the chores for the lladie. As this woman needs a helping hand and asks for it, why not? And yes, she
stares a lot. She comes closer. First her cigarette, if she holds one, then her nose, then her big 'uns,
her duckface lips and the eyelashes and then the rest. The boi is completely clueless, of that approach.
He hears a clunkin' sound inside his brain and misses her short breathing and her yada yada umms.
So it is pretty much ok. And when you can see that scene from a safe distance. Hear the es and the ls
and her as, all saturated. Then is no longer desperate, it is hilarious and they both know it and Lo Ve Eit.
Can you see yourself as an old person?
She would like for the boi to remain young forever and because that is not possible she would find a
new straw eater, to do her chores. She won’t stay with someone, after a while they grow to be just like
her dAddie. And worse! That would reveal her own age. And her old embarrassment, as daddy’s
precious little girl would taunt him for walking around with his beer belly out. Daddy puts some clothes
on, my friends are here.
new straw eater, to do her chores. She won’t stay with someone, after a while they grow to be just like
her dAddie. And worse! That would reveal her own age. And her old embarrassment, as daddy’s
precious little girl would taunt him for walking around with his beer belly out. Daddy puts some clothes
on, my friends are here.
The new monitor is playing some western meets suburbia glossy rural piece of soap and I’m feeling
kind of awful, laughing at it like an uptight city girl. But who is laughing last? she says and makes a
whole set of moves just to wink at me, siLLy grrrl.
kind of awful, laughing at it like an uptight city girl. But who is laughing last? she says and makes a
whole set of moves just to wink at me, siLLy grrrl.
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