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]]> /lit/res/19064.html#19195 >>19168
sometimes i forget there are slovenians on here other than me

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“Happy Anniversary, honey. Oh, I know it’s been a long time. There wasn’t much of you for me to visit, and I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around anyhow.”

“… But I got you some flowers!”

..

The same. Out of the corner of one’s eye, a bustling town can be seen encroaching from the horizon. Some chrysanthemums are seen sprouting along the roots, having crawled away from their original bushel over time.

“Happy Anniversary, honey. The neighbors over there seem to be alright, though you always enjoyed a little solitude. That’s too bad. I wasn’t exactly able to get the closest look at them, but they seem to know what they’re doing.”

.-.. --- ...- .

The city has now wrapped around the oak tree, a circle of standing stones garrisoned around the patch of green that houses the old oak. It looks as if the chrysanthemums had never been there at all.

“Happy Anniversary, honey. So, maybe you have a little less space to yourself. You know, just give me the word and I could take care of that for you! Heh. No, don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that… alright, alright, I’m sorry.”

-.-- --- ..- --..--

The same, except for one key difference. Beside the tree, a statue of an imposing, ambiguous figure stands tall.

“Happy Anniversary, honey. I see you’ve got yourself a little present already, probably took them a while to get it together… no, I’m not jealous. What can I say, I’m not! Oh, you’re just kidding!”

-.-- --- ..-

The city has become damaged and faded, a shadow of its former glory. Rubble is strewn in the streets, but the collection of monuments endures regardless.

“Happy Anniversary, honey. I see your place is… a little different than usual. It’s— It’s— No, it’s not terrible! It’s just… a little different, that’s all. Look, I might be away for a little while, just know that I’ll be back. No, no, I’m doing fine…”

-.- -. --- .-- ..--..

It’s been a long, long time.

There is no more city, no more standing stones, no more old oak. Even the mighty statue had been brought low, patches of moss spreading across its surface.

“Happy Anniversary, honey. I told you I’d be back!… I was sure some plucky hunter or other would have gotten me by now… and yet, I’m still ticking!”

“… But I still miss you.”

“# #### ###, ### ####?”

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]]> /lit/res/17455.html#19148 >>18888
Most people did back then. He wasn’t really special.

]]> /lit/res/18732.html#19130 >>18915
He's absolutely right about wealth not indicating any kind of inherent quality in a person.

]]> /lit/res/19084.html#19123 >>19121
Funny thing BTW, in that group event, there was another girl that I also liked, but she wasn't my focus and didn't captivate my imagination nearly the same way, well I later learned that that second girl actually liked me ..

.. and another funny thing is that when we were doing like a meditation in a circle I actually wanted that first girl, the one that I was immediately drawn to, to sit next to me and to hold hands with her, well it was the second girl that ended up sitting next to me and the first girl didn't even show up and yet I was in the meditation imagining that it was the first girl that was sitting there and feeling this intense energy and then the girl that was actually sitting there, after the meditation, reported that she felt very intense energy coming from me, we were holding hands in a circle, but the report was specifically from my direction not from the circle in general (the energy which I was kind of channeling into her body, but like through her body into the first girl that was actually fueling my imagination and energy) so I don't know if the story even makes any sense, but yeah, that happened.

Other times for example I just hug people and immediately kind of know not just their current state but almost like what kind of a person they are. I feel their aura you could say. Yeah, it's not just to hig somebody and especially women, bro I can differentiate so much, and it's not just because of how they squeeze you or not squeeze you, I'm telling you, it's more subtle than that. You can feel their energy.

Well, anyway, this is schizoposting by most anyone's standards, we should move this to /x/ if that's the direction we're going to continue to drift in

]]> /lit/res/19084.html#19121 >>19120
Oh I'm pretty sure I was in control.

Met in a group event. She caught my eye immediately, but I played it very low key at first and she later admitted she was surprised how our relationship evolved whereas, even though I didn't know how it'd all turn out, I started walking in that direction from the very beginning...

As for other women, I haven't ever been that into anyone, at least not out of the ones that I had sexual access to, so yeah I would say I experienced that exclusively with her although something of the sort I also experienced with my mother when I was like 7, but that's a story for another time.

]]> /lit/res/19084.html#19120 >>19118
The electricity you describe - it can also close the seminal ducts: >>19099

(it can even close important arteries, but i believe they have rules against using it in a way which does actual harm - maybe that will one day be highly relevant for you to know!!!! - don't be frightened into doing things which you shouldn't do)

But it sounds like it's not you who has control over that.

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Reading feminist literature it sure sounds like women like to do a thing were it seems like the man is in charge (when it's really them).

Did you exclusively experience this with her? How did you meet?

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]]> /lit/res/19084.html#19118 >>19117
I'm a male. Having sex with a female. And I said exactly what it's like, it's like having two bodies simultaneously.

It's very pleasurable. But you have to really love the woman or the girl.

It also feels, for a lack of a better word - like electricity. Like a voltage between the two bodies / entities and especially through contact, that voltage is discharging from one to the other. And it feels kind of like pure pleasure, but of course sexual energy flavored. And by the way I'm mostly talking here about making out and foreplay. Because that's pretty much all I do during sex. Haven't yet ever seriously intended to have children so no cumming anywhere near pussy for me... (I don't trust protection and hormonal chemical shit I wouldn't put my woman through that)

And it all also feels automatic. Like you do not really intend how things go, it is a flow state. And it is highly creative, it's not the kind of sex you see in porn. And it is highly restrained. Like in your consciousness you experience some wild shit, even visions, but in the actual physical reality it is expressed by very restrained action and yet that action is charged with that energy that was in your mind and she receives it, if that makes sense. Now you make me want to miss her.

]]> /lit/res/19084.html#19117 >>19116
You keep emphasizing that you are autistic. It helps with noticing patterns, though to me it seems like one has to make experiences with the supernatural to be able to grasp certain patterns in the first place (or be able to believe certain things).

The biggest difficulty appears in making others grasp it who haven't yet made these supernatural experiences.

You said when you have sex your bodies fuse together. Are you male or female? What is that like?

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