I wish americans had a normal relationship with sex. I hate being anerican. We never have sex and barely make babies. "Oh but I wish I was american, you don't know how stressful it is to have an annoying family who guilts you and expects you to fulfill your gender role"....Ok yes that sounds stressful, but we die in the street like dogs because we don't have families and the state won't take care of us and we distract ourselves with shit like amiibos and vibrating rotating jack hammering dildos until 40 years goes by and the bank reposesses the house and we have nowhere to store our collectables that no one wants to buy, then they come to do battle with us and if we submit they let us become homeless and if we try and defend our lives they execute us, I guess those last two things are just capitalism, but I hate I here and I wish your foreign ass would marry my stupid american genetics into your family. /vent of a lazy neet who is addicted to 1970s vibes
Rap newstyle of mumbles:
I will not mumble
when I will not mumble
When I will not mumble
And all of the rest mumble
While all of the rest mumble
All of the rest tumble
Mumbley big mumble two times the mumble
(chorus) Oh and you mumble, yea and he mumbles, yea they all mumble too, because they mumble
Mumbling lef verse
Mumbling right verse
Mumbling mumble
Mumbling traverse
Mumbling universe???
Mumbling mumblers???
Mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble./ mic drop
Imagine if you were state assigned to me as my wife, and you helped me get my life in order and you helped me fedi post less, and to make the fedi posts I do post be higher quality. At first you'd be unhappy but after a while you'd realize I was a nice guy who wasn't going to rape you and made you tasty food from fresh ingredients, and you'd warm up to me, eventually you'd want to please me. I'd be surprised and tell you that you didn't have to, even though you're state enforced, and have to be my wife, I know you think I'm gross and...*hush* , that's when you put your dainty clean girl smelling finger to my lips, and say, "I don't think that, I know you now, I love you, I'll always love you", and thanks to your love and companionship my depression goes away (and so does yours) and my writing career takes off. We really make a difference in the world by insertion subliminal messages in the metacontextual stories I write for mainstream audiences, and you will be there for me to support and love, and we will each finally feel whole/ ventassy
Fiction/Fantasy
I'm leaving the map fandom. It's become too much. I just want maps to talk about tv and movies with but it never works, there's too few of us. I give up. I will return to normie life, a closeted map, suffering in silence, while abusers tell children they will be burned to death and then revived and burned to death again, forever, if they don't X Y or Z./ vent
Fiction/Fantasy/Short story/Violence
The Anti who Couldn't Scream:
It was a lazy day afternoon in Lakeside. Lakeside is a town like any other, the type of town where people live their lives in peace. Lee D'man was stopping by for a fresh tank of gas and a meal. One thing Lee thought was odd was it seemed to be some kind of parent and kid day or something because the busy areas were filled with parent aged adults and kids between 7 and 13. But the more Lee thought about it, the stranger it seemed. There was no signs advertising any kind if celebration, no indicative reason for any celebrations at all, and the people he was seeing didn't seem to be celebrating per say, it seemed they were just about their business, happily. He hasn't seen such happy people just going about their business since...ever? Yes, ever. This was strange. Lee then noticed something else, all these parents are...single? No, their spouse could be elsewhere but...no, yes, each adult is with each child, there are no pairs, no whole families...Lee felt sad as he began to blame this damn country for breaking up the family, but just then he saw a 10 year old boy begun making out with his 30+ year old mother. The woman was hot, fit, big breasts, natural, or at least jiggled like they were. The boy, small for his age, but clearly a tween based on his dress and mannerisms, but this, this was not normal! Thought Lee, if only he had left it at that, a thought. But Lee got angry, he got disgusted, he did something. But not now. Lee sat with his confusion for some time. Later, he learned that this whole town was a map town, that lived in peace and had a Starbucks that was unionized. Lee went crazy though, he tried to burn the town to the ground and expose it. By the end of Lees evil plan, a few maps were wounded, thankfully they successfully protected all aams, who suffered no injuries, but Lee, his mad ass...he just couldn't let other people live, who were different from him, they gave him many chances, tried to talk him down, but he wouldn't stop trying to kill all maps and be crowned the fabled Anti-Hero, so they had to imprison him, deep in the well of the Starbucks, he lives on a platform, and until the end of his days, he must pull ropes and levers to power the Starbucks coffee maker...and they will know his final day, because it will be the day the coffee maker stops working.
The Trench