As realisation is hit on the head with the promise of happiness turned into dread, with the touch of a keyboard, a characters made. The recipient now believes foundations laid.
But wait, what was that? Was a fantasy sewn? Was a seed in the mind of a debutant grown? Was a promise of love, henceforth happiness known? Or were words just exchanged as psychosis is shown?
To be honest, it’s scary to live on the net. You never quite know all the people you’ve met. So, I ponder a life in a well structured way. Well that’s just not for me, coz I think it’s all gay!
Please stay safe in your dealings with strangers out there. Some people are nice, but most cunts are unfair. They get in your mind and stumble around, they pick and they pick until weakness is found.