Imaginary questions nobody asked of me, an incomplete compendium.
mircea_popescu: but since we're doing flavours, here's a bit of flavour : this certain slut's not been allowed to cum for a long time now, i won't get into the details. as i'm running out of unpleasant things to make her do to herself (btw, ever had a girl rub salt in her snatch ?), she got ordered to buy some nice thick candles ("you got candles ?" "you mean like tealights ?") and deepthroat them while dripping wax on her snatch and rubbing it out.
mircea_popescu: guess what happened ?
mircea_popescu: you're supposed to guess what happened!
asciilifeform: http://btcbase.org/log/2017-01-03#1595615 << prolly this
a111: Logged on 2017-01-03 18:09 asciilifeform: 'Вот царевна под замком / стонет сизым голубком, / слезы тяжкие роняет, / за свечой свечу вставляет... / Извела уж сто свечей, / а ничуть не легче ей.'
mircea_popescu: ~power went out~
mircea_popescu: you get me, misfortunate slut trying to escape the banana republic ? lives in one of the top 10 "majorest urban centers" in that decrepit shithole.i
mircea_popescu: there she is, rubbing herself by candle light like a god damned monkey.
mircea_popescu: if she didn't have me, she'd be actually in the dark.
mircea_popescu: how'd you like that FUCKING FLAVOUR ?
mircea_popescu: the foregoing is strictly and absolutely true, by the way, not a stitch of fabrication (on either the story or the slut involved, for that matter).
But MP, why would you do such things ?!
Because painful and degrading treatments are the stuff of Heaven for a young woman in love. Besides, she'll benefit immensely from the rappelii when she won't be young anymore, also.
Wait, she's in love ?
With you ?!
But how is it possible for her to be in love with you when you have her do such things to herself!
What do you mean how ? That's what love is. What did you think love was ?
You know, when two people mutually consent to honor and cherish each other until death do they part.
You don't agree ?
There's nothing there to fucking agree with! It's nonsense of the ilk of "Supermann would totally beat Spidermann, don't you agree ?". No, I don't agree, and what's with all the -mann ?
But if you treat her badly...
I don't treat her badly.
But if you make her hurt herself and humiliate herself, isn't this proof you don't love her ?
I don't love her. She loves me. What the fuck.
She loves you but you don't love her ?
But isn't that very very sad ?
No lol. Why the fuck would it be sad ?
It said so in a song I heard on the radio sometime.
Yes, well, that radio probably also said "Smoke Camels". You didn't actually felate ungulates because of that. Did you ?
No, though I did pick up smoking... So loving someone who doesn't love you backiii isn't sad ?
No dude, it's great. It's by far the absolute best thing that can happen to a young woman. If she manages to fall desperately in love with a great, powerful man, and if she's lucky enough for him to notice her enough to use her... that's the whole nine yards! There's nothing better, nor is there anything more she could be doing with herself. When she was 18 months old she was supposed to master walking, when she was 7 years old she was supposed to master the alphabet, and at some point before she turns thirty or twenty-five or whatever arbitrary number she's supposed to find a great man to worship at the feet of.
What if she doesn't ?
Then she sucks.
But maybe she's an strong independent womens ?
What, like a "domme" ?
What if she goes to college ?
What college, the Colgate-Wykeham College of nothing in particular ? Spare me, if she's not managed to find her god she's not managed anything, she's wasting her time an' her life's forfeit. There really isn't anything more than this.
Seriously now, this is it, the whole enchilada ; even exceptional competence pales in its light.
- That pretend-sovereign / criminal org. [↩]
- Yes, the immunology/vaccinology item, exactly. If you can't process this plain truth any other way (which is to say -- if the ball of hallucinated strange inside your skull can't come to terms with this particular edge of reality in any other manner), think of it as vaccination against stupid-old-womanhood.
Because that's exactly how the happy-go-lucky promising young slut of Wellesley turns into Pantsuited Hilarity. Can you conceive of sadder waste ? [↩]
- "Back", you know ? "Back".
Like every other christian idiocy. [↩]