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@Snakee_Dubs. It's all good, I was doing all that as you said about a year ago. Funny thing was my 2 Ex girlfriend wanted to chat with me on FB after, which i knew both of them knew my ex wife, so i didn't say much to them.

1. Perhaps in a dream you awake to hear [insert chosen deity here] ask you to go into another dimension to save a small child from pain. Said deity says "I will reward you with one wish of any variety" and that you can take three people with you to help. Who do you take with you? No one. I fly solo on these sorts of missions because of the risks involved. Less people to be responsible for. 2. To embark on this mission, you have to get into some shape, how many push ups can you do? Lol. Not even one anymore. My shoulders are too greatly damaged. I can do a plank for a minute though. 3. How long would it take you to run a mile? Right now? Probably about 12 minutes considering my knees are fucked. 4. Can you lift at least your own weight? No. Not anymore. 5. Can you swim? Yes. I am a strong swimmer at least.

About to start reading and hopefully finishing Call of the night over the next few days. Loved the vibe of the anime and I've heard it only gets better from there in the manga

https://youtu.be/BVX_lymUbTY?si=v3uE202TnqAN0QPi This abortion commercial is hilarious. Lol I would howl if I saw that in public for the first time.

As a narcissist I think life would be easier if I didn't have to keep up with others hearts. My whole life for the past 5 years was just me learning anything I could to keep up with others hearts. The heart produces such beauty. But, for some reason mine never developed properly. So, I'm left as a obsessed admirer of the grandest of dances. In my face over and over I get to watch and understand that many dance so beautifully but no matter how much I teach myself invigorated by such blinding beauty I can't seem to dance the same dance. I live fully encompassed by such unnerving & offensive horror. That such a dance may not be meant for me. But, it's to late as I'm already on the floor entangled in the many dances of life. I dare not dance my dance. It is but a crude rendition of the beauty I've witnessed. Nevertheless, I try to copy the moves to make myself appear more beautiful than I am. Desperately trying to hide the fact that I am not beautiful enough to even be on this floor. Forced to ceaselessly play a game before every dance between myself and illusions to discover the best moves to perform when the music starts. But, dejected I am at how the game crumbles upon having to match a beat. In no time I'm out of moves with no signal from my heart. Cursed to endlessly chase after my expected place in the dance with full knowledge I can't match it. But, I mustn't stop dancing even if I'm tired less they realize how much I can miss the beat. So I broaden my moves everyday horrifyingly anticipating the speed and the precious nature of the beats to come. I still miss my que and the beat has long since pasted me while I'm still struggling to answer it with a move. Haunted by the echo's of my mistakes. I ponder will I ever know the sweetness of preparedness less I delude myself into a thoughtlessly bold march towards the floor to find what could lie beyond the idea of failure. It is already a barren & dispirited march from the lack of successes. So, forgive me Father. Forgive me Lord for just helplessly watching as my place becomes more and more vacant of attempts. The heart being adequately functional is a very necessary requirement to perform the dance well. How my mind craves to be witness to the speed love enables. How my heart yearns to welcome the sounds unfrightened.

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