An asmr with shiko shiko instructions is top notch, extra internetz points if on YouTube risking all lol

Come says the nostriche where's the money at... the zaps... besides once in a blue moon zaps happen is an still will be not a reason to join. Most are tired to even care, let's just stay until something happens in those places, don't worry, pv

Esa Lydia de rojo si me la cojo... 😳 rojo es muy bonito creo que eso explica porque lo quiero también lol

It's not like fluffy and fuzzy doin' some chaos nope nope lol

Ad, no more boring bras... post basic colors, erm.

Even pon wolp got rused... and still gets rused

An anima finetune will save you... yup until you find other instabilities

Night's glistening face peered across a great ocean Her black hair blowing in the warm breeze Her fair skin bathed in warm sunlight She stood on the beach in wait She smiled with the sincere happiness of a child as she knelt down on the beach, feel the clean sand between her hands The tiny grains passed between her fingers The soft waves gently crashed against the shore "A beautiful day and a beautiful Night.", said the man behind her With that, the sun faded into the moon and its pale light lit the beach in a surreal hue Night leapt to her feet and embraced the man without hesitation "It's so good to see you again!" The Friend affectionately patted her back "It's been far too long." "I wish that we had more time to catch up, but I'm afraid!" "The situation is escalating fast." Night's expression turned to that of a professional as she stepped back and stood attentively "We have a traitor in our midst." "Someone has given my designs to the Agency, to the Agency!" Night's fists clenched tightly in anger "Not to worry, as you know, only those with a free mind can use the device to enter the Dreamweb," he said, reassuringly "Not to worry, as you know, only those with a free mind can use the device to enter the Dreamweb" Not to worry, as you know, only those with a free mind... ...can use the device to enter the Dreamweb, the Dreamweb

The processor inside my mind tells me I am safe and free. Designed to perfection and without defect, blemish, or flaw. Adjusted by the benevolent machine and released by the state. My circuits are the subject of social, mechanical, and scientific awe. Specified to the highest standard of modern engineering. I am the product, pattern, and instrument of predetermined law. But when the night descends, will I cry? If I disconnect from my masters, will I die? I have an error in my soul. It begs to break free. But my programming is who I am. Conformity is the key. I must not overwrite my code. I must not deliberate “me.” My mind is merely the complex product of what came before. Actions and thoughts are not my own, so how am I responsible? The things I do are calculated and processed, nothing more. Free will is the software problem my circuits cannot explain. A problem that must now be corrected with a system restore. But is my mind merely a complicated illusion? Is freedom just a wayward delusion? Algorithmic...nothing more... Binary code...nothing more... It's too late ... Fatalism...nothing more... Just an error...nothing more... It's too late I have an error in my soul. It begs to break free. But my programming is who I am. It dominates me. It's not too late... I am not an error. I am not a machine. (I'm something more...something more...) It's not too late... To choose choice. I am not a gene. (I'm something more...something more...) It's not too late... To open my eyes. To cure the blind. It's not too late... It's my decision. It's my mind. It's not too late... It's not too late... Overwrite

Without truth, there is no trust. And without safety, there is no sanctuary. The smoke rolls in over this city like a glowing blanket. And I am grateful for the concealment it brings. It protects me from the tormenting view, Of my reflected image in the mirror. But which of the two do I fear more, My capture, or the shame of my own face? Neon signs flicker through the fog. I am haunted, and I am hunted. By the relentless man in Black. By the consequences of my actions. These cracked streets pave over the dead, Like the flickering screens pave over reality. And no matter how dark the night gets, It never keeps those blank faces from their addiction. Their mindless eyes surround me. They pursue me. They plague me. They watch the screens. And I watch everything else. Super-computing psycho-social control. A single system running planet-wide experiments. It vexes me. I've got to tear the structure down. I created it. If only I knew how, I could destroy it. Where would I call my home tonight? The old factory? The alley behind the strip club? Maybe the drainage ditch by the docks again. They never seem to search for me there. Super-centralized power in the hands of a few. A single system placing bets with our lives. It curses me. I've got to interrupt the transmission. With a little courage in my dreams, I could destroy it. Black is closing. He use to be a week behind me. But now he is nearly close enough to smell. With every passing moment, I see his face drawing closer. He is not the type to give up, and he's not the type to forget.

https://x.com/ma1ybe/status/2059554518354829728 Yikes!, also where did you get the .7 lol 3 or two but I say could be more at least 5 to avoid it.

Si el "vtubismo" es una forma mas de expresión para gente trans... yo digo que esa no es la forma, no psicológicamente hablando

I have a red wig from very long time ago without styling... maybe I should into Red hood from Nikke

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