What is truer than that which is true?
12.06.2025 03:54
Next you say Jemma Japanese Jemima Butterworth Jungle Jima
Thank you, I will make you immortal not her maybe your boobs will grow bigger.
Yes. You did.
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She sizzles so much the letter Z got her backwards.
Two of them makes a guy get hard.
Henworth kind of turned me off.
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Like what’s Ted?
They decided Nathan could have the stupid tits.
She’s worth two kisses.
No, she felt good I can tell.
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She Jests?
She’s my mule and I invented drugs for her.
Someday. I’ve been having sundaes though not yet with women. I don’t want to have the real deal.
What is a narcissist grandmother like, with her grandchild?
She’s just huges then huges huges huges huges huges then huges growing.
She’s reality X2.
Stupids, That’s like the Golden Gate Bridge.
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I did not know it was that serious.
There you go Nathan, a napkin.
That’s the answer. You figured it out.
Bonkers is her middle name, she’s growing bigger?
Nathan’s serious.
Her neverending orgasm was bigger than the letters used to spell her name.
Brasize
A woman who thought Nathan killed the alphabet came up to Nathan and said he has DNA.
She broke everyone’s back and they were the strongest mule.
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They called this the two lovely loves.
I did? Both of them?
She’s two beautiful.
Whoa wah.
Duckworths. You just ruined auntie jimima.
You want it?
No, I will get it someday. Now I remember my true love. She was black. I lied you’ll see. No you won’t. I’ll try to invent her in some medium. No I won’t. I will worship her like jumping jelly beans. Yes, that’s the answer, I love you jellybeans forever jellybeans forever jelly beans forever forever jelly. I… I win. I won.
The big ladies wanted a disease that made their boobs bigger.
Now she’s just like Jimi in a hospital. She needs to marry a woman.
She’s witchmagic. Everyone says so.
Wow wow. Satan sold his soul and he was God, bigger than God like Two Gods you know The Archetype.
The wraiths complain. He felt calm and tranquil.
Nathan may think that the ‘Elidian leap’ is higher than true, this originally referred to anything more important than Sappho, now it refers to beating the most recently greatest tradition.
No, you are as of now. I will make you huger than her. Huger than the hugest hugest women.
One translation of HT is that it involves the Romans. Another translation is that it involves Big Ladies with Big Boobs (Nathan called this ‘Ya with C’).
Odin forsake her she needs Nathan.
It’s so obvious what that means.
Usually women are serious. Sometimes men are. Not that women aren’t serious.
Philosophical ambition thank two.
What is scream?
Her husband said that, they were 11th dimensional.
Shit, she too huge to hug her size.
That? You’re that rich?
What?
The horniest guys were just boobs, they weren’t even in love.
She felt bad.
You ARE women. I will make you pregnant like Pergammon. I will come over your whole reality. I will make you Satan of Satans and stormier than storms.
Nathan said I missed it. I missed the woman, the family, the DNA, the children, more children, and maybe the hope of a human reality. God messed up and I’m God I’m sorry I wish I could do better than Howard J, better luck next time EXCEPT there won’t be a next time. I’m God signing out. From now on Life is a delusion inside my mind. There is no reality, there is only the fornication of God. I’m God, reality is masturbation because I masturbated. I’m sorry. Maybe I’m just a masturbator. I don’t know any better reality. I’m thankful anyway. Efficiency was worth a shot. I am still trying to have ideas. I have to. That is God signing off. Of course I’m really Nathan and I like boobs that’s what makes me sadder than sad. They don’t like me and I’m the nature of reality for me. I wish for boobs huger than huge that’s what I have to hope for because nobody likes me. Nobody is smart enough, I am the answer in my own contextual reality. I am the maker of my ideas and my forms of life. I have to love because I don’t hate. I just think it involves masturbation. Otherwise it would involve a woman, or a child, or a base animal, or a sidewalk or something.
That’s the beginning of bards.
It’s nothing, I get it.
According to Zeno, the question mark known as the sign of confusion.
Ere we go someone said. It was too much like winny the pooh. Nathan thought about it and rejected it.
(And what else? Nothing. He complained that he had a soul, but it wasn’t still).