so one night I was dreaming and masturbating over the meantal image I had of a girl about my age called Indian Summer then I woke up and realised it was another one of those dreams I have after eating a hunk of cheese when arriving home from drinking beer.I never thought of her ever again after that. - the lucky ficticious bitch on heat eating my seed
hmm well, i didn't know it was possible to make a fragment of your own imagination uncomfortable, but i do now good work there rg
i exist in all of your minds...theres a difference..i am not real...but i do exist within each and everyone of you
Well - you should learn a bit of steering then.I don't exist - I was never anything until I came to Hipforums and assumed a mythical identity - but then I discovered some people wanted to talk personally.Then I realised - it was a bit too real,so I stuffed a fresh pickle up my nose and went back to virtuality