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Wow! Sorry I offended you SL. I was sincere. I only came up with 2 words and you came up with a bunch that I wish I thought of but you already did.

I think you misunderstood because I ran too much together in one post?

I should have asked you separately your assessment of the scale on the other thread. Sorry this wasn't clear. I get lost in multiple short posts and prefer to combine all together in one post or one thread (but everyone here is the opposite)

P.S. And no I didn't think anyone here was stupid but smart enough to know I'm for real. That's why I "took it for granted" you'd know the difference. Sorry

My long msgs are because it takes me so long to edit, I have to post and edit later. I'm still editing older msg from before.Sorry that's so annoying. My fault.

You will see over time that's just the way I think, in multiple ideas at once.

Learning to edit that will take time. None of this is instant or overnight.

 acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists
paralian - A person who lives near the sea
aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets
dwale - To wander about deliriously
sabaism - The worship of stars
dysphoria - An unwell feeling
aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn
eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome
mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips

 You are wonderful. :)

My agastopia towards Silkthread's luscious lips drove me to the point of bibbling.

To solve this problem I decided to cabotage my closest environment by playing my doodle sack.

It most definitely made me look erinaceous, yet gave me a firman to gabelle the sweat left over from running down her back and landing on my halfpace.

I intended to impignorate the station, but my jentacular hunger took over, as was the usual case in the morning.

Still, my kakorrhaphiophobia took over and I obviously had to be lamprophonous about it.

Being macrosmatic, I simply lingered on her nudiustertian scent from her oxter.

As pauciloquent as I was at the moment, I picked up a quire obstructing a ratoon , put on my salopettes, smoked the tittynope of weed I found in the pockets, run my fingers through my ulotrichous hair and explained to my pack of dogs:

I'm valetudinarian.

I fitted my winklepickers on my feet, xertzed a bottle of rum while noticing that the cards on the table from the previous night's game made an exact yarborough and went into the wild in a zoanthropic state thinking I'm Silkthreads sweat chaser.

 How fucking charming. 

Thank you my sweetie.

Just say STOP, when it becomes a burden between your thighs.

 I have a feeling that as long as I'm repulsed by you- you will never stop.

Clever girl.

Shall we start over then?

I won't blame you for biting your nails, as long as you're considerate towards my inconsiderate indulgences.

Oh shush,

you are still one of my favorites.

Mmmm...

Breasts...

Feeding...

I'm sorry, what were you saying?