I confess that today I am going to ruin a bunch of Easter dinners! I will spread infinite chaos throughout the community! HAHA!

I confess that I have been in hiding.

Building up my power to now infinite levels.

Me and my brother, Kim Jong Un are now going to conquer the rest of the earth.

We will destroy everybody who gets in our way.

You will all bow down to us!

We are unstoppable!

We have already found a way to destroy all our enemies.

Putin and Trump will tremble before us.

Nobody can stop us!

AHAHAHAHAHA!

make infinite life

I can't. I can't even make a single friend. Fuck me. I'm gonna be alone forever, aren't I? I peaked in the fucking third grade. I'm worthless, god damn it. I'm a failure through and through. Why should I even try? Why bother existing? No one will fucking care. I've lived a perfect, sheltered little life, I have no fucking excuses for being the failure I am. Why try? Why fucking try?? I hate being alive. I have no purpose, I have no fucking passion or drive. I'm just an empty shell living from day to day until something bad enough happens that I stop trying. I can't talk to anyone. I'm severed from the human race, and the human race doesn't want me back. There's nothing I can do, and if there was I wouldn't be able to build up the effort to do it. I'm a lazy piece of shit that can't even be lazy right. I scream into the void, hoping against hope that the void might respond in some infinitesimal way. God, just end me already. Send me to Hell where I belong, or the infinite nothingness and blackness of nonexistence. There is no coming back for me, not anymore. The time for that is long past. Thank you for listening void. I take my leave, in the hopes of falling into the nothingness soon.

I am the most weirdest person in the world like i have a fantasy dream of mines is i imagine where there a unlimited infinite girls and unlimited infinite planet earths so there could be alway new girls in this world even i imagine there are unlimited infinite vortexes to etc

everyone says the 80s were so great, yet back then everyone had this mentality of getting breast implants and here we are 20-30 years later and naturally slim girls have become infinitely more popular with the success of the Girls Gone Wild series and along with that made the ability of TRAPS to become more successful since they not long have to get horrible implants to feel accepted.

Jill was 42 then and stunningly attractive. She's 5'6" and weighs about 120 lbs. She's the mother of two grown children and seems to have retained, if not improved the figure of her youth. I've always considered her best feature to be her beautiful legs but she also sports a magnificent pair of 38 D's with large areolas and large succulent nipples. She has always been proud of her figure and has made a habit of tastefully showing it off. The sight of her long tan legs in a short skirt topped by those bountiful bouncing boobs is nothing less that salacious. She still turns heads wherever she goes. Men hit on her all the time and she is always flattered and gracious, even in response to the crudest approach.

On the big day, a Saturday, she went to the grocery store right after lunch to pick up a few things for the weekend. Her husband was out of town on business but she expected him home Sunday evening. She was wearing a short pleated skirt that fell about six inches above the knee, garter and hose, high black heels, and a tight stretch top without a bra. I should stress here that despite my description of her appearance she has the class and beauty to dress this way and still not look the slightest bit slutty. I can assure you that she was arousing plenty of attention, but most of her admirers took nothing more than a discreet look. One was a little bolder. Jill realized that a young Hispanic man was discretely following her around the store and she decided to have a little fun with him. When she caught him looking out of the corner of her eye she'd make a point of bending over a display case, and once, when he was behind her, she dropped something on the floor and bent over from the waist granting him, no doubt, a pretty good view of her stocking tops and garter.

He kept his distance in the store but caught up to her in the parking lot. She was not frightened because guys have hit on her frequently throughout her marriage and all of them had accepted her polite rejections. The young man introduced himself as Rudy and complimented her effusively on her appearance. Jill was flattered as usual, and as usual polite. He helped her with her groceries and asked her if she would go out with him and she responded that she might have taken him up on his offer if she wasn't happily married, but her husband frowned on her dating other men. He couldn't be brushed off so easily though, and assured her that her husband need not know. She again politely declined his offer and he seemed to accept his defeat graciously.

Jill had no idea that Rudy had followed her home from the parking lot until he walked into her garage while she was unloading groceries. He had parked his car around the block out of sight. Startled, she calmly asked him what he was doing there and told him he had to leave. She didn't get scared until he pushed the button to close the garage door and pulled out a knife.

We live in a perilous world, a dangerous environment. Watch television news or read your daily newspaper and you are subjected to a daily diet of robberies, rapes, riots, murders, fires, earthquakes, floods and famines.

Do you find yourself becoming disturbed by what is happening around you? Do you feel helpless, unable to control these events? Do you even sometimes feel afraid?

L. Ron Hubbard dissected this phenomenon of the dangerous environment, providing methods that will not only help you overcome your fears, but allow you to help others. Applied on a broad scale, this information brings about an enormous calming influence and enables people to lead happier lives. Used on an individual scale—by you—it will enhance the lives of your family, friends and associates.

Scientology is a twenty-first-century religion. It comprises a vast body of knowledge extending from certain fundamental truths, and prime among those truths: Man is a spiritual being endowed with abilities well beyond those which he normally envisions. He is not only able to solve his own problems, accomplish his goals and gain lasting happiness, but he can achieve new states of awareness he may never have dreamed possible.

In one form or another, all great religions have held the hope of spiritual freedom—a condition free of material limitations and misery. The question has always been, however, how does one reach such a state, particularly while still living amidst a frantic and often overwhelming society?

Although modern life seems to pose an infinitely complex array of problems, Scientology maintains that the solutions to those problems are basically simple and within every man's reach. Difficulties with communication and interpersonal relationships, nagging insecurities, self-doubt and despair—each man innately possesses the potential to be free of these and many other concerns.

Scientology offers a pathway to greater freedom.

Infinite sex!

For some unknown reason my last post of these girls was taken down. I guess I will take the liberty of reposting this. I am pretty sure the admins, in all their infinite wisdom, believe these two are underage. Well they are not. They are both over the age of 18 and in college. Hopefully becoming complete cock sluts.

I have infinite power running through my veins!

Don’t ever be afraid to breed me, large or small I want it all. I want my hungry little kitty cat dripping with your milk, feed her. I want a never ending line of infinite hard cocks perpetually feeding my body what it desperately needs, cum. Let your semen flow deep inside me, I need you. I don’t care what you look like, you’re all gods, creators, impregnators.

Make my belly swell and my tits lactate, I beg of you. My pussy is grieving, needing the seed only you can provide. Fill me, fuck me, make me flow with your sweet nectar. Each drop of your precious essence fuels my desire. Drain nuts completely inside of my tight little ovulating baby maker. With every eruption of your hardness within me, I’ll plead for more. Get back in line! My ovaries are waiting, anticipating, thirsting, and demanding the seed only you can provide.