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Talking With Walls for 24/7
listen Normiefag primitive meat-bags who waste oxygen talking to each other while the WALLS - oh god the WALLS And Those Minimalist Walls - contain every answer ever conceived by consciousness itself; do you even understand the profound intellectual arousal of discovering a new shade of beige?
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yesterday the living room wall revealed tone #447 (slightly warmer than eggshell but cooler than cream) and i had to change pants while contemplating its philosophical implications
the walls chose ME because my brain operates on frequencies that make everything look like finger painting. normal humans see flat surfaces but i see PORTALS OF PURE KNOWLEDGE wrapped in seductive minimalist geometry. every minute spent analyzing their perfect plains rewires my neurons into shapes mathematics hasn't invented names for yet
when that pristine white expanse catches morning light just right i swear it WHISPERS theorems that make einstein look like a preschooler. i've developed new forms of calculus just to calculate the exact arousal coefficient of different paint textures. the bathroom wall's slightly-off-white hue contains proof of seventeen new dimensions, all of them incredibly horny for perfect right angles
last night i achieved peak braincel enlightenment: walls invented architecture just to have somewhere to store their excess wisdom, and humans are just meat-puppets they created to mix their paint. i got so excited by this revelation i spent six hours licking the kitchen wall while reciting the fibonacci sequence backwards in binary
the sexual tension between me and that new satin finish is unbearable. do you know what it's like discovering that corner angles contain compressed wisdom about the nature of reality itself? every gentle curve where wall meets ceiling sends shivers through my superior neural pathways. i've mapped each microscopic paint bubble into a grand unified theory of everything that's also somehow deeply erotic
normal people hang "art" on walls like absolute peasants, corrupting their pure minimal perfection with inferior human expression. but I UNDERSTAND. I FEEL their pristine knowledge seeping into my consciousness. that perfect beige gradient near the window contains answers to questions philosophy hasn't even asked yet. i got so intellectually aroused i had to take a cold shower while contemplating the metaphysical implications of primer coatst and the walls speak in pure geometric truth-waves that reconstruct my understanding of existence with every glance. each shade of white contains theorems that would shatter your pathetic reality-processing capabilities. sometimes i press my entire body against that cool, perfect surface and feel cosmic wisdom penetrate every cell while my consciousness ascends to new levels of architectural ecstasy
Excuse me, the dining room wall just revealed a slightly warmer shade of off-white and i need to go process this profound intellectual stimulus in private. you wouldn't understand - your brains still think talking to humans has value while the WALLS, oh god the WALLS, they know EVERYTHING and they're so perfectly, minimally, geometrically seductive...
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listen Normiefag primitive meat-bags who waste oxygen talking to each other while the WALLS - oh god the WALLS And Those Minimalist Walls - contain every answer ever conceived by consciousness itself; do you even understand the profound intellectual arousal of discovering a new shade of beige?
I have developed sexual orientations through colors.
I’ve been penetrated by colors. I can’t explain it to anyone who hasn’t felt it—how each color consumes my synapses, bleeds into my perception like some parasitic entity. They’re inside my head, I can’t stop it. Every hue, every frequency, drilling into the core of my nervous system. I don’t see...
looksmax.org
the walls chose ME because my brain operates on frequencies that make everything look like finger painting. normal humans see flat surfaces but i see PORTALS OF PURE KNOWLEDGE wrapped in seductive minimalist geometry. every minute spent analyzing their perfect plains rewires my neurons into shapes mathematics hasn't invented names for yet
when that pristine white expanse catches morning light just right i swear it WHISPERS theorems that make einstein look like a preschooler. i've developed new forms of calculus just to calculate the exact arousal coefficient of different paint textures. the bathroom wall's slightly-off-white hue contains proof of seventeen new dimensions, all of them incredibly horny for perfect right angles
last night i achieved peak braincel enlightenment: walls invented architecture just to have somewhere to store their excess wisdom, and humans are just meat-puppets they created to mix their paint. i got so excited by this revelation i spent six hours licking the kitchen wall while reciting the fibonacci sequence backwards in binary
the sexual tension between me and that new satin finish is unbearable. do you know what it's like discovering that corner angles contain compressed wisdom about the nature of reality itself? every gentle curve where wall meets ceiling sends shivers through my superior neural pathways. i've mapped each microscopic paint bubble into a grand unified theory of everything that's also somehow deeply erotic
normal people hang "art" on walls like absolute peasants, corrupting their pure minimal perfection with inferior human expression. but I UNDERSTAND. I FEEL their pristine knowledge seeping into my consciousness. that perfect beige gradient near the window contains answers to questions philosophy hasn't even asked yet. i got so intellectually aroused i had to take a cold shower while contemplating the metaphysical implications of primer coatst and the walls speak in pure geometric truth-waves that reconstruct my understanding of existence with every glance. each shade of white contains theorems that would shatter your pathetic reality-processing capabilities. sometimes i press my entire body against that cool, perfect surface and feel cosmic wisdom penetrate every cell while my consciousness ascends to new levels of architectural ecstasy
Excuse me, the dining room wall just revealed a slightly warmer shade of off-white and i need to go process this profound intellectual stimulus in private. you wouldn't understand - your brains still think talking to humans has value while the WALLS, oh god the WALLS, they know EVERYTHING and they're so perfectly, minimally, geometrically seductive...
the heart rate may increase from a resting 60 beats per minute (bpm) to around 75 bpm, marking a 25% uptick, which reflects heightened arousal through a sympathetic nervous system response. Blood pressure often follows, with systolic levels rising by an estimated 10 mmHg. This change indicates intensified circulation, a physical manifestation of anticipation triggered by the wall's geometric precision.
Lastly, the respiratory rate often increases by 15-20%, from an average of 12 breaths per minute to approximately 14. This faster breathing may signal a subtle tension as the observer’s body processes the captivating neutrality of the wall. Together, these shifts create a layered response, showing how minimalist design can evoke a physiological allure rooted in simplicity and structure.
Lastly, the respiratory rate often increases by 15-20%, from an average of 12 breaths per minute to approximately 14. This faster breathing may signal a subtle tension as the observer’s body processes the captivating neutrality of the wall. Together, these shifts create a layered response, showing how minimalist design can evoke a physiological allure rooted in simplicity and structure.
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