So love has died. It's now about fucking a good-looking face. "My gad, Scotty, who's this Q?"

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Once it was about love. Ugh. Those eyes. The butterflies. The aching pang inside the chest. Ugh. It was wonderful. Then came 2020. The Year the Overlord Rised. Ugh. Goodbye love, hello fucking. Then the women found purpose in their apps. "I don't want a boyfriend! I want only fans!!! Because I am a star!" Ugh, you mean, a whore.

What magnificent pleasure can thou image do. Hope. Lust. Delusion. Purpose?

My gad, Scotty, who is this Q?

 

[Eduardo DOV]

ugh

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

ugh

I know my ughs. But not sure about yours. Clarify this ugh of yours.

 

[bogii]

take me back

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

take me back

Back to.....call of duty black ops zombie thingy?? Ugh. I'm confused.

 

[bogii]

Back to.....call of duty black ops zombie thingy?? Ugh. I'm confused.

how old are you?