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8/7/2025, 4:07:51 AM
I live in Irvine, California, 14552 Highcrest Circle.
My name is James Hald.
I'm 33 years old.
I don't believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, or in a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my requests are deleted, I'll spam every single one of them on every board.
I can do a thousand now.
After I spam my requests, I backlink every request that wasn't mine.
If anyone calls me out, I mass report them.
Then I take a break to eat some pre-packaged high-fat breakfast.
I return to my computer and insult some artists.
Then I jerk off,
which takes about ten minutes while I goon to furries or actual cp.
I always ignore deliveries that aren't commission quality,
because anything less isn't worth my 16 hour days.
Then I complain, then I report some more posts, followed by a few ban evasions.
There is an idea of a James Hald.
Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity-- something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze...
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
I simply am not there.
My name is James Hald.
I'm 33 years old.
I don't believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, or in a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my requests are deleted, I'll spam every single one of them on every board.
I can do a thousand now.
After I spam my requests, I backlink every request that wasn't mine.
If anyone calls me out, I mass report them.
Then I take a break to eat some pre-packaged high-fat breakfast.
I return to my computer and insult some artists.
Then I jerk off,
which takes about ten minutes while I goon to furries or actual cp.
I always ignore deliveries that aren't commission quality,
because anything less isn't worth my 16 hour days.
Then I complain, then I report some more posts, followed by a few ban evasions.
There is an idea of a James Hald.
Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity-- something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze...
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
I simply am not there.
8/6/2025, 5:14:17 AM
I live in Irvie, California, 14552 Highcrest Circle.
My name is James Hald.
I'm 33 years old.
I don't believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, or in a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my requests are deleted, I'll spam every single one of them on every board.
I can do a thousand now.
After I spam my requests, I backlink every request that wasn't mine.
If anyone calls me out, I mass report them.
Then I take a break to eat some pre-packaged high-fat breakfast.
I return to my computer and insult some artists.
Then I jerk off,
which takes about ten minutes while I goon to furries or actual cp.
I always ignore deliveries that aren't commission quality,
because anything less isn't worth my 16 hour days.
Then I complain, then I report some more posts, followed by a few ban evasions.
There is an idea of a James Hald.
Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity-- something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze...
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
I simply am not there.
My name is James Hald.
I'm 33 years old.
I don't believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, or in a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my requests are deleted, I'll spam every single one of them on every board.
I can do a thousand now.
After I spam my requests, I backlink every request that wasn't mine.
If anyone calls me out, I mass report them.
Then I take a break to eat some pre-packaged high-fat breakfast.
I return to my computer and insult some artists.
Then I jerk off,
which takes about ten minutes while I goon to furries or actual cp.
I always ignore deliveries that aren't commission quality,
because anything less isn't worth my 16 hour days.
Then I complain, then I report some more posts, followed by a few ban evasions.
There is an idea of a James Hald.
Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity-- something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze...
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
I simply am not there.
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