Mike
8/16/2025, 9:46:30 PM
No.82204886
I'm down to game if anyone wants to. I enjoy co-op games.
FromSunToMoon
Mike
8/8/2025, 7:55:08 AM
No.82114639
What part of our connection makes you feel like slipping into my voice?
Mike
8/7/2025, 4:28:26 PM
No.82107492
>>82107344
Hypnopompic and hypnogogic activity. I have that as well. Edgar Allen poe also had this btw.
>>82107123
Could be manifestation reflections/quantum leaps to realities that respond to your question. If it's this then you are focused on the wrong thing and traversing where you don't want to be.
If it's a god thing, then if is either communication of guidance, reassurance, or letting demons taunt/mock to test you if you give in or tempt sin. If it is this then do what you can to make the good decisions and say our father and st. Michael prayers when you feel you need protection and reassurance. Stay away from divination methods like tarot and shuffling music. Abstain from porn and such. Dwell in your desires instead.
https://youtu.be/ausyK1aQWXY?si=juX8WJ3mjewG1uRs
Mike
8/6/2025, 3:52:22 AM
No.82092007
To the fagot who said I was not a good writer, here's an excerpt from my book I've been writing. It's horror sci-fi.
You would think the gunfire would drown out the screams. A shrieking stobe splashed shadows dancing along wall. Faster? With clenched fist I accepted fear, Slower. my heart beat held breath taking the part of a claustrophobic in hysteria, desperate to escape. Is this what we have become? Between the flashes dark danced a silent dream. I shouldn't see them. Please. I can't bear to see them, their skin pulled away torn, turned. Between each flash of gun fire they approached, This still image, a morbid beauty, as blood stained the air in each moment. A grotesque smile,
How could they be laughing. Blood trailing from every orifice. All teeth. My body lurched to the rythym of their dancing form, a tune of dispair. All in a blink, I recognized my sisters, their bodies stripped and torn. Something was wrong with their bodies. Eyes hollow, mouths agape, screaming as the men's bullets ripped through flesh like paper mache. teeth grinding in recollection and echoed their shrieks. No, it wasn't quite a scream that claws it's way out their throats. In place of those cries i can hear hands. Slapping? No, Clapping. Desperate for encore.
The band is back in town.
Mike
7/24/2025, 5:05:34 PM
No.81943526
Maria,
I see all the posts you make to me. It's like you're edging leading up to messaging me.
The best thing I can do is to work on online communication here, I think it leads to you Miss perceiving me. I need to reflect how I really am in real life and show you I am stable and safe.
I still love you. We both made mistakes.
Let's hang out again. Just take it a conversation at a time. I miss you and I know you miss me.
Do you want a game or watch a movie?
Mike
