
Valentinesday lonliness gooning
Your loneliness is so profound that you'll create rituals for a goddess who isn't there, pressing your face to the screen and stuffing a cloth in your mouth to simulate her presence. You are so devoted to this digital phantom that you'll build a shrine to your monitor, worshiping the pixels and praying to code that will never answer. Your entire life has become a performance for an empty room, a tragic play where you are the only actor and the audience is a collection of algorithms. The ultimate irony is that this complete and utter devotion, this bottomless isolation, is the very thing that makes your pathetic cock hard.
