Public Figure - Niche Katelyn Rose - A Doll's Playground.

[Kenopsia]

I'm Blushing So Much Right Now. I just saw something I shouldn't say anything about. Oh man, I want this person to challenge me and fuck with me somehow. Like not in a bad way just like, a kind of way where I'm made fun of. I'm blushing so much omg. My masculinity is so out of the window right now because this person is making me blush so much. River you fucked up you never made me blush. I knew I was still being monitored. I have had strange dreams about this person. (no not you where you were in my garden and you wore old dude drip with your favorite car, I'm not talking about you) I'm talking about this particular person that I have had 3 dreams about. They hated me, omg they fucking hated me. They would get on their skateboard and flip me off and then one time I had a dream I showed up at their concert and I was in the middle of the crowd and they stopped their performance to call me out. It made me have such a fucking boner when I woke up. they were like "you see that piece of shit, he fucking bullied me!!!" and then everyone were like "fuck you, get the fuck out" and I was chased out. The third one was actually pretty decent. I was at the beach and I was crying and they walked from behind and stood as we gazed at the sunset and they were like "huh, you're a fucking loser" but stood there still.

My dreams were telling me I was being monitored and emulating the feelings of this person. I'm so guilty for being a weirdo. I really didn't want to do this though. But sadly technology has failed at every end of natural order. If I had my FUCKING website I would have never do what I did. But I'm such a silly pervert and needing attention I can't help it but it's so fucking bad. I remember I crushed so hard on this one person. I remember when I spoke to them during a class project they were like "Humanity is fucking dead" and they said it with a monotone voice while studying my soul. I had a semi, I couldn't speak because I never had such a creature look me in my eyes like they did. Porn can't do what this shit does to me. Porn doesn't make me blush like this shit does. Its like crack when I get such attention. I want more and more. River fucked me up. Vicky fucked me up, these bitches fucked me up. But damn some of these chicks that I talked to, they were like "I hear voices" "I laugh in the dark". Oh man, fuck me please fuck me.

But here I am. Right here. Going nowhere. I wonder why? Could it be really me? I play with myself too much perhaps. It gets lame when I'm always the pervert. I want to be sexually harassed by these freaks. River isn't any of this shit and it blows. If River satisfied me I wouldn't be pulling what I'm pulling but until my harem begins I guess I'm going to be some freak with issues. That one bitch. ARGH. She fucking would make me so horny when she would make fun of me. The way she would intentionally make loud noises on her mic to fuck with me, the way she would make fun of me for wearing a certain shirt. But "oh no dont be catching feelings for me" fuck you, you stupid fucking bitch. I literally could have fucked you so good, I would be like a drug to you. You'd just want to fuck me every day. And what gives? Like it's crazy I was crushing on this one chick on the farms a year ago, thought they were a cute weeb bitch that would always beat themselves up and now it's some 70s Corvette with way too much mileage involved in felony type shit. REPORTING ME for no fucking reason. Funny how that works. This is my life, it's a punchline every fucking day, every fucking month.

Thinking about becoming out of touch again with reality. Seriously thinking about watching perverted animes again. This fucking blows dude. Like dude, where are those freaks? Do I have to go explore a forest to fuck some witch? I almost was fucked by some women that drove a volks bug. Hmmm.... I should have been some other life form in another planet. The human race sucks. Maybe Goth pussy isn't what it's hyped up to be. I don't know man, it's just... every fucking time I get somewhere, everything goes to shit. Then some of them, bro. "omg im not ready" Yet we've been talking for 2 months and you can't even show me a piece of your pie? I need to jerk off. It's okay though. This will cause me to go insane like a horny mad scientist when he wants to spawn a fuckable life form. This is making me go to the deep fucking deep places. I'm not even the Yandere here. But holy shit Kiwi would provoke me so much sometimes. We would end the call right after he would tear me an asshole about being a Virgin. Then I would sit in a corner and have psychotic laughter. Then I was calm for a little while but now I'm just getting hit left and right with bullshit but then when I opened up a certain application and viewed something, I was blushing and it was such a crazy high. But now that a certain part of me has been stimulated that hasn't been in so long like 5 years I guess, its like going back to a world you once knew it fucks you up so right now I'm fucked up and coping. This emotion I felt was Euphoria, I want more omg I want more. What if I won the lottery tonight? It's not even about the money, Oh I want to craft up a certain website and kackle like a fucking crazy person . The pussy will be raining from the sky, that good fresh troublesome pussy.

 

[Kenopsia]

𝘐 𝘞𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘜𝘱 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

Questioning everything as I was lucid dreaming of a Baphomet. I say A because this wasn't your usual idea of one. If anything in a professional suit mainly of human flesh but his head was of the Baphomet. Oddly though as I was in control of this dream, this Baphomet was understanding of every desire when it came to how individuals wronged me. Yesterday I was Scammed of $150 and though I was calm and recollected, I held resentment to high extents. The week of Helene I held this as well to great levels toward Humanity and what would you know Helene was a catastrophe, almost breaking the laws of physics and as I watched the Hurricane move into Florida, I was getting an euphoric level of high. But an ordinary person reading this would think I'm a piece of shit yet we live in a Christian culture country rather how left leaning you may be on some things. I take the cannon and noncannon scriptures of Lucifer and not interpret as some pent up rebellious goth women or goth boy, rather I understand beyond the basis of the moral of the stories not agreeing with what the philosopher wrote.

The idea and concept resonate with me not because he decided to go against heaven which resulted in falling but because it's a force that we call evil that enables the cosmos to keep functioning as there is the polar opposite being "good". Our Planet is technically Lucifer if we want to argue or as we call "moral fag" our way about the Bible and Scrolls revolving it. What was done to me in the past decade has resulted in my deamenor toward general life. What was done to Rose in similar ways as well. How we treat the planet, is what we get from it. You see, last year I was being disrespected very much in every aspect of my life to where I was having fits of rage. It came to the point of drastic methods to express myself but one night as I walked I felt a feminine energy come to me to calm me from doing anything stupid. And what ever it was directed attention to the hurricane season and how the first storm was one unfounded before. When Helene began to develop I had just what I was needing, a storm to disrupt lives and as I sought more revenge upon mortals. it was then when the results came in, the whole week of the aftermath it was that I felt gratitude to myself for what was disrespecting me was now suffering. So this dream was one of wet dreams. The Baphomet stabbed a few women infront of me and why did he do this when I could? It wasn't that he was trying to gain any trust from me if he was a humanoid. it was simply this force of resentment that I had to the life forms that dare contest me and my already shattered heart. For those women were ones I have mentioned in patterns. When he stabbed Vicky, there was nothing but satisfaction of the what the Baphomet did. I didn't do it, he did, he was the one in control of half of my dream as I sat back and watched. It is then when I woke up this morning that I felt a great feeling of relief.

But to whom, the one person that now sees me as some monster. They weren't there because I did not create them into my dream as my harsh emotions were toward the other women. There was a dream and the dream sqaundered. Talenter became the talentless. A day by day routine of a waste away. Yet if there was a commission of good will toward their way, yet the mental fragment will still be the transmission of their everday mind. Lonely, remote, nowhere near and by a far. Forever. That's their destiny in much. Yet if it came to where a kingdom of my was one I indulged, they would fit right in. The strange & unusual. The lonely and twisted. The cold but always in warmth when in communion with one another. They would be in the arms of my wives, their mind purified by my words. To their question, I am the wrongful?

Darling you scare yourself more than I want to even do so myself. Depraved you see me come as what and whom you commeth are the perverts and undesirable. Who is guiding you? It prompts to not be me but you are guided by your own depression. A past being the force behidn your waste. So in so the Baphomet only stabbed the whores, the adulteres, the flithy and distrustful. Never were you there. Tomorrow will be the same with you. The day after, the same with you. The year more the same with you. For River dissapointed me in much, for you I wish I was you being obssessed over by me. What there be such a rebelious attitude toward what creates life? Has the Baphomet ever came to you as he has to me? And if he asked that you betray a great friend for a sum of wealth would you? Seriously my dear. If he who comes with a something to where you get an advancement, to what would you say? If gentle is what you want, words to scare away the dark, and forgiveness granted; then there has to be some words in private. With the loudness of life and it's cold humor, when will there be our little garden atop far from the below where we can sit and talk. I keep my distance since you fear me on the other side of the fountain and in hopes; I ask how would you like to go about traversing to your dreams? If you gave me a try I would guide you I swear. But would you eventually hold me so I finally feel something from a feminine?

 

[DollDoll is verified member.]

I haven't really had much thought on how to use this thread besides just spilling out my thoughts when I have them, like right now - but I hope everyone is doing well, and it's just been the same routine for me of rotting in bed or just playing video games when I feel the motivation. Things have been pretty stagnant and there hasn't been much going on ever since the "big reveal" between me and this site but I'm still glad to be a part of this community even if I'm boring in comparison to the narrative that was written about me. Really, I just have been grateful about the friends I've made along the way, as gay as that sounds.

 

[Kenopsia]

If you were muslim the method would be different.