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Bob Ross fucking damn it

>>16138

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Why do all the good stories have to die? Im Bumping this. Would any anon care to continue this please?

Wow. I'm amazed this story is still up on here.

I don't know if anyone cares anymore, but hi, I'm Death By Snu Snu. Yes, I am in fact the original author of this story. It's been a long time.

Before I get anyones hopes up, no I don't plan to continue this story. But reading through these old comments I saw that a lot of people really liked this old bit of smut so I thought id offer up an explanation for why I abandoned it.

I never intended to abandon this story, or any of the non-erotic stories I posted on other sites. Updates would have been slow since I was a busy college student at the time, but I always intended to continue when I had time.

That is until I got myself arrested (marijuana possession if you must know). I spent a month in jail, got kicked out of college, my life kinda fell apart for a while. And by the time I got my feet back under me I had honestly forgotten about this story, but even if I hadnt I just didnt have time to write at all for a few years.

It wasn't until very recently that I found the old files for this story on an old flash drive I forgot about, so I came back to 7chan for the first time in almost a decade and found this thread still active. I don't know if anyone who read this back in the day is still here, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry for leaving you hanging.

As I said, I don't plan to continue this. This story is a distant memory for me now, and I haven't written anything, erotic or otherwise, in years. That being said I have been wanting to try my hand at writing again. Dont know if it would be erotic or not, but maybe I'll post something new here eventually. Maybe.

But anyway, for anyone who might care, I just wanted to say thanks for all the praise and support you gave this story all those years ago.
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>>27300
this is to this day my favorite story on here

>>2576

Yeah, I've seen a video of a cop who stops a white 17 year male over about 10:30 at night
Driving from church mid week
Cop ends up pulling him out of the car
And while the kid is on the ground shoots him repeatedly

What's your point?

Womens raped police, how does the Dead Kennedy's song Police Truck go again, remind me

If you want to go ape the cops and call it anarchy, that's on you
If it gets you killed, it doesn't mean I'll believe in evolution or whatever you were told to believe in either

Hmmm.... Going to do in someone else's wars, where have I heard that before.
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>>2576
proof or it didnt happen

>>2577
link video or you are liar

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>>15267
>ignores the part where Jesus says belief in him is not just critical but REQUIRED for salvation
>is a nigger
>spams board

Fuck you, angels will joy in your death

I don't think logic can meta itself. While it's integral part of reality, it cannot encopass itself and beyond while still operating within itself.

In other words, I don't think it makes sense to ask a question like that.

The answer is blowing in the wind though so it's fine to ask, but just listen and instead of a question - you have an answer.

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>>15220
To find out life for ourselves

Thomas Miller was known blackguard and reprobate, good riddance.

>>841906
I understand how you feel, but I think you should consider that you are an addict saying this.

I am also an addict. I abuse alcohol regularly, and marijuana whenever possible, but I got off the hard shit and nicotine several decades ago.

If we were not addicts, maintaining a weed habit might not be such a risk. Indeed, I find that these days I can stay on weed and off alcohol pretty easily.

Alcohol is bad shit that makes people do stupid shit

Weed is not good for you, but the dumbest thing you will end up doing on it is spacing out instead of going to work, and it's pretty easy to put it down--even for an addict like me.

I know it isn't for everybody, and it doesn't fix anything (unless you need the munchies to get over the nausea and lack of appetite your cancer meds give you), but it can do wonders for a few people and comes with far fewer health risks than legal drugs like alcohol, nicotine, and caffine--especially if you have alternatives to smoking it available.

>>842007
I don't understand how either of you feel, because alcohol has always been the shittiest drug one can get their hands on apart maybe for dph and non-powder dxm and the latter is arguably still better even in syzurp form. Fuck you for choosing the worst drug out there that basically just checks you out of life and gives you nothing in return but retardation. I have more respect for the kids who decided to go to eiriel to never return, hell more respect to those 300/300 tripping every weekend till they ruined their brain and their life forever, at least they didn't ruin it for pure bullshit, boringness and strawberryness. Drunk people are pure shit, sorry guys, I truly am sorry you were born without the net, but if you had it then I hate you even more for not choosing to exercise it.. go to AA and fuck outta here. Or join fightclub idc, I guess just die somewhere in a ditch like the rest of your brothers of bottle. The bottle robs you of spirit and by extension you rob everyone around you of life just as much as it robs you. I hope you are at least alone and not inflicting the consequences of this disease on any others.

>>842010

So the massive amount of acid I took, as I did not really knowing about depression and manic depression was just a Hendrix song and took at as an
anti-depression along with thousands of Mushrooms.
Would lead to think I might not be as big waste of food as you thought.

marijuana cut with I don't know what, just found out many years later that it happened across my home city.
Caused the brain function problems, not acid or mushrooms.

Cut drugs, legal alcohol both problems, for myself I can have a safe time with alcohol. If you abuse any drug are screwed. Buying street drugs adds another big risk.

fuck it, just don't sign in

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A hazy stream of twilight spilled into the siblings’ room, bathing the young woman sleeping in the bottom bunk in a yellowish sheen. She yawned, sitting up and stretching as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Making her way to the closet, she noted the unsettling silence in her bedroom, an extremely uncommon occurrence over the past 3 years, and donned her technically-government-mandated school uniform; a dark navy-blue polo shirt and a 22-inch khaki skirt. She absolutely abhorred her school’s dress code, but unfortunately, she didn’t have many other options, especially considering the degenerate-infested shithole she and her family inhabited. After spending about half an hour applying her makeup she cast a sidelong glance at the top bunk, almost worried by the utter stillness she noticed, so much so that she took it upon herself to check up on the boy. “Hey Jess, you up?” she began, palming one of the rungs of the ladder up to the boy’s bed, “You should hurry up and get dressed, I’ll walk you to the bus stop on my way t–” the words died on her lips when she saw the empty bed. “God dammit,” she muttered.

Jessie stood at the bus stop at the end of Calhoun street, his backpack slung over his shoulders as he scratched and picked at the hem of his tattered and dirty jacket, a thin layer of unspeakable fluid congealed around the child’s sleeves and emitting a rather odd odor. He stood and waited, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and check the time; 6:54 A.M. The prepubescent despised waking up so early, but it was the only way he could ensure that his sister wouldn't be around to disturb him, or at least wouldn't have the time to. Alice would be getting dressed right about now, leaving the house by 7:15 if she wanted to make it to school by 8, which gave Jessie plenty of time to get home, eat breakfast, take a quick shower, and maybe even watch some cartoons before he had to be at school come 9. He sat on a nearby bench, swiping through his phone before hovering over the .mp3 he'd recorded the night before. Fishing his earbuds out of his backpack, the young child plugged them in and opened the file, grimacing as he was assaulted with the sounds of his mother’s yelling followed by Alice’s shrill retorts. He listened for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the children’s bedroom door slamming followed by the muffled hiss of the local route R42 bus’s brakes as it came to a stop, its doors opening and what looked like a horribly confused and drunken homeless woman shambling out before stumbling off down the street. Jessie sighed, taking note of the time once again – 7:07 – before making his way back home. On days like today he'd taken to leaving home early and travelling about half a mile away to one of the city’s seedier (relatively speaking) neighborhoods so he could avoid dealing with his sister’s post-playtime affections.

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>>25846
>A hazy stream of twilight spilled into the siblings’ room, bathing the young woman sleeping in the bottom bunk in a yellowish sheen. She yawned, sitting up and stretching as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Making her way to the closet, she noted the unsettling silence in her bedroom, an extremely uncommon occurrence over the past 3 years, and donned her technically-government-mandated school uniform; a dark navy-blue polo shirt and a 22-inch khaki skirt. She absolutely abhorred her school’s dress code, but unfortunately, she didn’t have many other options, especially considering the degenerate-infested shithole she and her family inhabited. After spending about half an hour applying her makeup she cast a sidelong glance at the top bunk, almost worried by the utter stillness she noticed, so much so that she took it upon herself to check up on the boy. “Hey Jess, you up?” she began, palming one of the rungs of the ladder up to the boy’s bed, “You should hurry up and get dressed, I’ll walk you to the bus stop on my way t–” the words died on her lips when she saw the empty bed. “God dammit,” she muttered.

>Jessie stood at the bus stop at the end of Calhoun street, his backpack slung over his shoulders as he scratched and picked at the hem of his tattered and dirty jacket, a thin layer of unspeakable fluid congealed around the child’s sleeves and emitting a rather odd odor. He stood and waited, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and check the time; 6:54 A.M. The prepubescent despised waking up so early, but it was the only way he could ensure that his sister wouldn't be around to disturb him, or at least wouldn't have the time to. Alice would be getting dressed right about now, leaving the house by 7:15 if she wanted to make it to school by 8, which gave Jessie plenty of time to get home, eat breakfast, take a quick shower, and maybe even watch some cartoons before he had to be at school come 9. He sat on a nearby bench, swiping through his phone before hovering over the .mp3 he'd recorded the night before. Fishing his earbuds out of his backpack, the young child plugged them in and opened the file, grimacing as he was assaulted with the sounds of his mother’s yelling followed by Alice’s shrill retorts. He listened for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the children’s bedroom door slamming followed by the muffled hiss of the local route R42 bus’s brakes as it came to a stop, its doors opening and what looked like a horribly confused and drunken homeless woman shambling out before stumbling off down the street. Jessie sighed, taking note of the time once again – 7:07 – before making his way back home. On days like today he'd taken to leaving home early and travelling about half a mile away to one of Message too long. Click here to view the full text.