Good day my friendcels,
This is a message written (tentatively) on behalf of Mark "Puggy" Epstein. Yes, fortunately, Mark is still with us. And he affectionately goes by his nickname, Puggy. Mark's older brother was, of course, the late great Jeffrey "Jeffy" Edward Epstein (PBUH). I created my .is profile today after having a dream last night that Mark wanted me to create this page in his older brother's honor.
I have been a longtime scroller of .is and wanted to impart my perspective. On this note, you have to recognize that Jeffy was the big brother we all wish we had. If he was our big brother by blood, like he was to Mark, Jeffy would have supplied us with a prime aged stacy too. We would have grown up in abundance, and not the scarcity that defines our lives today.
I wanted to open the floor to allow you guys to continue to lay tribute to Jeffy. First, we might begin by discussing our favorite memories of Jeffy. If you do not have a primary source memory, you can mention a memory you had in a dream. Dreams are crucial to activating a higher consciousness. After all, great figures of the past based their philosphies on dreams. These figures include the late Martin Luther King (a heightcel who had a dream of defiling prime aged white stacies), as well as Candace Owens (an African foid who currently communicates with the tallfag, Charlie Kirkstein, through her dreams).
Anyhow, my memory of Jeffy indeed comes from a dream I had a few days ago. I recall Jeffy inviting me to his island for the first time, and telling me this: "You don't have to worry about your height anymore, little bro. I am here to help you ascend with a prime aged stacy." Jeffy then led me to his master bedroom, where a pale, cute 5 foot 11 blond-haired schoolgirl was waiting for me on the couch. For hours, we watched my favorite show, 'Two and a Half Men', together. She held me close and we laughed together in a warm embrace. We made slow, passionate love thereafter. I fell asleep in my dream (dreamception), and when I woke up, she had my favorite breakfast: chocolate pancakes with strawberry and banana, ready for me. Then, I finally woke up from my dream, and realized it was all in my head. I cried profusely. However, it has been the promise of potentially continuing this dream another night that has kept me going in my endeavors.
This is a message written (tentatively) on behalf of Mark "Puggy" Epstein. Yes, fortunately, Mark is still with us. And he affectionately goes by his nickname, Puggy. Mark's older brother was, of course, the late great Jeffrey "Jeffy" Edward Epstein (PBUH). I created my .is profile today after having a dream last night that Mark wanted me to create this page in his older brother's honor.
I have been a longtime scroller of .is and wanted to impart my perspective. On this note, you have to recognize that Jeffy was the big brother we all wish we had. If he was our big brother by blood, like he was to Mark, Jeffy would have supplied us with a prime aged stacy too. We would have grown up in abundance, and not the scarcity that defines our lives today.
I wanted to open the floor to allow you guys to continue to lay tribute to Jeffy. First, we might begin by discussing our favorite memories of Jeffy. If you do not have a primary source memory, you can mention a memory you had in a dream. Dreams are crucial to activating a higher consciousness. After all, great figures of the past based their philosphies on dreams. These figures include the late Martin Luther King (a heightcel who had a dream of defiling prime aged white stacies), as well as Candace Owens (an African foid who currently communicates with the tallfag, Charlie Kirkstein, through her dreams).
Anyhow, my memory of Jeffy indeed comes from a dream I had a few days ago. I recall Jeffy inviting me to his island for the first time, and telling me this: "You don't have to worry about your height anymore, little bro. I am here to help you ascend with a prime aged stacy." Jeffy then led me to his master bedroom, where a pale, cute 5 foot 11 blond-haired schoolgirl was waiting for me on the couch. For hours, we watched my favorite show, 'Two and a Half Men', together. She held me close and we laughed together in a warm embrace. We made slow, passionate love thereafter. I fell asleep in my dream (dreamception), and when I woke up, she had my favorite breakfast: chocolate pancakes with strawberry and banana, ready for me. Then, I finally woke up from my dream, and realized it was all in my head. I cried profusely. However, it has been the promise of potentially continuing this dream another night that has kept me going in my endeavors.
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, have you been doing that for long? I usually listen to music for an hour or two before falling asleep but sometimes I watch videos and fall asleep while watching them, I'm so used to hearing constant sound that I can't sleep without it.
