The reason why fakecels come here, I think, is that they are literally entertained by our thoughts. And that's probably the most interesting thing about us. Our pure thoughts are entertaining to people that aren't ugly.
They must love thoughts, the purity of it -- like catnip. It feeds their soul for some reason. When they can have sex, our thoughts stimulate them so much that sex doesn't matter as much. But of all the thoughts they could read, they read ours-- is it for lack of a better choice. The lifefuel here is that no, it's logically impossible, because there's so much other shit they could read, better professional thoughts. But they want amateur thoughts, from ugly people they look down upon. And maybe you get a laugh. But they waste their time and energy because ultimately, our thoughts at least don't bore them like the real lives they have, that we covet with envy.
Who knew they had some empathy?
They must love thoughts, the purity of it -- like catnip. It feeds their soul for some reason. When they can have sex, our thoughts stimulate them so much that sex doesn't matter as much. But of all the thoughts they could read, they read ours-- is it for lack of a better choice. The lifefuel here is that no, it's logically impossible, because there's so much other shit they could read, better professional thoughts. But they want amateur thoughts, from ugly people they look down upon. And maybe you get a laugh. But they waste their time and energy because ultimately, our thoughts at least don't bore them like the real lives they have, that we covet with envy.
Who knew they had some empathy?
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