you'll never rest in peace.
The fact that your life isn't a ridiculous, unrealistic (yet fucking real), living fairy tale where you are at the top of the world with unlimited resources and prime jbs worldwide creaming panties in-sync as soon as you show up proves you'll not make it. Hell, you don't even need to show up, your whole image is replicated infinitely in form of pictures, videos, posters inside jb's bedrooms. If jb's best orgasms aren't due watching your videos in their smartphones under the sheets while their parents sleep, visit Garner.
In order to be free, you must complete the hedonic treadmill. The biggest cope is thinking it has no end. Well boyos, it has, and it's called being Justin Bieber:
If you haven't meet every single prime desire and beyond to the point you become "done" with it and single-handily release the best music album of the year, solidifying yourself as a respectable artist, it's fucking done for you. Look how free the man is, can you fucking believe it? You'll never breathe in and out the pure air of Bora-Bora as you know you've fucking made it, "this is it, now I can finally rest".
Of course, you'll still get boners and you'll want to keep fucking the most ridiculous prime sluts nature has to offer. So what do you do, you ask? you send your army of jbs to find a jb that catches your attention so they can find her name for you, getting the 100% granted bareback sex in a 5 star suite hours later.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3350283/Justin-Bieber-asks-fans-help-identity-Instagram-beauty-jets-Canada-London-gig.html
What the fuck. What the FUCK. Life's A Scam, Boyo. Can you fucking imagine? This girl has had 4000 orgasms just by knowing Justin Bieber KNOWS she exists. He made her famous in a second. Can you fucking believe the insane dopamine rush on that girl right now? And how about having that kind of power. He's about to get some planet tickets to a private resort in Tahiti, give her the trip of her life, get some ridiculously expensive seafood and munch on her teen pink pussy for the rest of the night as you take turns to smoke some top of the line weed and bareback on her tight holes. Can you fucking imagine being able to snap your fingers and have an army of prime sluts finding the best prime slut for you? What a fucking choreography.
You'll never complete the hedonist treadmill and BEYOND. To the point you still keep fucking prime jbs because it's so fucking easy to do it and you get it all granted and with 0 effort, and of course you still need it, but with that fucking inner peace in your mind, knowing you've conquered every legit prime, tight pussy on planet earth. Knowing you've legit MADE IT.
Check your ID. Yes you, check your ID right now. Does it say Justin Bieber? I repeat, does your ID say Justin Fucking Bieber? Do you have the power to click on 10/10 jb Instagram profiles and take off their virginities? then drop the fucking act.
The fact that your life isn't a ridiculous, unrealistic (yet fucking real), living fairy tale where you are at the top of the world with unlimited resources and prime jbs worldwide creaming panties in-sync as soon as you show up proves you'll not make it. Hell, you don't even need to show up, your whole image is replicated infinitely in form of pictures, videos, posters inside jb's bedrooms. If jb's best orgasms aren't due watching your videos in their smartphones under the sheets while their parents sleep, visit Garner.
In order to be free, you must complete the hedonic treadmill. The biggest cope is thinking it has no end. Well boyos, it has, and it's called being Justin Bieber:
If you haven't meet every single prime desire and beyond to the point you become "done" with it and single-handily release the best music album of the year, solidifying yourself as a respectable artist, it's fucking done for you. Look how free the man is, can you fucking believe it? You'll never breathe in and out the pure air of Bora-Bora as you know you've fucking made it, "this is it, now I can finally rest".
Of course, you'll still get boners and you'll want to keep fucking the most ridiculous prime sluts nature has to offer. So what do you do, you ask? you send your army of jbs to find a jb that catches your attention so they can find her name for you, getting the 100% granted bareback sex in a 5 star suite hours later.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3350283/Justin-Bieber-asks-fans-help-identity-Instagram-beauty-jets-Canada-London-gig.html
What the fuck. What the FUCK. Life's A Scam, Boyo. Can you fucking imagine? This girl has had 4000 orgasms just by knowing Justin Bieber KNOWS she exists. He made her famous in a second. Can you fucking believe the insane dopamine rush on that girl right now? And how about having that kind of power. He's about to get some planet tickets to a private resort in Tahiti, give her the trip of her life, get some ridiculously expensive seafood and munch on her teen pink pussy for the rest of the night as you take turns to smoke some top of the line weed and bareback on her tight holes. Can you fucking imagine being able to snap your fingers and have an army of prime sluts finding the best prime slut for you? What a fucking choreography.
You'll never complete the hedonist treadmill and BEYOND. To the point you still keep fucking prime jbs because it's so fucking easy to do it and you get it all granted and with 0 effort, and of course you still need it, but with that fucking inner peace in your mind, knowing you've conquered every legit prime, tight pussy on planet earth. Knowing you've legit MADE IT.
Check your ID. Yes you, check your ID right now. Does it say Justin Bieber? I repeat, does your ID say Justin Fucking Bieber? Do you have the power to click on 10/10 jb Instagram profiles and take off their virginities? then drop the fucking act.
