Please explain these fantasies in more detail so we can ascertain whether they are indeed irreconcilable.
It gives me an anxiety attack to describe in its purest without analytical filtration but basically I'm just warm for some sort of "look at me, I'm a big tranny surrogate mumma, you're being subjugated as..." and this is why I have to explain seaottering and the ABA, AB and forced hom imposition fetish. Being cooed, both verbally, sensually and even pharmaceutically, means impartative cues by a semi-royal Celt from a psychoanalyst line, and yeah, yeah, "blah, blah I'm working class aspirstionalist", would probably not even go anything but missed by a highly drugged Chrissy and then he's lead into a comfortable prison by the tranny community collectively deceiving him, well it's all just me not quite coming or going to solid conclusion as to the presently unforetold of why my mother appears to be cryptically dead and upheld as a myth? That's the present psychoanalytical confluent and basically would be the only charm-worker in getting Cuntster, darest she show up, what she wants, and God knows if she ever will...
I miss the reprobational deviation-aversive in a manner of speaking... I mean with respect to Scot by-law custom on conduct, class-character, etc. with the first thing btw. I hate my own country for making these delusions we uphold cultural canvii this way effectively and my only real hope for release from this trap is if a Bodyguard comes from the bravehearter of Connor herself or a suitable equivalent, now, God knows whether this'll ever happen...
The sea otter metaphor is as on the tin; you're being sunkenly bobbed to homeopathic vestiges femininistically....
In fact I am starting to tear at some of the more egregious genocidal and stratocidal die-off from even some of the smarter of the temnentially "inferior" classes I used to actively lend to my disdain and derision, and now transpositively fading focussingly inwards is how much of a world even to the base autismality of it's recognizability let alone the importance of historical reserve and shared experience has transmuted to muting. I can hardly go a moment without wanting bossomingly to greet with horrendously jarring coarseness about why the hell everything in its entirety even if possibly returning one day can't restore remote ecclesiastiaeity with respect to the poorer Aspergians expressing their raw self-enspiritment either through death, detemnentiatory talent loss from any degeneration of choiceless manner "abusively" overrecognised yet underrrcognised in that self-blaming manner, or any of the well maintained psychopath children in the responsibility to which we entrust our institution's maintenance not correctly recognised as the true degenerative seed from whence corruption, aggressive misassessment characteristically, and ultimately, cultural decay deterioratively arises...
I've inadvertently retard-canvassed a bunch of undesired roticiousness, but it is intended to be set to a different song, I believe set over Mansudae Street and a few other Central North East Pyongyang estates...
I've gone cold and numb to letting an unmentionable number of certainly grouped people live and its cross into Judaic concentrication is actually unbelievably limited, believe me...
Now, when you're irradiated, when a lot of the processes described in the two videos happen, when you're essentially terroristically tortured, you are undeniably state abandoned regardless the provisions, and believe me, they are kind of impressive for certain Oriental-grade UAEiform imprisonments but only if you're completely fucking delusional enough to confuse living profligately with living like someone of some dignity and solidity in the revered belief that wisdom in taking chance doesn't mean controlling one's reactions ultimately too well for an invalid but only meagrelybenough for the ability of canvas to evade deeper shit...
