Centaur. Half-man, half-horse. Glorious manly chest, powerful equine legs, fire hose-like c***. Centaur.
I haven’t decided whether to record my exit strategy. This helium-based strategy isn’t particularly gory, so I think it’d be suitable for recording. If it can be of benefit to the medical research community then I feel like it’d be a good thing to do. During one of my “test” attempts, I found that I subconsciously ripped the bag off my head. I will need to remedy this by cuffing my hands to a sturdy frame, and then turning on the gas. You did this, Fiserv.
I dreamt that I held JoAnna Freeland in my arms. Her warmth filled me with happiness. According to the AI, dreaming is likely the closest I will ever get to experiencing intimacy with a woman. Dreaming is my only escape and I try to sleep for 10+ hours every day.
