I’m am in love with her at the moment, I can’t get enough of her songs.
They’re like pringles (with the ingredient that is addictive being her originality) except less chemically.

You’ve already had intercourse with the girl. The ideal setting for the power of the door, which is a power and control pattern, is right after you’ve had intercourse and you’re in bed with the girl, and at this time hopefully you’ve set up the fact that you’re also the man of her dreams and fulfil her emotional needs. You’re fooling around in bed, you’ve already had a great time, and you go, “sweetheart, what’s that over there?” and you point towards the door. And she’ll say, “well you know, that’s a door, silly.” And you say, “yeah, you know.. I’m a real positive person, but.. I mean, can you imagine.. I mean, you don’t know what can happen from day to day, when you think about it in your mind. I mean, what would happen if I walked out that door and the door closed and as the door closed, it slammed shut, and no matter what you did, you could not open the door and you knew that you would never be able to look into my eyes again and you’d never be able to hear my voice again and you’d never be able to feel my touch again.” Ok, right here is where she starts going, “I don’t like this door business at all.” And at this time you just reassure her.. “ok, alright sweetheart, you’re right. You really shouldn’t think about the door and you really don’t have to think about the door.” So you go back to playing around with her some more. Have some more fun with her, bring her to another orgasm or whatever and say, “you know, a terrible thing happened the other day. My friend was hit by a truck. I mean, it was awful, by the time they got him to hospital he was dead. I can’t believe it, you know? It’s almost as if, it would be a horrible thing you know when you think about..” (point towards the door) “..that no matter even if you were to get that door opened and you were to search, that you could never find me again..” Then she starts freaking out. You calibrate more on that part of, “you will never be able to see me again, you’ll never be able to hear my voice again.”

“You’ll never be able.. all that fun we had together, all those great times we had together, walking along the beach, hand in hand in the moonlight, we would never be able to do those things again and even if you were to open that door, you would search and you could never find.” And she’s at the point where she’s saying, “no no I hate this door. Let’s stop this door now, are you trying to upset me?” And you say, “oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m just saying these are just things that are popping into my mind, ok?” So play around some more. Get her good and nice and hot again, fool around, have a good time with her, joke, and then then get back into the door and say, “you know, God, still you know, about life’s tragedies.. I mean, I just keep on thinking how..” At this point you can already see that this is starting to make her feel uncomfortable. You want to create that sense in her that you can walk out and she’ll feel terrible for the rest of here life. You want to anchor that response. I’ll get up and she’ll say, “well what are you doing?” And I’ll say, “I’m going to the bathroom.” I go up to the bedroom door and slam it. That right there will freak her out. Then I’ll open the door and say, “oh, I’m sorry. You know, I’m sorry, I’m just playing with this door again. You know, you really shouldn’t think about this door now and you really don’t want to think about this door now.”

Having anchored that sense of loss and pain to the door, you can trigger it whenever needed. Whatever negative behavior may come up that you want to stop, the first time you just get up and slam the door. Whether you walk out the door depends on the level of bullshit. On later occasions you can just indicate tbe door in some manner. The example Alex gives: If he’s talking on the phone and getting any crap from her, and he knows the relation of where the door is to her desk, he says, “sweetheart, could you please turn right and take a look at what’s over there..” and that was the end of the bullshit.

this bug eyed bimbo with no lips and a pointy nose like a bird, i dont know maybe she looks more like a praying mantis? or no an ant…yeah something bug eyed anyway…bug eye pointy parrot nose……i bet she can peck away at a tree with her nose and she’d make a big hole in it! Go find a rock to nest under and give birth to your larve you bug eyed cheap bimbo! just like real tequila, she makes me want to BARF. She looks scary. Go away bug eye!

she looks like a flared nosed pitbull country grit predatory jackrabbit vagina talkn’ whore

RYAN LOVES DOG SHIT TACOS WITH BIB SAGETS BUTTERED SAC

Studies had boys/girls age 5-6 listening to recorded babies crying; they were able to turn it off Boys could not stand it Turned it off Girls tried to figure how to help the babies MALES CANNOT HANDLE STRESS They get ANXIOUS & turning it off eased their anxiety Never leave kids alone with males with the track record males have 1/3 of all girls & boys were sexually abused

ROFL!!! thus far it’s just a brunch curry niggers reply each other. let me simplify this.

curry nigger1: “oh!! even though caucsian light skin bright eyes. we curries are brown ape eyes, but we so handsome so we caucasian!!” Curry nigger2: “Yeah! brown skin, ape face, low IQ mean no shit, we still caucasian!!!” a real caucasian person see a curry: “ZOMGBBQ, gorillas escaped from LA zoo!! animal control! help!!!”
Curry nigger3: “STFU, you ignorant white boy we curry caucasian!!!!!”

Better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all,
That’s what the wise may say, but maybe they’ve never had to fall.
Fall so very far in love, so deeply you cannot tell,
Next time someone says that, I’ll tell them to go to hell.

Cause when your feeling as I do, your emotions twisted and torn,
To go to hell seems a better option, than to ever have been born.
Deserving nothing but what I’ve got, that’s what selfishness brings,
To forever hear an angels voice, as that song she sings.

To have that love and lose it, with only a fleeting glance at joy,
To feel those butterflys in your stomach, going back to that teenage boy.
To be a poet in someone’s heart, and then to tear it all away,
Better to have loved and lost, they don’t know what they say.

Elen sila lumenn omentilmo, I’ll leave you with that phrase,
It’s an elvish saying that I hope will come true, in our latter days.