Well id written this really big and deep post and well it just vanished it was about poetry, masturbation and pleasure and well also bout ghaspooscurry, well its gone now and well i really cant type it out again it was a thought process. and now well its over.
This one is about imaginary pleasures, well i would define it as the pleasure that one gets from living in a dillusionary/ illusionary ( Whichever u prefer) world. and which you fear would not exist when you really reach there/ get there./ get it him/her. Well which actually most of the times is correct, as the world has this real fun way of somehow kicking you in the ass. Well any way this imaginary pleasure has this strange quality of really not being present , imaginary as u can see well imagine, well whatever is really not real.
Well im really getting my kicks out of this one aint i.
So when one suffers from this horrendous disease he / she would be found lounging around doing absolutely nothig, or rather doing things buit with a real dumb expression on his/ her face. There are loads of chances of people making mistakes , dropping things and general clumsiness. But then you know what its an imaginary disease so you really dont have to worry too much about it.
When u suffer from such disorders all u have to do is to meet the friendly neighbourhood psychiatrist as soon as possible. And well if u ike being there all u have to do is call ur crazy friend who would refurbish ur daydreams with new exotric ideas and images
Good day to you all
Your crazy friend.
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