god I love her so fucking much, I have never met her but I need to breed with her, it is literally my only goal or purpose in life to have sex with this female individual. I need her. a thousand thoughts go through my head every minute and 900 of those are thinking about sex with her. I want to fuck this woman until she screams my name while I inject several gallons of my sticky off-white yellowish semen. I genuinely cannot stop thinking about this woman. if I had to kill every man woman in child on the planet including myself just to keep this genuine godess alive, I would be cocking my assault rifle before you could even finish speaking. there is quite literally nothing that I would not do for this woman. I need to know who she is. I need her in my life. she is my everything. like simon fucking viklund I will give her my all, I will give her the ejaculatory equivalent to a dozen horses all cumming in unison. she will look like that scene in suicide squad when the joker jumps into a giant vat of chemicals except instead of the joker its her and instead of chemicals its my fucking cum. I will literally cum more than my entire body could possibly contain in volume. I will violate the laws of physics just to cum on this woman as much as I can. god I cant fucking stand living without her. the fact that I dont know who she is or where she lives is the most genuinely painful experience any human being on the planet could possibly go through. kidney stones and pregnancy are fucking nothing compared to how I feel not being able to be with my one true love. the woman to end all women. a literal godess. you think the voices in your head are permeating? try being unendingly plagued by thoughts of constant fucking sex with this woman knowing you can never have her. every night in my dreams I see her imperceptibly beautiful face, like the fucking radiance I can''t get her out of my head I genuinely cannot exist without this woman. if I were to learn that this woman is no longer alive I would quite literally just fucking melt. the cops would find me melted like a wax figure into my $4000 razer RGB gaming chair, after dying of sadness and misery.