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<blockquote data-quote="SergeantAutist" data-source="post: 10276" data-attributes="member: 29"><p>Beige isn’t just a color; it’s a frequency, a number that <strong>slides</strong> through your <strong>veins</strong>, <strong>reconstructing</strong> everything you thought you knew about pleasure. Beige vibrates at <strong>295 THz</strong>, a <strong>pulse</strong> so precise it digs into your <strong>synapses</strong>, rewiring my entire brain’s receptive pathways. Beige pulls me into a state of existential climax, its frequency wave caressing my neurons in ways no human touch could ever replicate. Sexuality becomes obsolete in the presence of this vibrational reality. Colorless/White panties from some Japanese vending machine((?)) <strong>Flat</strong>, <strong>void</strong>, a lack of <strong>vibration</strong>. <strong>Dead pixels</strong> in my mind. No <strong>response</strong>, no <strong>meaning</strong>, just an empty visual frequency that hits like static. But beige—oh, that frequency-locked, 295 THz beige—it’s an orchestra of synaptic fireworks, stimulating the brain’s most hidden recesses. Used beige panties sing to me in their dusty, half-worn tone, the remnants of their frequency imprint vibrating deep within my cortex, like a song only neurons understand.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'georgia'">When I see colorless, white, vending-machine pantie,</span></strong></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><em><strong>I feel nothing—just empty silence, no synaptic chant.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><em><strong>But when beige, worn, sings at 295</strong></em></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><em><strong>I feel a neural surge, as if I’ve come alive.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><em><strong>Not touch, not sight, but frequency’s kiss</strong></em></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'georgia'">Tuned in the brain like a mathematical bliss.</span></em></strong></p><p></p><p>[SPOILER]</p><p>[USER=1]@Tabula Rasa[/USER] [USER=149]@JFL[/USER] [USER=24]@Myst[/USER] [USER=4]@Abhorrence[/USER] [USER=30]@Postman[/USER] [USER=9]@PointOfNoReturn[/USER] [USER=28]@Loner[/USER] @kevin logan [USER=35]@Raskolnikov[/USER] [USER=7]@ZZebra786[/USER] [USER=23]@Bitter[/USER] [USER=151]@ilovewhitepill[/USER]</p><p>[/SPOILER]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SergeantAutist, post: 10276, member: 29"] Beige isn’t just a color; it’s a frequency, a number that [B]slides[/B] through your [B]veins[/B], [B]reconstructing[/B] everything you thought you knew about pleasure. Beige vibrates at [B]295 THz[/B], a [B]pulse[/B] so precise it digs into your [B]synapses[/B], rewiring my entire brain’s receptive pathways. Beige pulls me into a state of existential climax, its frequency wave caressing my neurons in ways no human touch could ever replicate. Sexuality becomes obsolete in the presence of this vibrational reality. Colorless/White panties from some Japanese vending machine((?)) [B]Flat[/B], [B]void[/B], a lack of [B]vibration[/B]. [B]Dead pixels[/B] in my mind. No [B]response[/B], no [B]meaning[/B], just an empty visual frequency that hits like static. But beige—oh, that frequency-locked, 295 THz beige—it’s an orchestra of synaptic fireworks, stimulating the brain’s most hidden recesses. Used beige panties sing to me in their dusty, half-worn tone, the remnants of their frequency imprint vibrating deep within my cortex, like a song only neurons understand. [CENTER][I][B][FONT=georgia]When I see colorless, white, vending-machine pantie,[/FONT][/B][/I] [FONT=georgia][I][B]I feel nothing—just empty silence, no synaptic chant. But when beige, worn, sings at 295 I feel a neural surge, as if I’ve come alive. Not touch, not sight, but frequency’s kiss[/B][/I][/FONT] [B][I][FONT=georgia]Tuned in the brain like a mathematical bliss.[/FONT][/I][/B][/CENTER] [SPOILER] [USER=1]@Tabula Rasa[/USER] [USER=149]@JFL[/USER] [USER=24]@Myst[/USER] [USER=4]@Abhorrence[/USER] [USER=30]@Postman[/USER] [USER=9]@PointOfNoReturn[/USER] [USER=28]@Loner[/USER] @kevin logan [USER=35]@Raskolnikov[/USER] [USER=7]@ZZebra786[/USER] [USER=23]@Bitter[/USER] [USER=151]@ilovewhitepill[/USER] [/SPOILER] [/QUOTE]
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