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The fluffer. Do you know what a fluffer is? Its the girl who keeps the guy in the porno hard when they're on break so he doesn't have to waste time getting it up again for the next take. Nobody wants to be a fluffer, but everyone ends up being a fluffer once in their lives. Maybe it's not as "exciting" as being an actual fluffer, but you know, take that concept of a fluffer and pop it into a mundane, everyday situation. The Mundane Fluffer. The fluffer who keeps your client happy so it makes you look good, makes your boss impressed and you get a slight raise, maybe a bonus? Yes, that's who the good lot of us are, sadly; The Mundane Fluffer. Nobody likes to be the fluffer, but every once in awhile, we find ourselves looking for a fluffer; the favor fluffer. The friend that doesn't give two shits, nothing going perfect at the moment with his or her life so they don't mind doing the favor at all. But you know what all this fluffing means, don't you? It means the whole lot of us are fluffing for each other, favor or not, intentionally or unintentionally. And you know what that means right? That means the lot of us fluffers are just sucking dicks to climb the social pyramid, promotion ladder, friendship hierarchy, what have you. Yes, my friends, we are all cock suckers. Every single one of you out there is a cock sucking, ball licking, ass kissing fluffer, every last one of you. Welcome to the world of involuntary, displeasurable, far from romantic, mundane as ever, foreplay.
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Still around I see, this space, this void full of unfulfilled dreams and lost hopes. Well, whatever the case is, I'm back to continue filling up this sad excuse for a journal, with all of my hopes and dreams, my ambitions and woes etc. I had this dream just yesterday morning; it was one of those subconscious dreams I think? The ones where you're half awake but you just can't open your eyes and get it over and done with? Yes, so I had one weird dream with Liam Gallagher in it and I must say, we had a pretty good time. I guess because he paid for everything and his sunglasses were pretty cool so I didn't feel like slapping his face every time I looked at it. What these weird recurring dreams mean, I have no fucking idea but I do know that I wake up feeling a little more accomplished with my life after having one of these weird dreams. It's strange but what isn't nowadays? My brother told me that a video of a guy playing with a roach, eating it then puking it all out was nominated for the best music video at the VMA's this year. What the fuck. I have lost faith in all of humanity, I mean really? A fucking cockroach? That's just fucking disgusting man. Anyway, I've been doing some work and I cannot work with Indian people. I don't know if that just makes me racist or elitist within the Indian community, whatever. I just can't work with these people, MY people. That is just so bloody disappointing man, disapproval from my fellow Indians just because I'm listening to Liam whine about lost souls out there and watching Tobias cope with his never-nude condition. What is this bullshit? Not being accepted into the indian society as a normal, fellow Indian being. Ridiculous. Like I said, I've lost all faith in humanity.
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