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Is Love Real?

Who am I? Well, I consider myself to be a hopeless romantic and naturally as an Aquarius I often have to remind myself to stay grounded to earth when around others - otherwise it's easy for me to daydream about going to the beach and gallivanting off to dip my toes in the crystalline waters of the nearby rock-pools. I don't exactly know where or when my fascination with the ocean began, but being an outspoken connoisseur of love - it's easy to relate the fluid like nature of love to the ocean's waning and returning tides. I like long walks on beaches while holding my gasoline canisters facing downside open and my shopping cart full of old car battery's to feed the fishies because I also like the sea life and long visits to aquariums very much. Nighttime is usually when the magic happens for me, whether I'm writing or stargazing on a sandy shoreline, the night lulls me into a nurtured state of being - as if the dark expanse of the sky is him again, and I'm enveloped in his loving embrace again.

Is love real? Yes ... But it is also imaginary, it is an illusion that always ends up deceiving you. Love is an unrequited and unholy beast that burns twice as bright but is quick to be snuffed away to mere ashes. Heed caution to love my friends, for you may lose more than you bargained for when dancing to the flames of love.


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For the reader's immersion, the author highly recommends reading this raunchy love guide while keeping this tab open, thank you for your cooperation :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBNras7TRVI
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Welcome To Goodsprings

It was just about late noon when we arrived at Goodsprings via Primm side. Taking the southern routes through Route 160/1 and Sloan although much quicker would've almost certainly spelt doom for our trade caravan's fortunes and thus we trekked the long and arduous trail that looped around Black Mountain in order to reach Goodsprings safely. Working with the Crimson Caravan company has been a dream come true for me, I suppose for any youngster growing up in Freeside - such an opportunity would seem as elusive as that sunset sarsaparilla star treasure myth I've heard about. If I were to begrudgingly think back to those days in Freeside, it would only bring back feelings of contempt and regret. I was young and stupid back then, nothing but a sneering punk but now the wasteland is my oyster - Mmm, I don't ever have to think back to those dark days ... As I recollect myself from the reminiscing, we finally stop at our destination - The Goodsprings General Store.

Some time passes before we begin to unload our cargo, seems like the boss finally finished cutting the red tape negotiations between the store owner - some greedy waster named Chet. I've seen his type before in Freeside, reckless in their pursuits for a quick high whether in high stakes gambling or through jet but overall completely devoid of any real substance. More boxes are loaded and unloaded from the pack brahmin, and soon the the yellow hues of the noon sky retreats for darker shades of dusk. At the advice of the locals, we opt to spend the night here - apparently some wackos armed with dynamite recently escaped from a nearby NCR prison. As we depart to our allotted camp site, I notice a solitary silhouette seated on the front porch of the Goodsprings Saloon. In all my life spent out in the wasteland I've never seen someone
so distant ... so alone.


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What If We Shared This Burden?

Sharing a crate of sunset sarsaparilla amongst the other caravaners, we quenched the thirst brought from a hard day of trekking and exchanged pleasantries around our campfire. When the opportunity arose, I slipped away from the others and found a nice ditch to set up my bedding. I don't have any issues talking with my colleagues, and for that reason they seldom realise how much of loner I am. Trust or maybe the unofficial law of the wastes mandates one to not get too attached to anyone out here. The chuckles and crackle of the fire's embers begins to subside when I start to dwell on heavens above ... "Uh huh, the stars look pretty tonight, don't they"; an unfamiliar voice from behind me gently whispers. "Whaaaa-uhh, who's there"! In the darkness looming over me was a well built figure with broad shoulders and a cowboy hat. "Whoa there now, take it easy I ain't gonna hurt ya". The voice from the man was like a siren call, it was smooth and aged, the deepness of it quickly disarmed me and my troubles.

"The name's Easy Pete, howdy and welcome to Goodsprings".


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Living For You Is Easy Living

The sun crescents the horizon as a new day dawns, my eyes quickly adjust to the looming ocean blue of the sky above. Did last night really happen or was it all just a dream? - ... Even if it was, I wouldn't mind it so long as it never ended. Before I could clamber out of my bedroll, an intense aroma invades my senses. "Yup ol' Easy Pete made you some scrambled eggs, don't be shy now". Before I could respond, the man took a spoonful of the scrambled eggs and sternly gestured that he intended to feed me with it. "Open up that barrel keg of your's sonny", I feel utterly powerless and abide by his commands as he carefully guides the spoon to my lips, receiving a hearty mouthful of his delicious and yolky eggs. My mouth is agape and frozen, as I let him have his way with me - spoonful after spoonful enters my mouth. "Delicious isn't it huh, it was a recipe I learnt while prospecting ... Had a good claim out east of the Colorado river but that's well in the past now" ... The man, Easy Pete cheerfully went on talking about the wonderful and mundane things he's experienced while living at Goodsprings - Soon the words no longer are audible, as my eyes are captivated with his visage and his entire being. My heart is beating so intensely, my face becomes flush in bright crimson - I'm embarrassed that he might hear it. Oh god what is happening, why do I feel so vulnerable around him ...

"I think I-I-I ... Wuv him".


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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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Trust In Lust

It's been a month since arriving at Goodsprings. I've breached my Crimson Caravan contract by refusing to accompany the caravan as they departed Goodsprings - I'm still lost and dumbfounded for my vague reasoning in choosing to do so, but it's as if some cosmic energy beyond my comprehension is keeping me from leaving. How could I be so stupid to throw everything away on such a whim? I feel a strange melancholy about his place, like something or someone is missing, but who and why? I ended up renting a room at one of the communal bungalows while spending my afternoons drinking at the saloon. Days and the faces of strangers drift by me in a blur. How long can I rely on cheap liquor to escape this dream before I lose all sense of my self? The tears force me to bury my shameful face into my arms as I gently weep. At least here, in this dingy saloon no one will press me or question why I'm such a failure ...

"Dontcha cry now, ol' Easy Pete is here for ya". Before I can act, the stranger pulls me up from my shoulders and slides his arms between mine, firmly interlocking them at my chest. I'm being seductively bear hugged by this man!!! I'm in complete shock as my body feels limp and hot. I can feel the man's beard brushing against my nape, as he whispers carefully to my ears - in such a delicate way that his warm breath softly and sensually caresses me. "I'm fixin' to take my gentle prince away somewhere more quiet, lets go". It's him! The man from my dreams! I knew deep down in my heart that there was a reason to stay in Goodsprings, despite losing my memories of him - He came back for me and in this moment I felt like I could just melt away in bliss jsjsjsjs. Without resistance, I let him piggy back me back to his secluded bungalow.

"Easy Pete is gonna ruin that perfect little man ass of yours".


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GET OMEGALUL PRANKED KEKW SIGMA RIZZ OHIO

You really thought I'd give you the satisfaction of an ending where Easy Pete and the protagonist have lusty gay sex in a steamy hot man bungalow? That's right, the game was rigged from the start, it was all just a ploy to BLUE BALL and HUMILIATE you. Before you leave, I want you to know that I actually wrote out the ending, it was IMMACULATE - it was like Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk (2017), but instead of four hundred thousand British and French soldiers trying to escape France, it was the sole protagonist getting smeated down by four hundred thousand Easy Petes. Hahaha, such an erotic and appealing fantasy that I ROBBED you of. I made you read this guide, while I CUCKED you from the climax. Anta Baka? Baka Baka B-Baka!


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In the wise words of Hayao Miyazaki, Anime was a mistake.


Annnnnnnd that's all I have for you today folks, hope you enjoyed the read - and as always;
Don't pray for easier lives, pray to be stronger. That was Obama I think ...


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Fin. The End.