Those who call me an “ideological cancer” and then when I ask them why they call me that keep their mouths shut are cancerously, embarrassingly bad at verbally defending themselves.
As usual, though I consider having the theoretical knowledge a requirement for every single rational being in existence, if content I want to distribute for a premium is distributed for free without my consent, then it is only depressing for me to pursue creating the content, so I will abstain from it.
What I do against my own boredom, however, I do not mind sharing for free.
Patient Number 7 – Rewritten
— Dominique Daniëlle Crutzen-Rockefeller (@_D0miniqueee) August 7, 2021
I am the only female sex addict in the entire ward. The rest is all men. I will be dividing tasks and selecting the most attractive ones to spend the most time with me.— Dominique Daniëlle Crutzen-Rockefeller (@_D0miniqueee) August 7, 2021
Instead of writing it, given that I have already reasoned out the overall storyline and have no further serious intentions with it, like I was doing this just to keep myself busy, I’m considering to make a recording of myself just telling the story. (Which then will still be an improvisation.) It is based on the present.