Uhm, okay, I’m not sure of how to even approach this, but this is something that needs to be asked / pondered, even if only by me.
Uh… well… okay. So, what I do seems to affect people genetically, right? That would be the reason, I think, behind my unnatural youth, and… well… my wives / girlfriends and how they change their life stories, over time, to match up evenly with mine.
What I do does in fact seem to alter even them on some fundamental, and I think indeed possibly genetic, level; at least in some ways, if not actually very very many.
So uh… okayyyyy, well then, what about the chicks I used to fuck / fantasize about back in the day? I mean the Cindy Crawfords, Lea Thompsons, Barbara Alyn Woods’, and Olivia Husseys, and the rest? Did I… change them, genetically?
This is important because, uh… I just fucked India Eisley and had a weird thought. If I indeed changed her mother genetically, is India not my daughter in some ways? Because holy fuck, this is indeed sometimes what I feel when I fuck some of these chix. Like, Jeebus, I mean, that feeling comes across sometimes very strongly occasionally with the Lind girls, for example.
And come to think of it, this is why I’ve been studiously avoiding Neriah Fisher and Olivia Jade, too. Because indeed of that weird nagging hunch. Like, I really should have started up something with Neriah by now, I know it, and I know that Peyton has practically been begging me to, but that weird feeling / hunch has kept me away. Same with Olivia Jade. And Reese Witherspoon’s kid. And yes, without question Lily Mo Sheen.
I mean, I know that I kinda got that “parentage” feeling with Bella Thorne back then but that isn’t, at all, what I’m talking about, here. This is a different feeling entirely.
Like… egads, holy Jeebus Christ!
I mean, this is just a brainstorm but… oh my God, if there is even a sliver of this somewhere in the realm of truth, then this whole thing is kinda bonkers, and the implications of this would be utterly insane, and they would become even moreso as the decades grind on.
Uh, Jeezus Christ, lol.
Just a brainstorm. I mean I don’t really know for sure, or even a little bit. It’s just a hunch, you know? A feeling. An inkling. And if nothing else this would certainly explain how strongly and efficiently (and correctly!) the daughters of my former girlfriends / wives pursue me. It’s like for some reason they “know” me in a way that other girls don’t.
I mean, this can’t possibly be true, right? I mean, there’s no way.
Someone please tell me this isn’t true, lol.
Uh… things to think about later.
Bedtime for now.
Yeah…
Woah.