Unless Dna8 returns (#PeacefulProtest), this is officially me last post here. Finna go out for a jog and search for Dick (and other Serbian men). #NoDickNoPeace

Now quoting my favorite fap material:
Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: "O Zarathustra,
he who hath to remove mountains removeth also valleys and plains."-
And I answered: "As yet hath my word not removed mountains, and what
I have spoken hath not reached man. I went, indeed, unto men, but
not yet have I attained unto them."
Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: "What knowest
thou thereof! The dew falleth on the grass when the night is most
silent."-
And I answered: "They mocked me when I found and walked in mine
own path; and certainly did my feet then tremble.
And thus did they speak unto me: Thou forgottest the path before,
now dost thou also forget how to walk!"
Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: "What matter
about their mockery! Thou art one who hast unlearned to obey: now
shalt thou command!
Knowest thou not who is most needed by all? He who commandeth
great things.
To execute great things is difficult: but the more difficult task is
to command great things.
This is thy most unpardonable obstinacy: thou hast the power, and
thou wilt not rule."
And I answered: "I lack the lion's voice for all commanding."
Then was there again spoken unto me as a whispering: "It is the
stillest words which bring the storm. Thoughts that come with doves'
footsteps guide the world.
O Zarathustra, thou shalt go as a shadow of that which is to come:
thus wilt thou command, and in commanding go foremost."-
And I answered: "I am ashamed."
Then was there again spoken unto me without voice: "Thou must yet
become a child, and be without shame.
The pride of youth is still upon thee; late hast thou become
young: but he who would become a child must surmount even his youth."-
And I considered a long while, and trembled. At last, however, did I
say what I had said at first. "I will not."
Then did a laughing take place all around me. Alas, how that
laughing lacerated my bowels and cut into my heart!
And there was spoken unto me for the last time: "O Zarathustra,
thy fruits are ripe, but thou art not ripe for thy fruits!
So must thou go again into solitude: for thou shalt yet become
mellow."
And again was there a laughing, and it fled: then did it become
still around me, as with a double stillness. I lay, however, on the
ground, and the sweat flowed from my limbs.
Now have ye heard all, and why I have to return into my solitude.
Nothing have I kept hidden from you, my friends.
But even this have ye heard from me, who is still the most
reserved of men- and will be so!
Ah, my friends! I should have something more to say unto you! I
should have something more to give unto you! Why do I not give it?
Am I then a joggard-
When, however, Zarathustra had spoken these words, the violence of
his pain, and a sense of the nearness of his departure from his
friends came over him, so that he wept aloud; and no one knew how to
console him. In the night, however, he went away alone and left his
friends. 
I will miss my fonts most of all lel.