THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON CRACKY

Cracky had a greater impact on society than any of us ever will.
All she did was shit post on the internet and became efamous.

Yes, but we are the mechanism by which she affects the world.

She is the craftsman and we are the tools.

Without the craftsman, the tools are worthless, but without the tools, the craftsman is unable to accomplish anything.

The Skyqueen is good
The Skyqueen is great
We surrender our will
As of this date

Cracky gets out of the shower or wakes up after sleeping nude.
You stand before her.
You gaze into her eyes.
You stare at her naked body.
You are holding a gun.
You look at her for a good 10 minutes.
She stands there, shivering in fear.
Finally, you decide to kill this beautiful being.
She manages to dodge the first shot.
It grazes her shoulder.
You can still turn back.
You can stop it all right now and not kill her.
She's begging you.
She's pissing all over the place.
She's crying.
You put the gun to her chest.
You can feel her heartbeat being transferred from the gun to your hand.
You can feel her breathing on you.
She starts saying something.
She is interupted mid-sentence as you pull the trigger.
She is laying on the ground, spasming in shock.
You put the gun to her head. Her lovely skin. Her hair.
She rolls herself over trying to get away.
You see her buttocks.
You roll her back over with your foot.
And fire into her forehead, directly between her eyes.
Olivia is dead. She is still there. She will remain staring at the ceiling until someone discovers her.
Olivia is so still.
Olivia doesn't move anymore.
Olivia doesn't speak anymore.
Olivia's pubic hair, vagina, breasts, nipples and buttocks are exposed and it doesn't matter.

The same eyes that were looking at you earlier, full of life, are glazed over.
Her mouth hangs open.
You climb on top of her dead body and begin exploring it.
You roll her over and spread her buttcheeks to see what is in there.
You move her back and feel her nipples, her shaved legs, her belly button, her pubic hair, her vagina.
You put your fingers in her mouth and feel around.
You put your face right in front of her dead face, as close as possible.
Your eyes looking directly into her dead eyes.
You stare into her dead eyes for hours.
You touch the bottoms of her feet to yours.
You lick her face.
You put your tongue in her mouth.
You lick her eyeballs.
You spend the next 10 minutes licking every inch of her dead body.
You realize there is a puddle of urine in front of her vagina.
Her body released the urine as it died.
She won't come back.
You move her legs and arms in various poses.
Her legs are spread-eagle.
You can't take it anymore and enter this empty capsule's former treasure hole.
You have the best orgasm ever.
You fall asleep on top of the dead body.
You wake up a few hours later and realize the body is beginning to develop a stench.
You stick your penis inside of the vagina again.
You begin to orgasm, once more.
Right as the orgasm begins, you put a gun to your head and pull the trigger.
You die in orgasm with your penis still in Olivia.
The nature of your death makes you have a death erection.
You will stay hard inside Olivia forever.