Is winter the cure for depression?

[Cogk_Of_Atlantis]

Living indoors is well known to be the cause of depression. Naturally we are supposed to go outside and see the plants dying every winter. There's a popular theory that depression is a self-helping mechanism, we begin to die a little as an attempt to witness death, due to a death deficiency. In other words plants are dying for our entertainment so that we don't have to die inside. You can call me the plant-based christian, I believe plants die for us and we don't have to suffer.

[V_Injector]

I'm just here to do some hookers and cocaine... but some people call that snow so I think I'm in the club.

Do drugs

Hookers and cocaine...

Depression fucking cured.

[Cogk_Of_Atlantis]

But if you were a plant-based Christian, you could fuck cocaine itself, watch it suffer, and say it died so you dont have to be depressed.

[avery58]

I don't know where to even begin, but no. Just no.

[Cogk_Of_Atlantis]

I'm @on_my_knees, and all ears. @the_confusion deserves to be thoroughly dissected.

[on_my_knees]

Biting winds and icy landscapes become mere backdrops to the trials I endure in the name of my Goddess. In the frigid air, I might find myself bound outdoors, my bare skin exposed to the elements. The cold seeping through loincloth, numbing my bits, is a physical reminder that I am nothing without Her warmth and guidance.

Indoors, by the fireplace crackling with life, Goddess may choose to punish me with prolonged kneeling on the icy sidewalk, my knees protesting the harsh surface as I gaze through the window upon Her majestic form. The contrast between the warmth of the flames and the chill of the air outside becomes a metaphor for the duality of my submission: pain and pleasure intertwined.

She uses ice as a tool of discipline, melting it against my skin, when it's still above freezing, or incorporating a frozen toy in my anal dilation regimen. The shock of the cold followed by the gradual thawing is a metaphor for the transformation I undergo under Her tutelage, as old patterns of thought and behavior are frozen and then re-formed. Deny me the comfort of light and warmth, MIsress, blindfold me and force me to rely solely on your Love!

[Cogk_Of_Atlantis]

@on_my_knees hmmmm makes me rethink my diy steroid boofing regimen. Do I animate objects if I burn freeze-dried coom in a vacuum chamber altar and supply 100% of the oxygen to the fire burning via my lungs, as if breathing life into it? Will the vacuum chamber become a bottle with a gin inside?