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A Dirigible lost on the wind!

One soul, one life, and a shower of sparks.

"Oh dears" From Bitches!
Posted:Mar 28, 2024 10:59 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 11:10 am
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She casually played at what amused her. How pathetic males became when their pathetic useless balls were threatened !
Balls were a favorite theme of mine.
Balls, and the bitches who knew what to do with the pathetic males 'toys'.
After the usual spat by the male at having his precious globules played with she ended her play by stabbing each useless item onto her heel and whilst like that you'd watch her lick her lesbian lover.
Her leg kicked high behind her with your balls skewered and stuck on her long heel.
I loved that one, exploring all the camera angles.
It amazed me how fantasies could touch that spot so perfectly.
I made a sculpture of that one, molding the balls and mixing the coloring till I got the tinge of red right.
I stuck it in the living room and prospective customers would peruse its angles appreciative of my imagination and artistry.
The slim white boy was no match for her strength.
He tried desperately to get away from her, her threatening tool stiff enough to do its job !
He tried to angle away from her , to escape the menace that loomed over him, he'd once read a passage in a book where the pursued was promised to feel the cool steel in his vitals.
Those words came back to him as he fought her.
Her tool was the threat !
He had to protect his 'vitals' from her.
It brushed across the opening as he fought her !
She'd begin blindly stabbing at him seeking the yielding point to gain an entry.
He'd be a goner if she found his pink hole.
His little sweet vulnerable pink hole.
Her fervor mounted driven by her frustration at the boy fighting her off each time she came close.
She let him go while she lubed up her huge tool.
He watched her twisted face as he prepared for the new affront, the merciless plunge from her keen in his imagination.
If she got it started she'd toy with him before making the final plunge, up his 'vitals' he thought.
Her cruel face alive when there was no other way left out for him.
He'd got tired now, she sensed that and took control of him.
He didn't have the fight left in him to deny her any longer so he made sure her passage into him would be straight so at least there'd be the least that could go wrong.
He'd just brace himself and accept her deep thrust, taking it straight !
Her long w@apon finding its mark, dispatching him with a cr*el thrust into his vitals !




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The playful and the curvatious ! Alan Watts.
Posted:Mar 27, 2024 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 9:46 am
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Don't forget the playful diligence of those with a natural tongue, who play with the words, imparting a gift to them.
Life plays the game same a everything that surrounds us.
We see that what is spriteful enjoys the promise of life.
Entropy is all we have to point at to say that time goes this way.
But who's to say that you can't just step out of it and like crosing the grooves in an LP record you couldn't just 'slip' to another point.
Is life worth remembering?
And if it was then where is the tool that does that?
(I'm just designing a narrative for the speaker here, more or less to foster more intonations from him about this wonderful place, that just seems to have fallen in our laps)
The suppleness of new life is something that responds to joy ! I hope you do enjoy !





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Still things I couldn't touch.
Posted:Mar 26, 2024 5:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 9:48 am
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I really don't know what I expected.
In fact some of it got worse ,bringing what had happened closer to home.
I really shouldn't have gone.
I was questioned about the names of my teachers and my throat just tightened and wouldn't let out a word.
It was hard to deal with the cruelty of it, and when I'd arrived back to the exact same place I'd taken the cane I felt the same aweful sensations returning.
Odd how I made a point of putting my own subs through that to see how they'd deal with it.
I thought I had it made.
Just goof around and enjoy life. I could almost guess which girl was going to get it that day.
The English one was our favorite for her pantomine performances, and when told to go to the room to wait there for the teacher we could feel the anticipation she felt.
It amazed me how deep seated the desire in me was even though I was yet to reach the age when the 'curtains were spread open'.
The English girl was bubbling with emotions.
Her tiny English ass took control of your darkest imaginations.
I remember boys would point at her in the gym class to whisper scoffing at her stupid little ass.
Yes life was good, it was fun but would soon be burst apart when we got a change of teacher.
This new one a real bitch and the discipline of the class switched away from the girls.
I got the shock of my life when I was instructed to go to that little room to wait and I really thought a mistake had been made.
Then when the class was settled into their assigned task she had time to slip away.
She requested that I prostrate myself over the table to put my hands out way out in front of me onto the table.
I looked at her seeking any chink in her expression but found none.
Maybe even more hardened as she galvanized herself to complete her task.
I imagined she was in cohorts with my drunk father who enjoyed giving his b*y a 'licking' with his belt.
She took swipes through the air with that long gangly cane as if trying to gauge its mood.
Then she took her purposeful stance at the optimal short distance behind my butt.
Now years later the with my emotions once again raw and fired up it seemed that a trick of time had happened and it was as real as ever.
The first one was as I plainly remember, cutting through the air to arrive curtly at the seat of my pants.
It had a sharpness to it unlike my fathers belt.
I couldn't see any way out so I knew I just had to roll with it and see it through.
Then my mind took an unexpected turn and it was like being lost in a fog.
The tension just seemed to fade as the strokes kept coming.
It was kind of an out of body experience and I could hear my tear filled painful cries form a distance.
I would do the same to the 'smarty pants' and that became the name for me by the girls who berated me.
She devilishly laid down those strokes to leave an angry thin line across the buttocks and I shuffled home with that pain in my ass wondering what my butt would look like when I eventually got home to view it in the mirror.
Which I did , admiring the firey red hash that confronted my startled eyes.
I was then a changed person and it became my goal front and center to take that 'high' with me to pursue to its fullest.
Fate had another surprise just waiting over the horizon for me.
I remember the nervous energy I felt, it was the fix I'd become in need of.
I'd got lost in thought, drifting away for what was maybe a few seconds before I heard the new principle inviting us in for tea or coffee.
She seemed like an amazing woman and laughed heartily at the jokes I made with the others.
Now that I think about it I was her focus and I'm sure she was drinking in all the wild emotions that came back to me.
It was foolish to think I'd ever tame that space.
The hard walls had captured it in a timeless way to reciprocate it back to me whenever I was around.
I was soon to discover the polarizing effects of mental illness.
I guess I was looking to find the start of all the madness to try to correct it from there.
They were adorably well behaved k!d and one offered me a biscuit. [br[So much I knew that they had not the slightest tinkling of.
Then I walked down to the road by the beach and bought fish and chips.
I looked out over the calm bay on the sparkling blue skied day.
I sat on the smooth concrete border and it returned the warmth of the sun.
I drove out of the city feeling incredibly sexy.
Later on I came with a force that I hadn't seen in years. Took me back to the high school days where I'd be almost passing out, struggling to remain on my feet a I was rocked by multiple cums.
I'd learned to love drama too, obsessed by it and I arrived at the proffered address , sharply at the agreed time.
Two o'clock in the morning.
I loved the nighttime, so peaceful back then.
We took things slow and I teased him.
I was in total control.
He had to play my game right before he'd get what he wanted.
To nail a "T".
I wanted to see his face so I set up the camera looking back from from my head.
Be as mean as you like I told him, believe me I will enjoy it just as much as you when I rewind it and play it back.
I loved the new form my butt was taking from the supplements I was taking.
Some thought the cum was doing that.
What a joke I thought.
But it did play on my mind so I tried to keep his cum inside me for as long as I could.
It did work too.
There was an underworld of a certain type too and I was taken under the wing of a smart trans lady who saw that I could help her with her company.
Real estate to climb the property ladder and pay the bills and her artistic indulgence to create something stimulating.
That's how I got into acting and making my own movies.
Dark and thoughtful the way I liked them.
I wa revengeful in them, taking out the wrongful ones in unexpected bizarre twists.
Sweet Stacey was a large colored girl who had no need to hide who she was.
She was fulfilling a need, a perfect match made in heaven.
The whites felt a guilt about how they'd transgressed this race and aw it was due for the roles to change.
They became the miserable male servants that needed to make a profit to earn their keep.
It was balls and chain stuff.
The stuff you'd wish they'd put on TV.
On fantasy Island.
You'd find yourself on the sugar plantation.
Today you'd be stacking coconuts onto the tray back, the colored Mistress would amble by looking them over deciding which one suited her.
Maybe looked like they could do with a little humbling.
Her teeth flashed whitely when the ropes bit a little too tightly.
She liked her man lashed properly so she did it herself.
She enjoyed the balls the most, and she'd pinch them trapping them in the sack as she bound the hook on.
It was a convenient way to stretch your nuts.
Your balls looked perfectly accommodated in her dark skinned hands.
You noticed the ornaments on the wall, a throw back to cruel times when the black workers needed to be taught to 'tow the line'.
Now it was you who must 'tow the line', your worthless little balls were valueless, not worth a spit !
Odd how you could feel a chill in this tropical warmness.
She rolled up her sleeves to get down to the task.
The frame held you sturdily on the flat of your back.
then you noticed the thin rope set up on a pulley.
It suddenly made sense what she was going to do.
She deftly hooked the loop onto the hook bound onto your nuts.
Then these were pulled up to a convenient height to 'get' at them.
You'd heard stories that made you wonder.
About the long strings that attached to them.
You'd read about the things that were done in books.
Like Robinson Crusoe only jacked up on crack.
There were no laws here. Profit the only goal here !
Then picnic stuff was being put out, folding chairs and cane topped benches to hold the tea and food for the plump negro ladies to enjoy whilst watching your nuts being played with.
The odd thing would give them a laugh too.
The lemon cake they aye looked adorably soft.
The white icing reminded you of you !
The stretch on your balls was becoming noticeable too.
But what was the plan?
Did they plan to play tennis with them?
Yeah that'd work, or Badminton?
Easy for those making the movie too as some fake balls would play that role.
Hefty swings to propel your balls in a game !!!!!
Then an old wooden shafted golf club was produced.
You're thinking some pacific explorer left it here long ago.
Maybe he left hiss skull here !
So then a lovely lady would be standing on your table toying with your nut with the iron headed shaft.
"How do you do this?' she inquired of the others as she practiced her back swing.
Some could hit a golf ball off the top of a beer can so it can't be that hard to make a clean swipe of them.
She tapped your nuts with the iron head as she prepared to make her swing, eyeing off the fair way too !!!!
It was in fact easier than golf as there were two balls to try and hit !!!
She paid no attention to your 'grub', so long as it didn't get in her way.




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Explaining the 'thrust' behind quantum entanglement.
Posted:Mar 25, 2024 10:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2024 8:42 am
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So I went on my little adventure and met some real keen young minds who were lapping up advice and I had to stop myself from going too far.
It was not fair to make jokes that flew over their heads.
The obvious one was that the young maturity would succumb and after a lifetime would re-emerge.
I'd woken up in the motel room with a demanding hardon and the window was open and the curtain pulled across.
I loved spending the night that way but the morning light had caught me out and school k$ds were walking along only meters away as I stimulated the objects 'thirst'.
It was funny how the day unfolded and how beautiful and innocent they were.
I wanted to say something like 'why not just throw the quadratic formula on the board down there with its proof and just see if it made any of them 'twitch'.
It would be the start of a journey.
They needed protection from what was to come and a young lad who had recently been to school there found his picture on the wall and I jokingly said to him "what advice can you give yourself?".
An older gen male me gave a laugh and it was that you could not ignore the obvious way the young man thought.
He quietly grappled with the stunning and rapid new dimension that would overwhelm his senses.
Then I wanted to scream, NO NO NO don't be fooled and fall into that trap!!!
It was then that the older man and I took to reasonable conversation about what intrigued us.
I mentioned a puzzle I'd found to work out, about the building that disappeared on the street I lived.
A little digging found that the whole topsoil had to be replaced because of the amount of needles buried in it.
Then after that I felt I needed to wander past all the old things I still remembered in the street.
There was such a gaping flaw in how life worked.
Visions of Billy Madison shaking the head saying 'never leave here' came to mind.
Life wasn't fair.
The demand it put on you and the consequences that put you under strain.
How could you be put to explain yourself when it was so rigged to make you fail?
I was devastated , at the pall of it all.
The headmaster seemed a reasonable woman and we spoke quietly about the matters confronting the world.
She was attentive to my response and I guess she was drawn to me.
No one else got her attention.
Had life been everything she'd expected from it?
I wanted to tell the students that I still had the same questions from that time I was in, their timeframe.
Still unanswered, to really just explain the instinctive side of her mind.
I'd never found a woman I wanted to breed with.
It was the cold way I was brought up too.
Perfect if you wanted to bury yourself in physics.
I stopped off at the old newsagent and found a book that suited me.
It was by Matt Parker, about four dimensions.
I needed four dimensions right then to lose my brain in.
It had been a mistake to ever go there.
Maybe I jut wanted to take the Toyota out onto the open road to see 'how she goes'.
It was exceptional too, eating up the miles in fifth gear like it was nothing.
It was a long trip too and I liked it that way.
I planned on making some headway into my thoughts by the time I got home.
A sense of despondancy was all I got.
Then realizing the toll I'd have to pay.



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The fog !
Posted:Mar 18, 2024 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2024 2:19 am
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It was a moment of madness and the urgent message was to find somewhere high, and quickly.
So I flew up the mountain path and some others had done the same but we couldn't see anything much. The fog covered the land but we could see over it like we were traveling in a jet.
Someone pointed out a change happening far in the distance and the sky looked dirty.
It was an impact one guy said and another was busy tuning his radio.
A mass of distressed voices raised the alarm and we caught that a wave was coming.
How far inland would it come and were we high enough.
Someone thought they could hear something so we quietened straining our ears for the sound of the approaching wave.
It seemed so surreal, to go from a normal morning to be confronted by the unfolding disaster.
We would undoubtedly hear the water coming, smashing trees and whatever but because of the fog we couldn't see anything.
How high would the water come up the mountain?
Now the distant dirty brown sky was spreading and many would be thrust into the growing darkness.
Maybe a hail of rocks too.
Then we could hear something approaching in the distance.
Unlike anything I'd ever heard before.
A rumbling sound as the water forced its way inland.
Coming in between the mountain ranges.
Everyone looked shocked.
No one knew what to do !
The blasted fog hid everything !
It was only the sound that we had to figure it out.
Then cows could be heard in the distance, way below our height.
I remembered being trapped by a bushfire once, the darkness and stillness before the firestorm.
Then the wind swept in the flying embers that stung when they touched your skin.
Millions of them, and the smoke!
It seared your lungs.
Now the dirty patch of sky was heading towards us and we'd have to retreat to the vehicles when it came.
Then no end in sight, maybe in a day or two we could try to get down again but the roads would all be blocked by the fallen timber.
We'd be forced to go on foot.
I had a bunker but with no way to find it in the changed landscape.
What I needed was a GPS location.
Then it would take a lot of digging to uncover it.
I had to find the radio to find out what had happened.
Was it oomarooa? That strange rock said to have arrived from an Ancient no longer existing solar system.
That's where it got its speed.
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A good story.
Posted:Mar 17, 2024 4:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2024 3:16 pm
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If you read enough 'rags to riches' stories and liked math then maybe you'd notice something.
She learned to socialize and find fun activities that didn't cost much.
Like listening to music or reading a book.
A different path into understanding economics was found.
Silver coins with a cool history then tiny gold ones that were so much nicer to look at.
Then numbers, exponential growth.
I can't believe Bcoins were a dollar each. What gave them the edge over countless others?
Oh and the internet, I love it !!!
And in a swamp of AI and a whole lot of things you may stumble upon something tantalizing and enjoyable. enjoy !!!!!




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The 'good sense' algorithm.
Posted:Mar 14, 2024 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2024 1:32 pm
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Successfully weaving a path through troubled waters could be a game of luck or skill or following your hunches.
Or insider trading?
No let's keep it honest for now.
If only I'd bought Bcoin at that early time.
You know Old heads gave all the alt coins zero value whereas its the fiat that is lacking badly.
Bcoin has a delightful inbuilt protection about it.
Only so many so no ones busy at the press printing more.
But also vulnerable in an apocalyptic way.
You may have an iron backed 12 digit code but everything could go to hell snd you have no way to use it !!
And when that happens its what you buried under your ground that makes the most sense.
Did you know 9000 underground fuel tanks spring a leak every year?
Was that just in the US?
Seriously don't go doing that !
As an environmentalist, and maybe the 'good sense' algorithm can suggest something better.
Basically you get a network of these 'sensitive' types and get their reaction to certain things.
At a future process maths could come into it.
We'd ask them things like what do you feel about water?
Like many think continents could reshape after some continental plates shifting.
Cayce described what he thought would happen.
Also we have other threats like Yellowstone which is raising the Earth but some say there's not enough in the magma chamber for us to worry about an eruption any time soon.
We have cosmic impacts to consider, and big waves.
Or it may be something good that pops out from the blue.
Jesus may arrive as planned or aliens may turn out to be friendly helping souls.
To me I see that the aliens may be our helpers. They seem to have an automated system built into their craft that makes them smash into meteorites.
There's even pics of it happening. Protecting us from nukes too perhaps.
That where God fails the aliens succeed !
Best putting your money on that.
People could well beat the curse of dictatorship.
But will the imposing males ever give up? We're seeing a world run by males doing stupid stuff.
Females have by far the numbers in Russia to end the war but it's not numbers that are in control.
Where exactly does good advice come from?









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A 'dusting' of inflections.
Posted:Mar 13, 2024 2:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2024 5:32 pm
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I'd taken on a Spanish class and was thrilled when the teacher loved the way I recited my work.
I'd decided to use my lower case and had arranged the spaces as if gathering my thoughts ,or rage at the situation.
It was afterall an aggressive language, not apologetic at all, not like French that dawdled around getting good manners right.
Having just one language wasn't enough to express yourself properly.
Oh and there was Irish, what a delicious 'concept?' that is.
I'd move to Ireland just to pick that one up. I loved the cranberries, o'riordan has such a captivating sound and presence.
How could any SOAB abuse her?
Males had run'a'muck, lost all sense of respect it seemed.
I'd taken to telling jokes in my 'Irish tongue' and just the accent made em laugh, and it amazed me how the words and tone slipped so naturally off my tongue.
I would definitely have to go there and just see if I could fit in with the crowd.
Fact is I've never felt like I'd fitted in anywhere.
I loved the rain and cold places and the touch of stone.
I often thought of building with stone but there wasn't much of that around.
I'd found some 'good ones' on my walks but it would take a long time at that rate to get enough.
I wanted a small castle with a flag on top.
The view was already there and I'd easily get lost enjoying it.
I wondered about the first white to cross the space to finally be awed by the splendor of the view.
Some double hinged windows that would open out to give an unhindered view.
The magnificence of it cried out for the lofty tones of the panpipe to fill the gorgeous space.
Sound was my life afterall, I loved everything about it.
The frogs too, they connected with space and time in a magical way, they brought oxygen 2 , that work to mind.
Now we were getting somewhere and once I'd learned the secret, the secret of how the mind could be taken to zero and re-inputed with fresh data, a new personality, and that one would have Delores, front and center and all, the one's with the gift of an artistic pen would write about her, lovingly.
Dolores wrote the perfect tribute song to fit her own tragic circumstances. You can raise your glass to her in the same place she slipped away,,,,,,, How cool is that?






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Have you got a 'BIG' but?
Posted:Mar 12, 2024 1:20 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 10:20 am
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Basically faith healing is total BS, but not if it does heal you.
I got into understanding the benefits of using the mind from an introduction by Joe Dispenza.
Proof that the mind does make chemicals that can do a range of things.
If you find a way to stimulate the creation of good chemicals then does it really matter if what caused that is false?
Have you broken some karmic law by doing that?
Maybe by finding your own cure a doctor went broke,
It is a complicated world afterall and every action has a sometimes equal and opposing reaction.
When you're old and wise you realize that avoiding issues/problems is much better than trying to solve them after the fact.
Unless your time machine allows you to go back and fix that.
Maybe you're fast approaching your first billion by being an idol but you find out that two people have died whilst young and impressionable and in a fervent haste to get to one of your concerts and have died in an accident then does that ever leave your mind?
As far as music goes the real live concert stuff really sucks in the sound department.
So much better the reworked stuff and that is where a joy awaits you.
Life is so hard to get right , and it is a lot like playing chess to me.
It can be a quick or drawn out game.
There's no rule that I can see that makes it just fall into place, so you have a good life.
Wealth may only confuse the argument.
Having enough and no more maybe the way to do it.









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Dark side of the orchestra.
Posted:Mar 10, 2024 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 3:22 pm
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You didn't want to get on the orchestra's dark side.
My movie plot reminds me of something ridiculous like one of the "The Avengers" fanciful predicaments.
Jaws sound track is one of the more forceful ones.
As a movie maker I used music to foretell the next move.
I wanted it to be comical but there's no denying how cornered the character was.
Another one was drawn out and the bemused crowd could be heard over the din.
One voiced a tone of consternation, but then throats tightened and quietened as the handle was pulled and the blade dropped.
Some found that arousing and afterall it was their fantasy that they'd paid good money for.
So who were we to judge?
I'd had multiple accents worked out over time and Spanish or French, whatever it didn't bother me to do it.
The sound of a head dropping into a bucket always made me try to stifle my laugh.
It was over the top silly !
I loved reliving my school days though.
The girls told their dirty tales too. One teacher was said to have made the boys sit at the front so they could see his old fella poking out from his shorts.
If only I was making this stuff up, ...........................................







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