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"Here we have 'harpoon girl' ,you like that?"
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Posted:Nov 26, 2023 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2023 1:08 am 8203 Views
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I was browsing the Invent a past catalogue, deciding what elements suited me.
They strongly urged me to go to 'Middle Earth' as that was where the most emulsive experience lay.
But it really was stretching my budget, and maybe the cheaper option suited me better right now.
I'd given a brief explanation about what I'd done, or better what I hadn't done.
No weddings or funerals , or anything that made life pop.
I was perfect for invent a past and even thought I should be offered there services for free to compensate for how woefully the real Earth let me down.
It sure started promising, but I drifted off into the wilderness and found solace with what lived there.
I did like music though and once I have that my expectations grow and I could become deluded enough to believe that Earth had all the things I expected to have from life.
Grandiose things, ceremonies and to do with both ends of the life spectrum.
Canon in D especially and handfuls of rose petals tossed along the path.
That was how life was meant to be, just follow the rose petals and you'll be right.
There was also the issue of withdrawals as you could easily wind up thinking everything was good only to re-emerge into the real World again to find it all sucked.
I guess that's why I liked the harpoon girl, even death and the thrill of (johnney Utah adventures) ticked all the boxes of the short but sweet adventure life should be.
I wanted to be at my own funeral as an observer too, and Middle Earth could accommodate that too and the Priest would reel off an amazing amount of accolades that put me in my own class of achievers.
And yes somehow I'd rode the wild rapids of women, the roller coaster of emotional predicaments, with ease.
But in real life I'd become cynical, watching Al Bundy's unadventurous sarcasm and obtuse fight against the all conquering fems that made men hide and wear "No mam" tee shirts.
We would right that ship when we came to it.
I'd get the canon in D that I wanted and just leave it at that. 
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Other dawes could open, camel toes, asses and cocks!
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Posted:Nov 24, 2023 5:18 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2023 7:14 pm 8370 Views
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To name a few. BigDawes would go to colleges and throw a box in the air with a watch in it and see if someone could catch it to win it. Eleven million is his latest count. But it's catchy and now others are catching on. Go on make us laugh ! If you spent years learning guitar and put your skills on utube, would anyone be interested?
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Moomins ! What can you say?
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Posted:Nov 22, 2023 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2023 7:15 pm 8781 Views
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Still determined to invent a past I got stuck right from the beginnings.
Being young seemed a deadly treacherous thing.
Only wisdom could break that deadly spell, and no one offered any solution to how I thought about time.
Had they just given up?
In fact something didn't have to seem complicated to need an Einstein to solve it.
The way serendipity worked could offer a solution.
If it took just 10% longer then it wouldn't have happened. Just getting the first cell that could divide itself took maybe a billion years or so.
You still can't explain how something so intricate and complicated could occur.
Biology was ever changing and maybe designed to find out things.
Like how big is the Universe.
We can go a long way to find out through science but then we try asking and answering our own questions.
Like biting into a sacred apple.
Your job is to amass information so the creator can make the assumptions.
I realized then that a path should be taken. No distractions could be allowed in.
That on this path lay a different conclusion and an inner peace could be your main focus and an unhurried existence could be your lot.
After all the Earth was in no hurry to get you here.
So why the haste.
The beautiful shoals of Indonesia was surely a gift for free thinkers, to relax in and drift in your boat along precipitous mountain slopes whilst the clear blue ocean enticed you in for a swim.
My father preferred a dirty factory. Well each to his own I say.
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Don't lie to Kelly! You must never lie to Kelly.
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Posted:Nov 20, 2023 4:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2023 1:06 pm 9108 Views
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They told her it was Sunday but Kelly had produced a full deck from nowhere.
Like the confident lawyer fully in control and using that living room like a court room and as a stage.
She outlined her case, beginning confidently by extolling all the evidence to prove her case.
This was lawyer Kelly's bread and butter, no more than the plain facts were needed here.
It was all there too, and all the facts came effortlessly to her.
One after another, it read like a book and those two cornered ones sat on the couch with their minds racing.
This was not like Kelly at all.
They had to wonder ,from where did this full deck of cards spring from?
What master of deceit had hidden the real Kelly from them?
Her indignancy while delivering that final nail in the coffin.
The rawness in her pose and having those liars cornered awaiting her final uncovering of the blatant rue.
Yes this was Kelly at her best!
And the stage was set for the mother of all mental blunders!
Just when all seemed done and dusted there came a master stroke!
A hideous conclusion that left those under the thumb an appreciation of the grandness of the creators mind.
That as complex and so full of wonders as was the enabled one, that no great input was required on her part to make it work.
Girls were like that in my twisted view of the World anyway.  Then with all the potency of a Moses ready to command the seas to part she ..................................................
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Girl down, Sveden? .......
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Posted:Nov 18, 2023 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2023 1:15 pm 8836 Views
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No born in USA speaks, identifies as Russian, and a good butt is hard to find.
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"Free and footloose !"
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Posted:Nov 14, 2023 1:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2023 12:20 pm 9061 Views
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The new place was heavenly with warm days and delicious sunshine but the past wouldn't let go and going to the school reunion only dragged up painful memories and it was like God had dealt his hand by having the girl show up there too.
So I couldn't just pass it off like a bad dream because at least one other knew the truth, about that beating I'd taken and having the whole class hear my cries.
I had to resolve it somehow, maybe by tracking down every last one of them who were present that day and wiping the snide expression off everyone of their faces.
Well that might take some time but at least I had one of them, the girl.
It was simple , and I had my base far away to escape to.
I never thought of myself as a psychopath but they say they may appear to be just ordinary types on the surface, and you could bump into one on the street and not know anything about the dark secrets they kept inside.
But she was kinda sweet and my real grudge was against the teacher and there were a few old faces in the crowd and maybe luck would present her to me.
I wondered what fate held for her after her vile act.
Surely there'd be no reward for that.
I was telling the girl about the interesting life I'd set up and seeing her enthusiasm I decided to offer to show her the place and my work building the doomsday machines that got used in movies.
She'd meet the gang and in a quiet moment explain that awkward day to them and I'd get a good ribbing over that.
But I would no longer be the image of the brutal apocalyptic survivor that I'd built.
Maybe I didn't care as it was all about having a laugh anyway.
I'd built up a business of solving crimes not committing them and an item arrived through delivery that needed my attention.
It was a just a heavy ball, a cannon ball perhaps as I could see when I put it on the table that it had a tendency to want to sit on its flattened side, the side that had slammed into something solid.
They knew not to waste my time so I had to think this ball offered a clue about something and it just oozed about where it was found.
The swampy place that took my mind to the Floridean keys and the world of pirates and mercinaries and slave traders.
I decide to leave the ball sitting there and not focus on it and just let it tell its tale when it was ready.
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Time for the big guns. Try a big boy 4014 up your ass.
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Posted:Nov 11, 2023 3:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2023 10:00 am 9072 Views
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Nothing like the power of steam to resort to when something needs a shove.
The thick and rich column of smoke showed the power in this brute.
Kind of took off where back to the future 3 left off and fed the Back to the future 4 hopefuls that more was to come.
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