Some remembered every day.
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Posted:Nov 3, 2023 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2023 5:55 pm 7658 Views
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Yes some could recall every day of their lives and could easily prove it by telling you the day of the week to match any date selected and then real off the events of that day.
To most of us we only remembered the days that stood out.
Discovering something new perhaps.
Maybe even experiencing a simple delight for the first time.
Bella needed protecting as she'd been caught toying with her little thing and Momma knew where that could lead'
It seemed such a tiny useless thing and Bella wondered about why God had stuck it there.
And those big juicy balls were the source of her enigma.
But it was an ideal place to tie something that could hang down to tickle your ass hole.
So I did remember some of that and how the maid had been given instructions to stop me toying with myself.
She could be so crabby at times, seemingly watching me fro every angle to see I was not breaking the rules.
Discovering myself too early.
I loved the feeling of being naked , especially after a swim at the beach.
I'd buy an icecream on the way home and lick the chocolate topping.
My curiosity about my little button with the tiny lickable tip made me instinctively want to touch it and I knew if I did that I'd get into trouble.
Memory I would learn had a lot to do with trouble.
Some were up to it to their neck.
A guy realized after it being pointed out to him that his wife had been attempting to kill him.
He'd written off his trials of food poisoning as accidents but those things kept coming and even larger schemes were hatched to finih off all the problem ones.
She'd cook the mother of all beef wellies lacing it with finely ground death caps , poisonous mushrooms.
It was the police that followed the paper trail that led to the inconspicuous acts that were not recognized as a crime.
The man sensed something was amiss and avoided the meal but he didn't warn the others as he still didn't know that a dark fiendish mind wanted them all dead.
A dry face sporting crocodile tears tried to sway the game and lies were added to change the blame.
But forensic and toxicology tests uncovered the sinister workings of the plot.
It was just a matter of pinning an idiot down and dogs trained to find data recording devices were brought in to identify or bolster the idea of there being a plot.
We will have to wait for that one.
Maybe an effort to research the poison beforehand could be a nail in her coffin.
It was a good idea to keep your nose clean anyway, I thought and I did that anyway leaving nothing that could make a paper trail that led to me.
It was funny, the police would regularly be seen dropping in and that spread rumors like wild fire.
Which I baited explaining that I was helping them solve crimes.
It was a gift I'd fostered as a , the art of reading objects.
Many had it and especially women who felt a presence in the old furniture.
Psychometry I found out later is what it's called.
You ee on a molecular even an atomic or on quantum level there was loads of room for absorption of energy.
One item that often puzzled me was the well worn half penny that had found its way deep into workings of two centuries of commodial life.
Whores, pubs, feed for your and a shine on your boots meant that this coin would change hands and slip easily into money pouches strung from belts.
Would you give the dirty thing to a ch!ld to go buy an icecream?
So anyway the police would show up sporting something that may have had a story and I was the guy to tell it.
Not just recent things either and it was just this morning that I was troubled by Ancient Egyptian matters and a scandal that took place then.
These were funerary stones and their placement and I was in argument about how the lids were put on the boxes.
That was important. Energies had to be kept in place. Energies that I was still dealing with.
In reality it was foolish to think you could hide anything.
The mind was part of an open system.
Biological for sure but electrical at its heart. And a transmuteable form of energy that didn't really care about whether you were alive or dead.
Now the foolish scientists hypothetical or not thought that time didn't come into existence at the big bang.
No beginning of time could be deduced there.
The quandary of time needed to be explained somehow and we could apply some kind of functionality with energy attached that would give it heat so we could say that absolute zero can never be nothing as long as time was in the picture.
So this seemed obvious as the soup that filled the spaces was a very dynamic one.
And multidimentioned too and time did strange thing in it.
It was the results of what time was doing that we saw and made guesses about what was going on.
Time is a rebounding kind of phenomena, with a harmonious pitch or resonance, and certain things would dance to it.
Would dance with it avoiding conflict with it thus existing without the erosion of time. A perpetual machine if you will.
Odd how an inventor could point to his perpetual motion machine not guessing that it was the existential components of that machine that proved him right. You could point at any machine and say it was perpetual. Anything in fact.
I was dealing with the perpetual. That's why the cops were coming here !
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The day night train became night plane!
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Posted:Nov 3, 2023 2:25 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 2:58 pm 7754 Views
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Was when I watched the lit up landing strip with a dreamy fog accompanied by the the dreamy sound of Lanie Gardner singing dreams, yes it was traveling and the welcoming sight of those run way lights on arriving that left you in a cloud, believing that all could be good in the World. Maybe that moment of comfort before things went horribly wrong but no one can take away our dreams. One big plus the Toyota had over the cockpit was the sweet sound of Lanie Gardner singing dreams. No one can match her.
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The whole take a dump anywhere thing, WTF ?
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Posted:Nov 3, 2023 4:51 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2023 1:30 pm 6627 Views
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If a plane wants to land just after takeoff it may decide to dump fuel.
If you're on the ground and you look up and the sky is unclouded and it starts to rain, well it could be jet fuel dropping into your eye.
How do they get away with that?
Surely big questions are being raised here and ideas of cancelling the aviation industry till it can be deemed unpolluting should be on the board.
I've surely hit a hurdle now and my plan to install more aircraft paraphenalia into the toyota 'cockpit' has taken a turn for the worst.
I'd even contemplated a shuddering re-entry shuttle function.
Having a switch in pride and place in the dashboard that says 'fuel dump' goes right against my environmental sensitivities.
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3rd gen. High pressure heroes.
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Posted:Nov 2, 2023 3:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2023 9:02 pm 6388 Views
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There was a story here that I could piece together and read if I wanted to.
The toyopta's owners manual showed that the original owner was careful about doing the oil changes and other right stuff at the exact intervals in the book.
But that was soon to change and the next owner did the first maintenance stop then nothing but beach driving permits could be found in the log book and looking at the map it was obvious what he was up to.
Wild weekends of hell for leather flings with the newly installed stereo to blast away your cares in the warm Queensland sunshine.
Also wider mag wheels were added and I knew right away how the universal joint in the drive shaft got bugged.
The mechanic deftly took it apart and flipped the rusty cup to me that was supposed to contain a bearing and grease but it had been bone dry for a long time and the vibration it put up had become a normal thing that needed the stereo turned up to counteract it.
But then miracles did happen and nowhere was there any evidence of it hitting anything hard and maybe the driver had the skill to weild the monster through difficult places without a scratch.
It had become common for people to think it was a new one as the polish was very nice indeed and that was because back then they baked the finish on and the metallic glow had a permanence about it.
So anyway so now as the third gen owner I'd put that warranted and deserved right of ownership upon it.
But in a good way and all the worn bits got chucked and renewed and the motor got refreshed with ssome new oil and things would be different now, and these old toyotas were being laundered in clubs and club meetings would find the owners describing their wide tyres and lift and stories about the crocodile infested pools that it had crawled through, sucking its precious air through the snorkel.
It was built for fun afterall though it started its life as a school bus.
I'd had fair offers for it too as people could see the care I put into it. The donk driving it had a respectable following too and was even in the luxurious lexus.
I couldn't wait to take it out on a gem field holiday and catch up with the miners and opal sellers to see if they'd uncovered anything good.
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Hit turbulance today in the toyota.
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Posted:Nov 2, 2023 6:14 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2023 11:55 pm 6103 Views
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Getting it sorted out at last and it's riding comfortably and beautiful.
The last owner had me wondering what sort of fool they were as it would develop a deep shuttering when you came up to speed and I got the mechanic to drive it.
He guessed what it was and then put it up on the hoist to show me.
It was in the rear drive shaft and he ordered the part and put it in and that fixed that and now it rides as smooth as a plane across an untroubled sky.
I decided I needed more electronics to complete the airbus experience.
I'd already adopted the walk around identifying anything that didn't look right.
Like a little smudge of dust that needed a finger to clean it off.
The sheep skin seat covers and power steering made it a dream to operate and that air fragrance was kinda like what sitting in a 380 airbus cockpit would smell like.
Maybe it would smell the way the lady pilots smelled.
Most of the flight would be done on autopilot but the tricky taxiing required a hands on bit of dexterity, working the foot brakes and joystick.
She was really quite slim and beautiful and the seat belt rested comfortably up to her cunt.
Strange to think that 20,000 horsepower was being twiddled by her effeminate small and exquisite hands.
Maybe I'd found a new hobby, to enjoy the comfort of that cockpit, in my mind anyway.
Yes the toyota was a lot like flying once you knew all the finer points of the cockpit, managing weight and fuel load and waving to the conning tower.
There's even a foldout keypad that accepts your diametrics or whatever you call them.
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I tried being shrewd and moneywise but Peter Pan.....
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Posted:Oct 31, 2023 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2023 2:07 pm 6632 Views
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Syndrome always got the better of me.
I was very limited being self sentenced to a bedroom existence.
But what an excellent idea for a character in a book.
Has it ever been done before?
Maybe that was Muriel (of Muriel's wedding) thing ,and yes I too lived for music and imagined that's all there was to it.
You lived and you listened.
I tried once to confront the World head on and got spat out, rejected and I had no aptitude for love.
Chasms lay all around me with their gaping jowls ready to consume me but if I just stayed in the bedroom all would be fine.
It wasn't just love either and assholes were dotted throughout the landscape to make it impossible to get anywhere.
But I thought of myself as smart and could actually plan how many would succumb.
I noticed dodgy had a formula too and I was just reading about a golfer who got sucked into that.
He did many deals building up a stash but took a wrong step or two and saw much of that gone, so he loosened his morals a little to allow for some insider trading and the FBI got a sniff of the trail he'd left behind.
Now he was looking at five years inside.
I'd made a killing from the early days of Bitcoin and had to find a good place to hide the loot even going to Switzerland to make an account.
So that did it for now till I could think of a way to move it.
To make it look legitimate (money laundering).
OMG how can they say it's a ponsi scheme then ask for half of it?
I remember Nicolas Cage and that first winner of survivor got a look inside a cell for being self righteous about their loot.
It was a funny World, always asking you the wrong questions.
What I needed was for Per Pan syndrome to be as effectively deranged and out of control as Schizophrenia.
A get out of jail card.
I could pursue its indoctrination into a mental illness first before admitting my crime.
Saying I was out of touch with reality, just thinking I was moving the pieces on a Monopoly board.
Not aware that the money was even real.  I had Bigdawsy to study too. He'd found an easy bypass around the troubling features of life.
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'Long hair short ass'. Is that Indian?
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Posted:Oct 31, 2023 4:52 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2023 1:45 pm 6023 Views
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There was nothing really that made sense in the World.
We knew one day that it would get wiped out by an interstellar object as it seemed that fate was inevitable.
We were in fact just 'biding our time' on this rock before being wiped from existence.
The scientists tell us that it's really a miracle that we're here at all.
So I kept these things in mind when I went to consult with the bosses on how to move the Tunnel boring machine.
We'd actually meet up at the same place where some half pissed engineers scribbled their half assed scheme onto the under side of beer coasters.
That was all they needed apparently to float the whole damn 'cockameany' thing.
Now 'long hair short ass' (me) was here to bring to life another plan drawn on beer coasters to fix the first one.
I started by comparing what they'd done to the Panama Canal and saying it needed the same kind of 'fix' I recommended that for that section we use above ground pipes and cut our losses.
I went golfing on the spectacular high plains course and decided that this was not the kind of place to fuck around with and it was not the modern approach that we desperately needed to solve the power generation needs.
Instead of pie in the sky silly projects we should pick out one place and make a success of that then use it as a model for others.
Then I showed them my well laid out plans and how the already existing infrastructure could be used to transport the raw materials for the smelters.
Why they'd never seen this begs the question of why they'd never been looking for a solution.
It was time to put all those wheels in motion and restore the manufacturing industry.
It would be a technologically advanced place and pleasant for the inhabitants who'd enjoy college life and sit under the shady trees beneath the superb blue sky.
And it would all come to pass under the eyes of the visionary who'd imagined it, he was known simply as 'long hair short ass' but don't let that belittle his impressive feats.  The creator made him that way for a reason. 
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Tooo big for the Thunderbirds !
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Posted:Oct 30, 2023 1:08 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2023 4:10 pm 5556 Views
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I'd been asked to take a look at the situation when a 2,400 ton hole boring machine got stuck.
Mrs Tracy brought in the tea and I eyed the pink salmon and Saffron on toast.
I thought they lived pretty good for a company that had to hide their rocket launching pad under the swimming pool to avoid the huge taxes that that sort of thing attracts.
Virgil was as calm as ever and when I showed him pictures of where the TBM (tunnel boring machine) was stuck he immediately thought that Thunderbird 2 could hold the answer.
I thought it would be excellent if they made an episode of getting the TBM out or even just moving again.
Though realistically I knew there was hope of beating the sidewinder episode as for pure horsepower and sheer bloody minded 'can't get this stubborn thing outta the gutter' frame of mind.
All the TBM had was that it was like a giant earthworm munching away blindly at what was in front of it and spinning a concrete cocoon around itself.
I imagined that huge screw thing that would crawl out of Thunderbird 2 could at least bore a hole so we could get to it and formulate a plan on how to get it out.
Though when we did so the fresh mountain air and blue sky seemed still a long way away.
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The air had become toxic.
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Posted:Oct 29, 2023 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2023 12:03 pm 4416 Views
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I was asked to take a look around to see if I could come up with anything.
Candice loved the fresh mountain air and I was quite taken with it too.
Fisherman found it good too and the fast flowing clear water was a place the trout loved to jump in.
Candice could be seen burying herself into the Cinderella complex and I took her cue and tried to transport myself to a better practical view by watching Alita battle angel.
You may wonder if that was an appropriate way to tackle an engineering problem but finding inspiration was the key.
Candice soon nodded off, the effects of the Cinderella effect I reasoned so I flipped the screen back to the girls playing strip golf.
On a coolish overcast day I figured it was a pleasant thing to do.
Then I went back to watching Alita battle Angel and it occurred to me that she had a similar problem with a machine stuck under water.
Miners had been removing the metal to melt it down but they didn't even know what type of metal it was.
I wondered whose bright idea it was to get 2,400 tons of machine stuck in a mountain.
Even the Thunderbirds would have trouble with that one.
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How a simple man won the World.
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Posted:Oct 28, 2023 4:02 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2023 1:48 pm 3533 Views
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In a word "algorithms"!
Sex, music and goofy stuff.
He decided to stop there and just let the algorithms do their stuff.
Everything you wanted was right there, without you needed to complicate anything.
We had Bigdaws being a goofball and watching the money roll in, so far 11 million.
Odd that the college and Uni students were often his game and who knows if their brainwashing worked out.
You know everyday had beautiful mornings, quietness and sunshine and there was no reason why I wouldn't figure it out.
Women pole dancing soon led to even bigger things and I saw this kinda chunky but wonderfully fit woman playing strip golf.
It was poetry in motion and I loved it.
But be advised that your simpleness is not something to mess with and looking further into the workings of the World can only end in heartbreak.
You need to be warned about how dark the World can be.
There is a falling off point where you can no longer be saved.
It is all written there in the algorithm.
Then why not Karma?
Why wouldn't there be an algorithm there?
I guess it was Karma that pushed me to find those forbidden places that knew not of the devastating ways of time.
For you see that time is the punisher, the force that you can never reckon with.
"In dreams I walk alone!"
Only a sightless man could find that truth.
That what you saw could cause damage.
I had to be careful about that.
Being careful about what I saw.
I could see but only in the way of a dream.
Cautiously letting my eyes see but only to confirm the dream.
The World was a scene where fun young campus girls met goofy Dawsy and tried to catch things.
It became obvious too that hand eye co-ordination was lacking in some but a whole lot of fun.
A simple man had won the World !
No one else could even come close to him by that measure.
Not the guitarist, or the sky diver, not the concert pianist or consummate violin player. It was just how it was !
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