The tumult beneath the sea.
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Posted:Oct 26, 2023 3:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2023 8:42 am 5523 Views
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It wasn't above the natives to invent Gods and Goddesses to explain away the actions of the Earth and point blame at who was at fault.
So then a ripple was spotted that soon became waves they knew what was about to occur.
Then the dome appeared from out of nowhere and Calen withdrew her sword as the monster seemed to thrust itself from the sea.
It shone with a deathly sheen and magnificence its slopes too steep to climb and its top had what looked like a menacing port that could open at any moment to spew its load.
And thus it did and people ran or swam for their lives.
Some were left open mouthed, seeing the destruction for the first time.
They could guess what was to follow and then wave after wave rocked that precipitous scene.
No sooner had one convulse passed than another appeared.
It was the way it was.
My companion exclaimed that the Earth seemed to have grown a soul and wanted to let us know that our misdeeds all came with a heavy price to pay.
Then struggling with their heavy burden of possessions they searched the island shoreline for any still ripe coconuts.
One sang "Come Mr tallyman tally me banana!" "Daylight come and me wanna go home!"
We knew that song and what a clusterfuck the World was. amen !
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Don't forget the plot.
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Posted:Oct 25, 2023 4:25 pm
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2023 8:47 am 5882 Views
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I was watching 'inventing the Abbotts' DVD movie and the intensity is building but it's taking its time to get anywhere.
But the scenery is nice and the 50's set has a lot of collector classic cars and that's nice.
I suspect reality wasn't that neat though and it reminded me of a pic I had from the 50's of a place near where I lived.
It was of a young woman next to her car. A very stylish one too with an open top. If I could find the pic.
Car design faltered in many ways after the 50's. to me anyway.
The stylish bmw 507 is something I could chug about in and later on it was brought back in about 2000 as Bmw drivers had forgotten how to smile.
Even bringing back a 50's style grill to bang on the front of a modern Bmw.
The 50's were kind of suffocating to me, lacking the modern shortcuts.
It was too easy to get 'stuck' , trapped into a life with death the only way out.
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I can still write a true one about a hot woman.
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Posted:Oct 24, 2023 8:38 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2023 12:43 pm 6514 Views
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I've known a lot of women and there was no point locking one in a cage with me to make things happen.
Everything was exquisite about this one and where did that pull come from?
As a kind of writer I really couldn't avoid 'dicey' and even troubling things that were hard to touch.
Mentally but my God she made me horny.
She had that backside that you couldn't ignore and maybe if I described it properly you'd see what I meant.
You'd be battling to find one like it by just heading out into the street with a pile of cash in your pocket.
Even though you'd have fun trying.
Her backside was exquisitely curved in the right places but when she bent across the table her cunt had a way of thrusting itself out at you.
The cotton of her pants was too thin to hide it and you could make out her fat preponderant cunt lips.
She was obviously designed to be inseminated.
She tried to put me onto her friend and that may have made sense to her but her friend did not stir a thing inside me.
Apart from awkwardness.
True I had no love to write about but I could be spurned on to become a fiend for fucking.
And a soul filled with a need for stimulation.
So now maybe I could find a movie that could fill that need.
The movie reviews are almost meaningless, like sitting at the no one spot is Space 2000, that highly laundered masterpiece that I'd tried to watch a couple of times but couldn't get through it.
Nothing to interest me there.
Paris can wait is one I'm exceptionally fond off and Heart breaker and many more.
While the World seems to be on a collision course with hell, can I find something pretend that makes it all look logical and destined for a good and appropriate future.
My take on movies was a lot like that of books, that they had the good bit that made it worth your effort.
I should perhaps separate my dvd collection to have a Paris dedication in that my fantasies could thrive in that pretend place.
I'm certain now that I was just in the wrong place.
If you've seen any of these you've liked then let me know. 
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They all fell over. You should too.
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Posted:Oct 24, 2023 10:01 am
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2023 8:52 pm 5978 Views
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In China the last one standing pays the bills. Ccp did that. Culpable damage I think it's called. Don't go to China. If you plan on eating out. What's on your plate could have been in a garbage bin. There's nothing left to do but show the world your asshole !
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Some had 'petite junk' and weren't able to hold their own.
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Posted:Oct 23, 2023 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2023 12:44 pm 8627 Views
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There was an Island where unnatural things were happening.
Crazy and unlawful abiding scientists and biologists 'cracked the code' and could make "T" s at will.
The "T"s weren't strong enough to stand by any kind of dogma or aggressive stance as their junk didn't warrant that.
But they had a cuteness about them.
Tiny almost toy like little packages of balls that had a way of being pinned when they were "mustered".
The "t"s were seen as unthreatening and they were more interested in "T" parties and pets than a collection of handguns.
Mostly that is but my navy buds all practiced and were good at their skills with holsters.
They'd give the "T"s more respect.
I can't really say what those scientists who'd cracked the "T" code were on about.
Did they plan on overthrowing the World and giving it to the "T"s ?
There was some kind of libation of justice going on.
Something quirky too about how feminine those "T"s were.
With cute little habits.
You'd find that out too if you fucked one.
Tie up her little ball set first as they liked that.
Even rough em up a bit, as the "T"s loved that.
Some guys would pay to be their pretend teachers who'd get to discipline the "T"s on their cute asses.
I don't really know what the point of all this was.
More to do with creating art or perhaps a way of slipping into a more civilized state.
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I'll tell you a secret.
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Posted:Oct 20, 2023 4:36 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2023 1:25 pm 13794 Views
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Most movies suck ! I watched some of the quick and the dead last night and it had some bright moments (sharon's ass) , and Gene's performance had some grit but it falls a little flat.
Really I like Happy Gilmore better and it reminded me of a high point, a real life duel on the golf course.
Tiger owned the top three places and it was on a match with John Daly that on one hole where Tiger bombed one from the tee over a water carry that Daly teeing it up had the weight of the expectant viewers seeing if he could match it.
And not only match it he bombed it 30 yards past tiger.
A truly memorable golf moment.
Daly was like the real happy Gilmore and he developed an enormous fan base.
He made you laugh and feel good just watching him tee it up ready for his drive.
We need movies that can take you places, and some do have that magic.
The parent trap with Lindsay Lohan boldly asking "like Annie?"
Or we could go down the dystopian future path of a cruel but honest apocalyptic future.
The early Mad Max stuff was what I liked best and the goofy chopper pilot spring from the dust made me laugh with joy.
I'd been involved with movies and acting since my youth and certain things attracted my attention.
Mainly my perverse touch on porn.
Ideas about slaves in ancient times being at the mercy of cruel Goddesses took my fancy.
Really my fancy was hard to define.
If I could combine everything and put it all into one movie.
The point is often lost on creators and they should rely on close critical analysis to stop them from making mistakes.
I was looking around at the Mad Max set thinking I could do much better with the scenes and plot and decided to contact my old boss to see what she thought.
She was a very single minded T, and you couldn't really tell what she was thinking, to look at her.
A lot was going on in her head, and she was caught between her own ideas and the wants of her wealthy .
I was paid for my strict code of silence.
In one scene I remember the dominatrex showing her pupil the array of glass bottles and asking him to chose one.
The castratex would be arriving soon so it was best that he made his choice now.
He had to think about the size of the container and decorative appeal of the jar.
A small one that held his balls compactly seemed really cute and that decorative facade on the glass made the balls look cute by not showing too much detail.
I liked the scenes too and cutting to slow motion shots.
One had a fantasy about cock whipping and it took a lot of preparation to get that done right.
We had the frames per second rate set at the maximum as the bull whip tip met the penis tip.
It was really exquisite in slow motion as the bullwhip tip met the languid and unsuspecting tip of the penis.
The tip took the strike and a shock wave ripple went through the organ, as if it was a thinking thing roused into a cognitive reflex about the assault.
When you flicked back to real life speed it was over in a milli second and the the cock was just snatched from the air with a sharp bite from the whip and the little guy smacked hard against the victim and rebounded with a forceful whack up against the crotch.
It all looked wonderful in slow motion and the got what he wanted.
A short personalized movie that could still bring a tear to his eyes long after being shot.
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Reading about the end times &
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Posted:Oct 19, 2023 4:28 pm
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2023 4:45 pm 9894 Views
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Gog and Magog, and I realized I've seen a lot and had entered and exited an Existencial age without really getting involved in it.
I said to the girl "You look happy in that one !" and she replied '"Oh yes I was happy right there, and it mainly due to getting out of that dump".
The world seemed to have so much to offer but I would retreat into my mind, too scared to take my ambitions into the real world.
It was going good and I even shocked myself at how mature I sounded.
"You know those school pics really tell a story and I guess it was me that was responsible for having those two 6th grade photos."
She looked surprised and no wonder as I'd kept what happened to myself.
I pointed out the other photos with me and the teacher next to each other. There was the footy team one and school athletics one all with that teacher beside me.
"He was a pervert!"
"I reported him to the police and that's why he magically disappeared one day".
I had no idea what the next school year would bring and the early coming of age that had me sitting in class listening to this gorgeous and petite female teacher striving for our attention.
Sometimes she got cross and made us write stuff and I sat away from the class sporting a hardon under the desk.
She had a thing for me too and so did other girls and one cornered me in an awkward position.
I was interested in discovering what life things the girl at the reunion had got into and once it seemed safe I did ask.
Once that was settled I sunk into describing the apocalyptic fantasy world I'd slipped into.
I'd even built the machines I'd need to travel and defend myself with.
I knew it sounded nuts and she smiled and asked if I still lived around there.
"Me?, oh no it was the wayward and alone places that I sought, that provided the space and inspiration that I needed".
Even got some of my stuff used in the Mad Max set. "Red dirt and sunshine was all I needed!"
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Mr Potter.
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Posted:Oct 17, 2023 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2023 2:16 pm 12250 Views
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It was amazing to think about it all now at just what could be got away with at that scho*l.
A I read about the girls comments from so long ago.
Mr Potter was in charge of the small room. The one where the first aid kit was held.
There was a table in there too and it makes me wonder what its original purpose was.
Maybe the building design just left a little space there that had to be found a use.
Anyway so the room backed onto a corridor so that the classes could hear what was going on in there.
Mr Potter had a reputation too and the g!rls all knew it.
It was 30 cuts with the cane and nothing short would do.
Us boys wondered why g!rls couldn't mend their wayward habits as it seemed to be always them getting into trouble.
It soon surfaced that Mr Potter would make the girls stand up to the table with their hands placed out onto it.
This made them bend over the table a little and presented their little bums at an appropriate angle.
The class was always quiet when a g!rl was taken to that room and we knew we'd hear that g!rl when the caning started.
Even the briskness of the cane strokes could be made out as the crisp whack was always following the whip of the cane through the air.
There was one g!rl in particular that interested me.As though she existed on a higher level than the rest of us.
There was no way that she'd ever be lucid enough to anything that may require correction.
Always so prim and propper.
I looked at her in the class photo and now with experience I could imagine the person she'd grow into.
Someone you'd be best to not tangle with, as her shrewdness would be your undoing.
Even back then I thought there was something dangerous about her.
She kind of looked down at me and mocked me for my simple practical jokes.
I was always trying to get a laugh and felt vindicated for being foolish.
We competed with paper plane contests and it was really fun getting one to work.
Us b*ys could get away with anything it seemed.
But all that changed when we got a substitute teacher and she was a hard assed old bitch and all of a sudden the b*ys every move was put under question.
I was a bit slow catching on though and continued on my way and was shocked and surprised when she called me out for my illicit behavior.
She sent me to wait outside the class by the room I'd spoken of.
It felt so lonely being away from the class and it seemed I was waiting forever.
She'd taken the place of Mr Potter as the corrections teacher and I presume now had heard of his role and perhaps his bias.
She was going to straighten that one out though and now I look at the picture of that "up herself g!rl" and know her feeling of 'at last' finally a boy is going to get it, and I get to hear it happen. It made the sch*ol reunion awkward.
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