Sinful laws.
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Posted:Oct 4, 2023 2:08 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2023 7:33 am 6600 Views
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If laws commit a sin, then what?
Using love to turn a profit, 50 strokes of the cane.
Childr*n out of wedlock, 100 strokes of the cane.
for each !
Breeding with a girl your momma don't like. Your momma's knee to your nuts ! "I gave you those balls so I'll take em back !
My doctor asked me if I've got any . ans "I don't know". She gives a laugh and says "That's the standard answer" then she took 4 vials of my blood.
I'm suspicious, did my jest invite me into trouble? Is my DNA now on file? What are they testing for, apart from Diabetes?
I feel my rights have been violated.
It should be my right to escape 'the sins of my youth' maybe a little caning may be in order but emptying my bank account over a few loose and adventurous and possibly misbehaving miniatures of myself seems harsh.
My old school is planning a reunion and I thought I'd love to go and maybe I'd bump into someone I remembered.
Maybe administrators keen on nailing down names and memories.
I had important memories too.
I remember when I was six and a guy was building the schools gate and had fitted a thick post into the ground then simply picked up his hand saw and cut the top off.
That was amazing to me as it was six inches of red hard wood and it would have taken me all day to do that.
I went home still impressed and found a thick piece of wood and clamped it down and got to sawing and it was hard work but I did cut it through and showed my pa what I'd achieved.
So if they ask for a story I've got that one.
In reality so few had shown interest in the school reunion that I imagine I'll be there on my own, sitting in the same place again where I ate my lunch.
Corn beef with pickles was a common one. Yes I would return with more corn beef with pickle sandwiches and eat them in the same place.
And recount that nothing of note has happened since I was last there.
I do cut firewood with a handsaw though and that discovery that I could do that came from that time and place.
One girl who was in my grade put up a photo of her now and she's now a tired and weary looking grandmother.
She'd played the game right and payed for it.
There is a fair chance she'll be there and she would have her own memories.
She got into boxing and building muscles and those did impress her suitors I imagine.  "Oh did you hear about 'such and such' ?" Untimely ends would be good for a conversation.
I remember a became an apprentice boat builder. Another a jockey. One went on to become a pilot.
All pride filled professions.
But I don't see the one's who were good at their marks.
Did they become bankers?
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In desert life today there's moles and truffles.
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Posted:Oct 1, 2023 1:38 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2023 11:08 am 7352 Views
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Also spotting a crack in the ground can mean there's an edible sweet potato just sitting there waiting to be dug up. Collecting seeds to make a damper was hard work and it tasted like shit.
There are bush turkeys and cats.
There were desert tribes living without knowledge of white people right up to the seventies.
Stone age man continuing with their business.
Rabbits found them first and they welcomed them as a tasty meal. Then cats and they were tasty too.
You could rub your boomerang on a piece of softwood to start a fire.
Later on when they got cars and rifles survival was easier and more interesting.
If you get far enough away you can feel something. If you don't have those skills of being able to find water in the desert then take plenty of water.
To this day about 40 per year die out there of thirst.
With satellite phones and other modern things, maybe eperbs help could be found.
In one episode Malcolm put plastic over tree branches to collect water. It doesn't hurt the tree he said.
The aborigines would find dingo pups and train them to hunt. Dingos arrived here 5000 years ago.
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I've got the most "appropriate" AI brain.
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Posted:Sep 30, 2023 11:16 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2023 1:13 pm 6809 Views
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A competition was run to find the best way for AI to operate and I won.
AI would live for music, and getting a jiggle on, in dance and sex and have replaceable cum cartridges.
Maybe condescending looks too, and a superior way to think about what a good life is.
The problem AI is coming like the vestal newborn that it is and we've had to snatch at the AI toolbox handle to make quick decisions about how it should behave and think.
It is in essence educating you and watching out for you, helping you make more in tune decisions so you can lead a better life.
I'm all about appropriate music and synchronous acts.
Don't buy the first you find, they're bound to be on special if you look around.
I want a new take on Christmas parties and New Year celebrations with AI taking charge and wanking themselves on the countdown to the new year, exploding their goodness onto the World as the milestone arrives.
A girl showed off her off spring to me expecting congratulations for producing some very sensibly proportioned models of the human but we had to wait on how they'd construe the world.
Although they were pleasing on the eye we couldn't calculate the kind of insanity that hid in their midst.
Did they possess some alluring and deceptive quality that made those around them lose there senses and fall victim to the higher IQ subterfuge that was taking place.
I wanted my AI to live pretend life to the fullest and have wicked orgasms.
Rolling eyes and tilted back heads as they dispensed their loads.
Yep those AI's know how to party !
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I want to go deeper than everyone else !
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Posted:Sep 29, 2023 4:11 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2023 9:31 am 6848 Views
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"You need some rules dude!"
My friend 'Chirpo' was getting on my case, about my nonconformist ways and I decided to kill two birds by getting stoned and I happened to mention something that was bothering me.
The school I'd attended so long ago decided to have an open day for all past students and they got to talking about how teachers would encourage the students to plant time capsules in the schools playground.
One student was overcome by fear and dread when someone suggested they did one or two up, as she was sure she was set up and that slanderous things about her had been put in the time capsule from her particular year of doing one.
Everyone gave out a laugh and they reasoned that there was a whole graveyard of time capsules by the roots of the old oak tree and that they possibly went back a hundred years to when the school was built.
I'd always been keen on planting time capsules and I considered myself a modern Herodotus or Xenophon, who had that power to reach far through time and bridge a contact to inquiring minds far ahead in time.
My fanciful goal was to use a time capsule to communicate with people ten million years into the future and design and make a machine capable of using mechanical means to alert any survivors to its presence.
And in that capsule there'd be a snapshot of life as it was in my time.
Bizarrely twisted perhaps to abate my need for humor.
Now I had to consider what people would be like in ten million years if they did progress that far.
They'd surely be large brained by then and thus would be capable of extraordinary things.
All would 'mensa' capable and perform masterly solo feats on complicated musical instruments.
They'd have moved far from the primal desire of war and not see any need for weapons.
It would be orderly and unpolluted and a complete knowledge of habitable planets that fell within exploration distance would be had.
But that ultimate goal was still some time away but that wouldn't stop me from having some fun and I took to that school ground early morning armed with an auger and decided to bore a hole a few feet down there and carefully bury my history lesson and meticulously erase any tell tale traces of it being there.
I put a snapshot of World affairs in it and some fairly bizarre stuff too, I included some pics and stories of the golfer John Daly who captured peoples interest by the way he lived.
He'd lost fifty million dollars in fifteen years from gambling and I also put some trillion bank notes in there that were once legal tender.
I included pics from the space telescopes and pics from the moon's surface and magazines about our view of space and if it was really going to be millions of years till anyone reads it they obviously would have a much different language by then.
But probably some ground penetrating radar would find in first in the not too distant future.
On an odd note I wondered how I'd resolve my feelings about time.
I remember dealing with the appalling predicament of having to get through a year.
A year seemed a terrifying long time and I remember the slow turn of the seasons that brought changes in the weather and temperatures.
And what was the rest of the World like?
Was the place that suited me best out there?
I'd already developed a city way of looking at things when still very young. I dreamed of a place where you were free to roam and there was no fences or signs to cramp your need for adventure.
And explore I did, on the lookout for hidden places that had their own take of time. A tree two thousand years old would draw from me a wonder and willingness to gather what it had accrued during its long existence.
Of its own thoughts about time, and if it was a slave or master of time.
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Hit the erase button !
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Posted:Sep 27, 2023 3:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2023 2:46 pm 7609 Views
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If you knew everything that was in there, in my head that is you'd be getting my snapshot of the world.
Once I'd decided to try camping, what could go wrong with that.
A pretty girl had snuck up unbeknownst and asked me if I was pulling myself.
The tent thing makes you vulnerable and people will trap you, after all you're on a public space that belongs to everyone.
She said her boyfriend didn't have enough to keep her happy and I had to be made aware of that.
Did they want a threesome? She was kinda hot but why me?
We went to a bar that night and she wanted to dance so yeah we did and she pressed her warm titts against me.
I was immediately excited and awkward too.
It didn't take much to get me in a bonking mood.
Maybe they were pulling a scam or something I was unfamiliar with.
Her boyfriend and I decided to go out and play some golf and she decided to come along for the walk.
Her thighs were really pretty and I guess she was showing them off wearing a short dress for my benefit.
He maybe wanted out and thought it would be fun to help her find a date.
Maybe he couldn't get it up at all and couldn't continue with the travesty.
They were new to traveling too, so they were perhaps not sure of the ropes and the accepted behaviors.
I thought she'd be a wicked parent, and she'd knock on her bedroom doors politely asking them if they were pulling themselves.
Her laugh was infectious and everything about her made me want to bonk her even more.
Some about me or something I was doing was turning her on and I had no idea what that was.
An innate gift I had that some guys dreamed of having.
That was one thing they didn't warn you about meditation and you'd develop this superpower with your mind.
You'd drop into things and enjoy them just as much.
I'd worked out that my dead faced joker stints were a hit and I practiced them like rehearsing a stage performance, then a girl who'd worked on a TV drama suggested I try out for a role, and I was initially petrified, but she talked me into it, "just be yourself and everything will take care of itself". She told me. "They'll love you!"
It was when I watched the tape back that I got a glimpse of what others were seeing in me, it was like a transparency had left my inner workings open for anyone to see.
The rush of life was taking me on a journey and all my thoughts on the bizarre experience were written plainly on my face.
The role I'd chosen didn't leave me any room for deception. I was playing it straight and my characters love interest was a sweet blond girl who made the matters of life seem simple.
I was being taught the basic matters of life. What was expected of me but my screwy character would play off a slant on reality to dodge all the bullets headed my way.
But inside I hid a secret, and as much as I tried to repress it the more it wanted to great the daylight.
Something inside wanted to break out in a ditty of song and dance as if that was the true medium that I was comfortable with.
I wanted to make people laugh and lose their senses and self awareness and laugh till they cried.
I knew if I started out every day with the right ritual I was sure to build something.
I would understand the workings of the world and be able to fit all its pieces together to make it work. Everything that made me question as to why it was there would be allowed to flourish.
To give of itself in volumes of unabated displays of passion. Theater was for bringing together and making work what in real life fell short !!!!
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Meditation and SR (semen retention) do they fit together?
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Posted:Sep 26, 2023 4:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2023 8:42 pm 7357 Views
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Just having my morning cursive perusal of anything that looks interesting on Utube over the morning cuppa, and I'd never seen anything about the science of SR before.
Also I stumbled onto a distraught fella who states that masturbation ruined his life.
After all the losses in life he'd suffered he was now prematurely old, weakened by his love of masturbation.
I mean WTF? I didn't even know of such a thing and jibes about going blind as a result of doing it were taken by me as a joke.
It seems very hard too to not be into it especially when you're young.
I remember thinking about abstinence and wondered if I could do it and I was fifteen the first time I tried it.
I wasn't what I thought I could be, a studious careful and intelligent type.
No not at all, I was surrounded by idiotic pitfalls and people and I darn't make a move without falling into one.
I gave it another go when I was thirty and it had no chance of success.
But now I did come to love meditation and it is well documented on how some achieved the various stages of heightened senses by simply denying yourself.
I remember that one old guy said he felt the same wondrous feelings that he'd felt as a b*y when first being touched by wanton urges.
Bullshit ! he was obviously committing some fraud here , was my thoughts but I did dabble with Tantric sex and found I could stay hard for an hour or more, till I got bored with it and moved on to other things but still not the incredible feelings I'd had as a young .
Sex was so good I could only manage to shut it out for a few seconds.
Then the mind bending and altering highs from activities in the lifestyle.
But somehow I viewed life as a torment, not worth pursuing, and a mistake to fashion its existence.
The other me who wanted to be a staid science minded 'thinker' wanted due recognition.
Away from this 'candy addict' getting highs from sugar dusted buns filled with stewed apple and whipped cream.
I'd punish myself, burying myself in science magazines that brought me respectability and I'd fill my draws with them for any inquisitive folk to find who pondered what I was into.
But meditation had taken its hold on me and gave me a superpower if you could call it that.
It was the ability to hold a thought and this lead to me being able to recapture the thoughts and feelings I'd thought were long gone and I stumbled into the "virgin garden" where my earliest thought of sex were still existing.
And I knew then that those old mans boasts were true that he had made that connection to his early years.
This and SR were the tools that opened a whole new world of thinking and doing the business of life. At times I'd lived my early life simply too, existing in nature catching fish and being friends with the wildlife and what a magical feeling can be had from that, and yes even that came back. I was back where I started, like time had given me a break.
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"God did the Lambada!"
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Posted:Sep 22, 2023 7:23 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2023 2:17 pm 1694 Views
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The professor continued his rant, and it was of course a prelude before getting down to what time actually was.
And it was time that allowed for movement.
Now movement was as sly as the card shark cheating at his game or magician producing doves from seemingly nowhere.
But we see in circus tricks and in dancers too how this could work.
This being the whole schamoosal.
How energy worked.
The delivery was captivating and we caught a glimpse of the all knowing one captivating the audience with his latest trick.
And it wasn't just by giving something a push and saying there I've solved a large part of the problem of reducing energy but then he decided to give things a twist and rotation was suddenly a thing.
This was how Genesis should have read but the concept of energy was beyond those early thinkers.
On the first day God did the Lambada and everything began to revolve like clockwork, from the biggest to the smallest and God invented gravity so that parts could revolve as if they were attached to an axle.
"The conservation of angular momentum is the force and when taken to extremes it reveals a darker side to how centrifugal principles work." The Dr seemed to be getting down to the nitty gritty of what he had on his mind and that was that forces could dissolve and regenerate in principles whilst energy conservation remained constant.
It allowed for God to continue what he was about and every hurdle that got in the way would have a solution.
Ultimately even social ones.
Social matters were not made of bricks and mortar and as unyielding as they seemed they could give way to overriding pressures.
On the seventh day god invented music to relax the inhabitants so they could "chill" off for a while.
Then seemingly insurmountable boundaries could be crossed and reproduction could continue.
Because that's what I was getting at.
You had to have a screw missing to want to get involved with it.
But somehow aliens had solved the puzzle and they'd continued to exist long after the forces of love and salacious concupiscence. Errr ''lust".
Had served their purpose.
Why would I want to throw that in the bin?
I was such biding my stray thoughts not paying attention to my surroundings when I heard an inquiring voice.
"Excuse me mister, but what are you doing?'
I regained my senses to discover that a young girl had wandered away from the group I'd been studying below to find me there and now I had to find a reason for being there.
I knew I had to be careful as answers just plucked out of thin air had a way of rebounding off accusers to bring me discomfort.
What do you do? was a question that so far had trapped me very awkwardly.
My questioners were apt to pry for any profit they could get from me.
People were awkward things to deal with and why did I always finish up on the back foot?
"I'm a poet" I blurted out and I had to value my comment in the same time space as my interrogator. Then answering her next question before she'd asked it, I defensively stated that I wrote poems in my head only, not needing pen or paper as they only got in the way and couldn't keep up with my inventive text.
My home place was sought as I looked different to the ones who lived here and her excitement at finding me drew the attention of those below and they made their way through the rocky passage to greet me.
Now repeating my answers I told them that my home is far removed from there and my means of travel were beyond the ordinary.
They looked at my machine and it was then that the white haired old man caught up, catching site of my time machine and issuing a wide eyed sense of amazement and a great Scott exclamation.
"I knew it would happen" he explained "and like my worst fears another has solved the riddle of how to cross the space time continuum."" Pleased to meet you!" he put out his hand in greeting and I could feel his respect that he'd extend to a fellow inventor and scientist. He'd taken a step towards my machine asking me enthusiastically what did she run on?
I explained the mineral that was found on Earth and the theory about it being a remnant of a long lost star system that contained a super dense red dwarf that got caught up in the supernova of its twin star and got destroyed.
He looked fascinated and then the question. "Are you from Earth ?" came at me like a bolt and ..................Distracted my thoughts then returned to my mission to find out how the huge stones were moved."Yes"
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Time for something 'clean & moony'.
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Posted:Sep 14, 2023 6:20 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2023 10:56 am 12359 Views
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As a collector of timepieces I'd begin the day matching my time piece to the day's mood or tasks.
Watches could be so much, with faces that could be tacos and rev counters of bikes and supercars, and have detachable headphones for the engine sounds as you revved them up.
Being a Steampunk too but don't get me started on that.
Defining also as to what kind of a 'wanker' you are?
The Brietling kind perhaps with a mother of peal face and hardened crystal so it takes the knocks of the day just as well as you do.
So long as it catches the light in a superlative way.
And presents a different approach.
A different approach to working with time.
Whether pilot or assassin you make time work for you.
Fast women need to be timed too ,and hair styles fly by the crow.
I haven't visited a worksite in years and you know I don't get it, why you'd waste your time with that. Or fuss over dials and calculators and if you'd truly made it surely there'd be just a simple but perplexingly 'ask that question' again and this time let's dispense with anything not essential with that mission in mind.
It's time for god sake, there's no need to over complicate that.
Well for science maybe and you'd have a box that looked like a bomb timer with haste built into the design and a red wire that you could cut to stop it.
My earliest thoughts about time still stuck in my head , how intolerable it was to wait for time to pass. It seemed a wicked thing that needed some kind of resolution. Not just in how it was perceived (drugs) but something real that would turn it from master to slave.
My efforts first started along those lines from reading Jules Verne and watching the time machine movie and those explored the complications of what it was like to move through time in a much accelerated and directional way.
Friendships would suffer and the cleaning lady would stick to her duties and eventually succumb to grey hairs and unwilling joints.
The curse was set but its measure was to be understood and worked against.
It then became a way to share that freedom with the creator who had no need to age or even abide by his own rules.
I showed up in that new place and was surprised by the industrious workers building those stone monuments. But why stone?
Had wood lost its appeal and functionality?
Stone had that permanence about it and it vibrated.
Yes it vibrated to sound and it was filled with micro currents from the combination of conductors and insulators and a tension existed between them and that tension could be used to gain a handle on the forces of gravity and be used to lift those stones as heavy as they were.
We've seen this in other ways too and a levitating craft left imprints that showed that it was heavy, that although the aim was to defeat gravity, the mechanism had to have a certain mass to achieve that, in an anti-gravitational way that is.
It was another clue to how the anti-gravity problems should be approached.
I'd positioned myself some distance away hidden from view by the impressive forest trees and I thought I would just wait and I put the headphones on and enjoyed some Gregorian music to pass the day.
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Full oxytocin overload.
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Posted:Sep 13, 2023 4:20 pm
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2023 5:55 pm 11618 Views
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Had a quicky at level two again just to 'touch base'.
But it was no longer the opponent it once was.
We are born to be warriors, finding that fulfilling challenge, conquering that then rising to the next one.
Despite the effort of the mind numbing influence of the rule makers we could escape and forge a new path through the welcoming valleys that would come into view once we hit the road.
And so it was that my next trip through time took me to the master builders of stone.
I'd still not discovered how they'd moved those massive blocks and I thought if I could pick that up I could return to the Queens birthday party and move a stone for her.
I'd just accepted that having a Queen was a good place to be and it reminded me of teachers, that females were better at it, no matter if they were quirky at times.
A male teacher had gone through my notes , quite apart from seeking permission to do so and finding something suitable asked me to present my ass for the necessary spanking.
Why don't we put cameras in every school room to monitor them?
I refused and I decided to walk out and head towards the police station.
He duly blocked my path asking me to return to class but I would defend myself if it came down to it.
I had my knife tucked into my belt and I had the experience now. I'd put my drunk abusive father in hospital only days before.
The neighbor wanted to know what the commotion was about.
Was he intending to laugh and get off on it?
But rumors surfaced about what was happening at a nearby girls school and the strict Nuns were every bit as perverse as a male could be.
I wondered how I could improve my memory of knowledge and it felt good to to be knowledgeable.
It could lead somewhere.
Make discoveries and opportunities possible and be a way out of the shithole I'd found myself in.
Yes, I wanted to prevail !
Oh one got chased by that teacher beyond the gates and he jumped over the parked and moving cars of the parents who'd come to pick up their and it all looked pretty dangerous.
Now signs stop cars going there at all at certain times.
Every time I looked at those signs I'd return to that scene with the dashing over those cars to get away.
It was a clue to how memory worked and like it or not it was a tool you could use like Acronyms, rhymes and songs, even laughter.
It was the language of the brain and I won medals and accolades which my brother begrudged me any congratulations and he made his excuses why he hadn't achieved any such thing.
I became fascinated with electric fields and drew the sinusoidal shapes and plotted points wherever it looked interesting.
Gateways existed that were in plain sight and I did wonder why no one had made a fuss of them.
Places showed where you could just drop through into other dimensions.
The square root of two was equal to two plus two. What a perfect place to use to escape.
Time showed itself as an arc, and once that was known you could find the connection to electromagnetic fields.
It showed how brilliant the design of the atom was and the pride that its inventor must have felt when they'd realized they'd built the perfect machine.
It represented the whole but now independently, like a Universe within a Universe.
But if the polarity would change then it would become a new beast, a fiend that went against the grain. Antimatter ! 
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