They'd got them just where they wanted them, but......
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Posted:Aug 31, 2023 7:58 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2023 12:47 am 7092 Views
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Who's to say that was the right way to do it?
After all no law or constitution covered the most defining way that the population was being shaped.
The Naplan tests proved it and that margin gap was ever widening and now it seemed that boys IQ would forever be on the back foot behind females.
But how had this occurred?
Surely such a breach of human rites would cause consternation amongst the right minded protagonists.
Many boys were actually leaving school unable to read or write properly.
The Fems had done that and now they'd also developed a plan to put into concrete the the damage they'd caused.
I asked the nurse I'd found worth a second glance what her previous experience in the profession was and it was no surprise to me that she'd worked in a STD clinic and that explain her deft ability to pry out the boy's concerns.[br["It was okay, you can talk about that stuff to me!'
"Come on, let's have a look !"
I felt ashamed of my stringent adherence to God law that tempered any experimentation that had popped into my mind.
She perhaps sensed my good self and wondered about it.
She put me at ease by describing the life she'd come from and how a girls needs were simple.
I thought that's what we need here, simplicity.
Because I couldn't even be bothered framing the relevant questions.
It all seemed so bland. I heard some with the yachts would steam out into international waters to protect themselves from the prying eyes of government.
I took the questionnaire from her proffering hand and gave it a quick glance before I planned to dismiss it but then the questions caught my eye and I thought something mischievous was possible.
like , 'what is the main reason for remaining childless?' So that was it then, to get at the crux of the declining population. I'd never thought about it but I wrote down that I didn't really identify with either sex so just felt good about myself the way I was, not that keen on conquest with the other sex.
That was great I thought and I imagined a reader may get tickled by that.
I'd recently done a T up the ass whilst she pulled herself and played with her balls.
How is it possible to have so much fun without that dreaded 'did I accidentally knock her up ' feeling.
It was nothing short of a evolution loophole.
I'd fucked her up her loophole !
But this nurse was fun and once the others left the room there was nothing stopping us.
I knew she'd pick up on all my lucid thoughts and imaginings as that was proven to me again and again that that's what happened.
What kind of raunchy things was she into? There was that edge about her that drew me in, I had to be patient to let those pictures take shape in my mind.
I decided to let my mind drift back to that warm and sunny day in the forest.
The air was vibrant and alive with the sounds of nature and Liz told me to relax as she tied the blind fold onto me.
It was those sensuous sadistic sensations that drew my attention, when she'd brought attention to the balls.
And what was that crawling on the head of my cock. I quickly found out that she'd transferred one of the stinging insects there fro my hat that was sitting on the ground and I knew how they'd raise there ass as they plunged their harpoon into the soft head.
She video'd it too for me to watch later. I was immediately hard as a rock but keeping still so as not to disturb the stinging 'fiend' on the head.
But now not one as she'd moved more from my hat that attracted them onto my head.
I remembered taking a sting from one of them once before jut there on the head before whilst camping and man it really stung bad.
So I knew what was to come. Only I didn't as she'd use the strap the squash the buggers,momentarily forgetting apparently what they were perched on and I had a mixture of a feeling of joyful revenge that that insect got what was coming to it and the sharp shattering the senses pain that exploded through me, and I was later shown that on vid and my stiff caught the strap deflecting up to a point where it refused to yield any more,taking the brunt of the blow squarely on the head.
Her curt and courteous grin showed the fun she was having.
I could hear the campfire popping and the smoke started drifting our was.
I thought of the pot of water we'd left by the fire and I thought it would be a good time to give her a sponge bath. To explore her form with the sponge all the time, doing it unashamedly whilst placating my hardened cock with just a little longer now then maybe a little foreplay first, tickling that wanton cunt with my tongue before finally playing with her opening with the head, waiting for her sign that she was ready and lifting her buttocks up from the camp bench so I could get a finger to her asshole.
I guessed I'd slipped into a trance and then I noticed the nurse's voice tempting me back to the present.
"We're having a break, would you like some tea?" "Oh yes that'd great !"
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Immature and repressed, WTF? Birth of a simp?
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Posted:Aug 30, 2023 3:48 pm
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2023 3:48 pm 6359 Views
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I'd decided to accept the offer of a medical checkup and I noticed I had five nurses watching on.
I'd soon have this sorted out and be on my way to fulfill my own agenda.
They suggested it would work much better without my shirt and upon doing this they suggested my pants too should go and as I wasn't wearing underwear I was then completely naked and they stuck some sort of electrode all over me.
The watchers all looked on with unblinking emotionless eyes and faces and maybe they were just waiting for the fun bit where they took my fluids as part of a nationwide program to have a DNA profile available for crime solving purposes and other stuff.
One girl from the five watching me was summoned as she 'had the best hands' to extract a semen sample, and I thought this was odd and worthy of a good objection from me but I really was in a peaceful state after so many years of meditation.
I tried to remain motionless as the girl used her delicate touch to make me hard and she lovingly plied my load from me and then like milking a snake of its venom held the vial expertly to catch my little guys 'puking head' like a complaining but complying rattle snake that it was.
I thought she'd been brought in from the veterinary clinic just to perform this task, but then as this planet didn't have any animals apart from the Queens cats that I'd got for her it was a specifically human orientated talent that she had.
Then once that was done they asked me to write something and I chose a Shakespeare poem that gave an insight into the mismatch that existed between carnal desire, love and the impractical sexual logistics.
It was truly heartfelt too and writing it brought back my earliest recollections of dreams that could only ever come true in a topsy turvey world, a world like I was in.
They'd omitted a vital part of how my contribution would work and I realized my whole visit was being recorded and played to prospective breeders and they wanted to meet me first to chat and bring on smiles.
I was filled with a sense of irony at the destructive maelstrom that was my youth and these pretty girls would misconstrue the first kick they felt as a welcoming gesture whereas it was more like 'let me out so I can rip your "fuckin" head off'.
These girls were so pretty I had thoughts about doing things the old fashioned way but society had moved on from that here and males had become 'simps' that held their peace and did as they were told.
But I did have a tool that afforded me to escape from all this, and maybe it was time to move on and I finally deciphered enough of the code the doc left behind to be able to use it as a way track him through the space time continuum.
And find out the nature of the 'flat tire' that left him stranded there.
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"I told you never to go in there !"
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Posted:Aug 29, 2023 3:38 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2023 12:16 pm 6794 Views
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Which made me want to do it even more.
I was only young at the time, not even grown out of my school uniform.
She loved that too.
Made me wear it whenever she had something on her mind.
She wouldn't tell me what, exactly.
But I could see the cogs turning in her mind.
I felt the coarseness of her sleeve as she sought to gain control of me.
I felt a little embarrassed about my tiny balls.
The quickness of her strike took me by surprise, and OMG what a wonderous thing it was to get my nuts shattered by her balled up knuckles.
To me I wasn't worthy enough to be trapped between her magnificent thighs.
I was high on rejection.
But in reality I was fighting women off and I learnt all their looks.
Their communication was cleanly bypassing my brain, and I'd shy away from their intense eyes as they saw straight through me.
So when I saw those beautifully shaped Harley Quinn thighs I knew II was a goner.
She'd break my nuts and I'd feel rewarded.
Can't say I could justify that in any logical or intelligent way.
Even after I'd spent years meditating I still couldn't fit it into a suitable box.
It was what it was!
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"Bootes void", what does it tell you?
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Posted:Aug 24, 2023 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2023 2:28 pm 7047 Views
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I'd been studying the crypted images that were left on the rock and there was some sort of equation like a puzzle and it seemed to be saying solve me and the next part of the riddle will become known.
I was beginning to get a picture of the individual responsible for the early scribbles and thoughts of Pythagoras and Archimedes popped into my head.
A stray map pointed at the Bootes void and I wondered what they were trying to say.
It was an area a third of a billion light years across that was noticeably dark and devoid of anything, there was nothing there that would fill a God with pride in 'I made that according to my plan'.
Maybe God had enough on his hands to be able to reach everywhere.
I wondered if this intrepid philosopher had built a telescope and even a workshop.
That he'd stumbled on something important like a theory on how the Universe appears to be growing quite healthily but once you understood how light worked you could see how basic physics was being clouded and that destructive forces were eating away at the edges of the Universe like an enzyme converting any plazma it finds into a 'mononeucleatic' sludge .
Maybe if I just followed the clues I'd discover something grande, something that made o' fortuna play in my head. Or at least a lighthearted Rasputin?
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Today, "tripping" on mushrooms.
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Posted:Aug 23, 2023 6:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2023 11:31 am 7401 Views
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Fields fresh in the early morning dew. Flowers sensing the morning sunshine extending their joyful greeting by opening their receptive 'eyes' . The magic orb giving off its riches and warmth like a nurturing soul.
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A flat Earth & Shamanic traditions.
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Posted:Aug 22, 2023 5:42 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2023 10:18 am 7343 Views
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The red plains extended wide and each new day of this wanderers life was spent upon the low and flat Earth that didn't give any clue to there being any curve to it or places of height.
And those places of height were cool during the Summer and the deep misty gorges spoke a mighty tale about the forces of creation.
It was here in this spiritually fulfilling place that I began to understand the real essence of beauty.
This is the Shamans story put to music.
enjoy!
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Work=sound=work. Shteffi shtuber.
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Posted:Aug 21, 2023 5:20 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2023 4:47 pm 7423 Views
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I admit it wasn't as ground shaking as E=mc2 but work and sound usually went together, so maybe the ancients made the link that they were interchangeable. That one creates the other.
Some effects were designed to impress, which settled the argument on whether there was a God and what he was into.
By some coincidence when I'd finally put together my experiment and brought the willing volunteers into theatrics and scientific phenomena there just so happened to be a charged atmosphere that promised at least some sort of a show if my efforts didn't.
I'd constructed a device to produce the notes that I'd found had the effects I was after and decided to use them as a base to accompany an angelic soprano singers voice.
We'd setup around the largest of the obelisks to 'bring it to life' to see what it could do.
The evening air was thick after the warm humid day and distant rumbles could be heard like the noise of an impatient audience waiting for the show to start.
Instinctively I thought a dose of heavy metal would do the trick best but raising the Devil wasn't my first intention.
We should at least try to gain God's attention. If there is one and everything pointed to some 'dickering' in the way everything just fell into place.
Einstein had no explanation for it and trying to believe it all happened by accident just didn't fit any mathematical theorem.or doctrine.
No might of mind could solve it but we should delve into it anyway we can to find out what's behind it.
The ancients worked that way and they'd come to accept the spirits as a transient medium capable of transcending the boundaries of time.
Man feared time and time feared the pyramids. A simple ethos that seemed to explain everything to emotionally tethered beings.
Emotions were part of the whole scheme of things. Your spirit was being hammered and hardened by the flames of emotion.
To what?
The next level.
I didn't know what exactly my experiment was aimed at achieving.
I let the participants make their own conclusions.
By the look of their faces they were prepared for wondrous things. Any jocularity or smiles quickly vanished as the evenings entertainment began.
Fires were stoked and the shadows of the dancers crept high on the walls of the obelisk.
Drums set the mood in place too and then it was the guttural singers who took hold of the show.
I planned to introduce the amplified frequencies that I'd found most effective towards the end of the show.
If I could as it seemed like a sacrilege to add to it.
I was lucky to find that group of singer too and they'd kept it alive through tradition.
As the night wore on the singing entranced the audience and many wore the intensity they felt on their faces.
I couldn't help being drawn into the majesty of the moment and the vibrations seemed to resonate through my being.
The obelisk stood firm thoughout the performance and I half expected it to disturb the footing around it but it really was a solid thing.
Moving those many hundred of tons in any way would be miraculous.
So when the time seemed right I gently applied the volume from the massive bass speakers and the air palpitated with new energy.
The obelisk then seemed like a living thing and would draw a response and its function would become known.
We strained our attention towards the top of the pillar and an energy in the form of a blue mist became apparent .
Was it conversing with heavenly powers?
Asserting its role and function?
Then light began cascading down the sides drenching the expectant crowd in a glow.
They were filled of visions about how a fore planned future would come into existence.
In them flocks of birds gathered to greet the shaping hand of the creator.
They discussed what they'd discovered in private, and became enamored with love for the creator.
There was turning back now as once you'd become tuned to that channel it whisked you away from any darkness, and darkness was banished from the World.
I began to understand the true nature and purpose of sound, that it was amongst the most holy thing there was.
And humans were blessed to be able to sing and embrace the very purpose of their voices. That singing was the deepest kind of prayer.
The population embraced this new atonement and any sound that was deemed unnecessary of unpleasant of superficial was not done anymore.
It was like a songs' meaning had come to pass. Silence became a thing and people spoke with a hushness so as not to offend.
Silence indeed like a cancer grows.
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Sucking drugs and "nitroverts".
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Posted:Aug 20, 2023 4:50 pm
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2023 6:15 am 7880 Views
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The 'nitroverts' were looking to go out on a high and built machines that would do that.
They'd stand around looking at the crazy shit that people built becausethey thought they'd need it, but now those derelict machines just lay about in the desert.
My frustrated thoughts about raising a good one were top of my mind.
Everything seemed to be pointing to sound and I set up synthesizers to test every frequency to make those stones fly.
Or at least get off the ground.
I found one obelisk set up on a mountain pass that would have nudged a thousand tons and it had been moved a great distance from where it was mined.
All I had was the idea that it was the same basic technology that was used in the hover bikes.
A manipulation of quantum forces.
It seemed to make more sense than blowing trumpets , or throwing boomerangs to annoy the Gods enough to grant you their wish.
I remember how Einstein puzzled over how energy became water and water became a constituent of life.
Along with some other elements that could only be formed in the dense mass of an exploding star.
The possibilities of what could be created came from whatever elements that the simple forces could create.
Many such things were beyond our wildest 'imaginins'.
Yes you could in theory imagine how these extra elements could work.
You could observe their strange behaviors and explain it as 'it is what it is'.
You're supposed to use this stuff to create another superpower to help you get more from existence.
I seemed to be tormenting my philosophical ideas trying to find the edge I needed.
It may have been written plainly on the obelisks too but I couldn't understand the odd symbols and inscriptions written on them.
Clara caught my look of frustration and offered me an old book to study and in it there was people locked into what looked like a seance with them encircling a monolith with their hands joined.
They were appealing to higher forces perhaps, and if successful a gift would be given.
A gift of enlightenment perhaps and connection to a worthy cause.
Clara suggested we should try it and contact the other side.
I fancied the theatrics of it as a music lover and we needed an accompaniment of bassists on heavy drums and also some guttural vocals singing the low registry of notes one would think had the most power.
Or we could combine them with alto to 'wake the devil' himself.
It would make a fun pantomime anyway and maybe even a few transient sparks to light the night sky.
When I was just 17 I'd indulged in a friends wish to bring in the shortest day at that famous monument 'Stonehenge' and I swear I did feel a contact with the builders who'd created it.
I felt like I'd been transported though a field of time to share in what it was that that stone accomplishment was designed for.
I imagine that living simply with less distractions was a good way to give 100% focus and be in touch with fundamental and 'intrinsic' to life forces.
The designers who made things happen.I learned about ley lines too and on how they linked the important sites.
We did our best to work out what was needed by studying the inscriptions on the obelisks.
One carving showed what looked like pallbearers engaged in moving something of value.
Clara suggested it may be one of the dark stones found by a near creak bed.
We decided to check them out and they seemed to be of some stone I had not seen before.
Almost a basalt by appearance but the surface sparkled with a fine dusting of crystals.
I took a small rock back to my makeshift lab and found how conductive they were and when placed in front of a speaker and given the right frequency of sound they began to vibrate enough for them to be noticed moving along the table.
Maybe nature had accidentally hit on the right combination of elements to achieve some odd effect.
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