Things that "blow your balls !'
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Posted:May 12, 2024 7:13 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 7:22 pm 329 Views
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Saying what's good, takes a little thought.
I see that long strides are taken to get good and to win at sport but some winners just say "it hasn't sunk in yet !"
The payoff just never came !
Let's look at it from a different angle and just dwell for a while in what you know , touches you in the right way.
Dwell in what gives you a thrill.
What does give you a thrill?
Well recently I found a girl on my friends list who had some interesting vids.
Obviously tuned to her religion, and I'm undecided.
Frankly life is so ridiculous, how could we not be in a simulation.
In a simulation where if we asked we received.
I've been feeling 'touched' lately.
Another one of my windows opening up.
Discovering what I'd passed by.
That good did still exist in some remote corner.
One of her vids had a teacher who sat on one of the tiny chairs covering her face as she wept about something.
Maybe it was an act as the camera work covering it was very professional.
Also she looked dry eyed when she removed her hands.
But what was real was her young students possibly pre-school who portrayed their concern.
Approaching her.
Their faces real with their concern.
Truly moving stuff.
I was once into youth sport and had my wins, I brushed them off to not upset my opponent, but it was just a bit of fun.
Never did give me a buzz.
Winning hadn't sunk in yet !
Of course some winners do get that buzz.
The gallery get a buzz maybe more than the athlete.
One for me was watching the incredible reaction of the whole crowd when Cathy Freeman won gold at the 2000 olympics.
Never fails to thrill me watching that.
The game plan coming off smoothly as no one bolted before they should.
Did it sink in for Cathy?
Or was it too hard to take in the crowd and everything like the mind was overloaded and unable to fully do it all justice.
Downplaying it like a survival tactic, to keep a level head !
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The power is to have bond or McGiver ...
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Posted:May 9, 2024 5:43 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 3:02 pm 1184 Views
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in your dreams.
Dreams are a good place to make bad decisions, and to lose !
Your worst fears come alive there and no kind of Bond or McGiver thinking to get you out of trouble.
Doc told me he'd fixed his 'mind machine' and asked me if I could try it for him.
Better that way, we don't want to use cli8ents as guinea pigs, so in I hopped.
As the circuits hooked in I found that a part of my mind was being shut down and that's what the Doc promised and I found I was in some amazing place far back in time.
Before the wretched creations of man came on the scene.
I knew the nature of dreams, that pertinent and pressing problems would be 'taken up' there.
But this one was a doozy,.
Because I was at the end of a beautiful field, where it dropped away at a cliff.
So this one was about my fear of heights, and that made sense as I'd been watching goats getting about on f'book vids and they are truly impressive.
One had a goat getting down between two canyon walls by jumping from one side to the other .
The loudness of those hard hoofs striking the rock faces got my respect for the amount of pressure thatv was being put on the goats hoofs.
The sound played out, reverberating through the canyon and the walls became more vertical towards the ground and the last jump to the ground was a Herculean one.
The sandy bottom took the goats weight like a gymnast landing from a polevault.
But back to my situation, I was in the midst of a small crowd egging me on to complete the task.
I only had to do the simple task to join the (initiation ceremony) others in a feast back at the castle.
A Scotsman wearing a sword seemed like the leader and he threw the soft looking silk rope at my feet.
A large tree had a branch towering out over the precipice with a rope dangling from the end.
"All you have ton do is swing out there by the rope attached to your balls to join their group.
They'd all done it themselves and even the twins who rarely spoke had done it together.
Just swing out there and we'll catch you when you come back.
I looked at the rope suspiciously and the Scotsman guaranteed me that that's not what will 'let go' if something should happen.
I imagined hurtling towards the ground after my nuts failed to take the load.
I could tell by the twins look that there was something fishy going on.
Their silence would make them guilty as conspirators.
I knew if I managed to swing back then they'd push me back out to spend the night just hanging there from my balls.
It was then I needed a Bond or McGiver in my dream to show me a way out.
I was sure they were all starving so the promise of a big feast was utter bull.
I remembered a girl I knew who made art and she'd suggested that I be a part of her creation.
It was to be a human, err male human mobile with 5 males just hanging there by their nuts. We had to get the weight right too but more importantly what was the title or theme of the artwork?
Maybe it provided a visual association that expressed the difficulty that confronted males.
It was a stark view of how they were being controlled.
They were born to fail and the appendage taking the load had a lot to do with the realm life strains they'd be put under!
So it made sense and sure I'd be a part of it. There was nothing more that I loved than swinging naked from my balls in a public gallery.
"Can we wear bags over our heads?" I asked....
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For starters "Lets get the bitch out of here !'
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Posted:May 8, 2024 3:49 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 6:49 pm 1646 Views
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He said this as he tapped on the patients head.
To me just a point of view as much of my philosophy was about these tantalizing bitches who wreaked their havoc.
But my realm was about healing, so let's stick with that.
How on earth could you undo a lifetime of knots that existed in you like a cancer?
Preferably we'd return you to a pleasant time before things got crazy.
Regression therapy I suppose but I was confident the docs machine would make a difference.
To transform a soul into a new order, wiping clean all the stale memories.
We would enliven the thrill that began in b*yhood to foster it and bring it back to front and center.
I agreed with everything the doc was trying to achieve but I had secret thoughts even desires for those bitches.
I all depended on the scenario, I'd got hooked on having my nuts being at their disposal.
I'd introduced many to the joys of nut pain.
So rather than confronting the "bitches" headon ,my thoughts were to just alter the relationship.
You'd firstly have to ask yourself why the bitches even exist .
They just seemed to be asking for a night of wild fucking.
Like that Onatop, taking it straight up with a twist.
I'd delved into cruel black bitches too, a favorite for lots too.
They had a knack for teaching !
A knack, knackers ,teaching it all melded into one so beautifully.
But the mission of my book was to expose the evilness that dogged humanity ,mainly men.
The title was afterall, "Wicked women".
Mainly that just hooked some in.
To make them aware of how vulnerable their plot was.
We would not mention that word again, the word "women" would not appear an any page but it stood in its proud place on the cover.
I wondered what rules there were about the relationship between the title of the book and the content.
Was I committing an act of indecent offense?
But that connection was there alright, it was downright there in its horny best at times.
A grouping of short tangible tales intermixed throughout to keep the theme grounded.
There was a ranch too, it defied time and reason and was run by the plump colored girls and some were T's.
It was the T's you had to be careful off.
And their critically evaluating faces were hard to judge sometimes.
Their keen eyes studied you, and your thoughts they'd sense.
their cocks were long thick and hard and you'd tested the base by encircling it with your longest finger and thumb and that didn't come close to getting all the way around it.
there was suddenly something 'a wild and pleasant feeling, inside you.
she'd grip the balls to stop you escaping.
Shed give it, wedging it up to the hilt !
It enthralled her too, taking her mind back to the times when tribes did that to their victims.
Victims tied up high on the structure so everyone could see.
Heads pointing down at the ground when the first shaft was produced. And a mallet !
She'd made sure you'd read that account before it was your turn to 'take it!"
That thrill again ,inside your chest. A sexy thrill and excitement gripped your soul as her grip encircled your balls, then some pressure as she playfully squeezed the nuts.
Maybe she was one of these old souls brought back into the world straight from ancient times, straight from castrating a male. The memories fresh and now you're simply next in line to be 'done'!
My approach different to the docs.
Who was right? so long as a cure would be found ? 
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Feeding the buns !
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Posted:May 6, 2024 5:37 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 2:12 pm 2317 Views
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Is that shameless?
More and more I'm struggling to communicate.
It seems like I'm delving into the past to try to reconnect with the usual art of being social.
And others are seeing it, my jokes are coming late but that's the advantage the writer has.
He/she manipulates the sentence experimenting with how it just lays.
Who's to say that a mind slipping into dementia cannot have a little sparkle?
Yes maybe it's too late for me to write.
Seriously anyway.
Let's keep it simple !
I remember a time when reading was everything to me.
The stories I read were in that Modesty Blaze kind with a boyish appeal.
If I had to describe it ,it is like seeing a woman with a great ass just mildly going about her business unaware of the crippling effect she has on you.
Her buns move exceptionally under the supporting fabric.
Maybe thank your God for that !
It's a nation for the brave.
A woman quick to laugh is asking for it !
Something about you does it for her.
Your wit, your unassuming persona that helps you keep a straight face when you deliver your wit !
I enjoyed such a girl and I was glad I'd kept my mind free of issues.
A simple mind with a simple point of view, that loveliness would be attracted to you and force your pardon to an inquiring companion.
A prospective companion at this stage. We'll see how it develops over pasta.
Your thoughts are unrestrained and it seems a blessing that you can shape any sort of conversation.
Dipping into the tried and tested 'bumper stickers' that you carried for such an emergency.
Her hair is slick and healthy.
Not enough is written about the hair !
How did that slip your mind ?
You who adored to be noticed and loved?
I'm telling you now, make the effort!
A Spanish tongue and jet black hair, oh you designers had your way !
I watched that one, can't remember her name, desperate housewives star exploring her native cuisine.
Her surprising gusto appetite having her hoe into the food in deference to the effect to the hip area !
Ah so good to be young, and a joy to wake up hard from a pleasant dream.
Now it's time that bothers us and roughly we can say that time and energy are one and the same!
But empty spaces are yielding controversy.
Can they exist on their own?
The art of being a professor is avoiding the questions that take you nowhere.
Better put your wisdom someplace else !
Like , why is it that the girl is so oblivious to her sensational ass?
What trick is at play here?
How would you play that game ?
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ZZZ'sus is coming !
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Posted:May 5, 2024 7:33 pm
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 3:43 pm 2551 Views
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When all thoughts about wealth and conflict are gone, we have ZZZ'us ! The power of the spirit unleashes itself, and a true objective is comprehended and demands your participation.
A new way emerges from a dysfunctional monopoly. I felt a deep desire to write.
What is the point of being taught to read when there's so little to be found that is worth reading?
I published my snide little conjectures, like the way society was being 'poisoned' by the new way of life.
Roads congested with cars as we're unable to achieve other modes of getting around.
Also a wicked denizen had cast a spell, and throughout time it existed though not in the sense that it was productive, but more a curse that was once set that could never be extinguished.
I wanted this to be the basis of my book.
An exploration of such that took the form of short and meaningful stories that could all be tied up, together in the last sentence that existed in the way that 'was neither here nor there' depending on what you believe.
That a master plan was there all along?
Strange that the title of the book was the only mention of this word throughout .
It had to be long too. Not something you could knockout over a long flight.
And an exploration traversing the depths of time to add the depth of how this powerful plan came to be.
At this stage I'd read quite a lot and so much written had succumbed to undefining trists of brisk penmanship that surrounds one's thoughts but never really answers the question, or solves the argument.
Maybe a point that has no real merit of ever even existing.
No we will not be visiting grey areas but will instead be riding the shocking details of what is in full view but shunned by the rational thinkers as untenable.
A road traveled that strained the good intentions and strength of the travelee !
Sad to say that it is my own adventure that got stuck in this embittered way !
That a way was found to convey the obstacles I'd faced in 'living a good life!'. "In seeking a good life!"
I'd realized that a sleezy purpose overtook everyone I'd dealt with as if they had been struck by a curse ! From above !
As if they were merely robotic by nature !
Programmed to meet the outcome that had been written in stone.
I'd skulk off to the desert to let my fate fry under a desert sun, to purify or evaporate it or something, I don't know.
It was just a little too perfect the way 'actors' would appear on the scene so perfectly.
Their unashamed purpose clearly atop their minds !
I'd had re-occurring dreams that took me to a past life where the goings on were central to who I was.
A force so powerful that it did everything to swell and break into my current life as if that was the natural way of it.
But I was a rule maker and this gift that allowed me to exist.
That showed I had a real life plan that was pursued in an orderly manner.
There was nothing to suggest anything was 'out of order'!
Out of my control.
As more hungry plans sought sustenance from my wretched soul and body.
For the body had become the entry point to get at my soul !
My plight would be to grapple with words, with how I'd manipulate them to form sentences to ponder on to make sure my meaning was touched.
It would be my legacy so others who liked a riddle could read and solve it.
That others who'd noticed the same things could maybe find an advantage they didn't have to work for.
We'd work out how tiny minds think, that we'd conclude that only tiny minds could work this way.
Like that of a virus 'instinctive' or an insect also instinctive but different in that tried and proven defense tactics were the way to go !
Yes you could get lost studying the world of tiny things.
Truly a place of David vs the Goliath battles here !
An indepth study of biology too ! That enabled a foe to co-exist within an organism.
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Coming of age, the brutality of it ....
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Posted:Apr 5, 2024 7:15 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 11:20 pm 9578 Views
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I'd decided to combine my missions, one was to reconnect with the place I grew up in and the other was to visit a prospector friend who'd got the "hots" for finding gold again.
I decided to make my break along the journey in the forest out of sight from the main road and tried to have a go at camping again by cooking some sausages.
I decided to fold the Toyora seat back into its slot and just sleep there without bothering with setting up any gear, (which I didn't even have!)
The heavy fur seat cover was accommodating and warm, although the leg room was a little tight.
But one thing I knew about sleep was it only came when you were lucky, not about how good your bed was.
I woke up and the sun was well up and I'd slept pretty darn good.
I had a lot to read and stuff to figure out so I was busy that night and capped it off with a good early morning sleep.
Primed for the day ahead.
The toyota sprung to life with barely a prod and I was so confident in it that I didn't carry any tools apart from those needed to change a wheel.
So much different from my early days camping, on my first trip away with a school friend I'd bough a hundred bucks worth of gear that proved to be too much to setup at the end of the day.
Now I had the 12 volt fridge freezer mounted permanently in the back and that's where the improvement was.
So now it was traveling with no gear but lots of cold drinks !!!!
So anyway I'd hit the road and not much happened on the way, a biker had a shapely girl on the back and her beautiful amber hair, soft and young played out from under her helmet.
That image was set to the large sculptured trees that had seen the times change.
The highway got busier but was coping alright, and then to the edge of the city I stopped at the bay for 'fish n chips' an American accent greeted me there and I made my order.
It was all calm and peaceful down on the beach and I took a look at the porno I picked up, full of stories to wet my appetite.
It seemed there wasn't anyway to disguise how pathetic it was to be young and 'full of beans' !
The words were just doing me more damage, like everything, my dreams were a mass of bad news.
So I knew I'd got it wrong somewhere.
TV too, it had a way of kicking you in the guts !
Life had played out like a board game, Snakes and ladders perhaps and it trapped you with no way out!!!
Only death!!!
The only problem I had with death was it wasn't the end, just a break till you returned into another mixed up life.
It was a sick game we were playing !
We were the actors and it seemed above us to go looking for the meaning of it all.
As much as I told myself I was finished with it my thoughts returned to that biker and his girlfriend, dismounting at their destination and no sooner after cleaning up they'd be bonking in earnest.
I liked her black pants that clung to her wonderfully shaped legs and butt.
I even thought about that during the night and had a rock hard boner in the morning.
I'd left the window and curtain open on the road side and found myself stranded as school were walking past and could easily see in.
Some did peer towards the window.
I decided it was too hard to live a perfect life. Too much to take your attention away from what should be easy.
The only way forward was fucking that beautiful girl on the motorcycle and being dumbly confronted with the fallout, "Oh shit she's pregnant"?
Now what ?
I returned to the porno mag I'd bought and read a story about how helpless the guy was to large and nice set of titties.
The woven threads that encased them screamed at you to touch that !!!
Yes it screamed at you !!!!
You wanted it so bad, to curl up to those warm titties !!!!
It was disgraceful how pathetic you'd become !!
There was no point going far afield looking for meanings that may not even be there when your job was really so simple.
I bet he would open that thing up too !!! On the open road and that's where the daylight thrills would come from.
A fiendish vibration that hit her right on the spot !!
That cunt of hers needed attention and it was your job to give it !!!!!
Maybe i'll read another just to give that mag a chance before I toss it as worthless crap ! Maybe even take in a few of the pics first too !!!!
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The language of images !
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Posted:Mar 30, 2024 12:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2024 5:16 pm 11275 Views
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I was reduced to them at times when my mind failed with words.
I then found a lie got the most laughs.
She had her own self freewill, and who was there to stop her?
I'd get myself comfortably ensconced in the life I created.
It was beautifully scripted with the cruel moments left bare and unanswered.
I thought If I was God would I make it easy for the human that I also was?
No! there'd be challenges thrown my way.
I would not be allowed to make it all up.
The overall plot that few could even master.
The mass manipulator was how the wicked viewed God.
We'd find how God had his fingers caught in the puzzle and smash them.
The way he did.
The fems had no qualms about leaving you a 'nuttless' fag.
The first try to turn me into a nutless fag is burnt front and center into my brain.
I remember I had normal thoughts about what a life should be.
A girl left messages on my desk at school and later cornered me.
I apologized , desperately grasping at excuses.
Word got around quickly with them.
I guess that's when I would be dealt a humble blow, to suffer at the 'executioners' hands.
She knew her trade well and first it was a sneaky rumor .
She was going to turn me into a 'nuttless fag' !
I was partly terrified and also sexually stimulated.
It fitted my bi-polar to a tee too.
The bi-polar allowed the other world to exist.
In that one I was destitute of caring thoughts, just a outcast confined to the streets.
It was that one that would meet her challenge.
Even savor it !
The order had come from the top and a bounty given to any bitch who could take my nuts !
Why did I till want to play fair though?
I was getting high on it, tying my nuts so they stuck out, an easy target for her.
There would be no 'getting lucky' chance for my balls, they'd take her strike head on, and when it happened that's what happened.
Her beautiful thigh flicking away her light Summer dress and then in an instant I saw the threat behind her dress, the thigh shaved so smooth that had a good powerful 'no nonsense' thickness to it.
I guess it was her inexperience that stopped her using her knee.
A thrusted knee cap if it found its mark would have done it.
They took a fucking good squeeze anyway , the second strike was better and no way out for my nuts.
It was in a public place too, in the middle of a crowd keen on getting to class on time.
It set the standard too,
A treat I enjoyed many times afterwards. 
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I am the epitomy of self destruction.....
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Posted:Mar 29, 2024 3:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2024 12:07 pm 11131 Views
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But failure gives us a chance to knock it all down and build anew.
Corrections can be made and with that experience a new horizon is opened.
And in this new horizon we see what had made us blind !
We see that life must function in this way to enable our genes to flourish.
Whether good or bad we must strike a balance between what we expect from life and what we achieve within those parameters.
For is it not that life is worth the effort?
That the very sunlight that nourishes the living was put there so the great masses of what can be said and done will paint a portrait of what is possible... We must find ways to recite what bothers or even intrigues us.
Our intonations, mellow or otherwise must contain what is the most perplexing, in any order , the ................. (Now it's your turn to complete it) Class dismissed ! Have it on my desk first thing tomorrow ! And no cheating, you must use your own thoughts and words. You may look up words, you may discover new words that fill a gap in your ?................
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"Oh dears" From Bitches!
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Posted:Mar 28, 2024 10:59 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 3:16 am 11422 Views
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She casually played at what amused her. How pathetic males became when their pathetic useless balls were threatened !
Balls were a favorite theme of mine.
Balls, and the bitches who knew what to do with the pathetic males 'toys'.
After the usual spat by the male at having his precious globules played with she ended her play by stabbing each useless item onto her heel and whilst like that you'd watch her lick her lesbian lover.
Her leg kicked high behind her with your balls skewered and stuck on her long heel.
I loved that one, exploring all the camera angles.
It amazed me how fantasies could touch that spot so perfectly.
I made a sculpture of that one, molding the balls and mixing the coloring till I got the tinge of red right.
I stuck it in the living room and prospective customers would peruse its angles appreciative of my imagination and artistry.
The slim white boy was no match for her strength.
He tried desperately to get away from her, her threatening tool stiff enough to do its job !
He tried to angle away from her , to escape the menace that loomed over him, he'd once read a passage in a book where the pursued was promised to feel the cool steel in his vitals.
Those words came back to him as he fought her.
Her tool was the threat !
He had to protect his 'vitals' from her.
It brushed across the opening as he fought her !
She'd begin blindly stabbing at him seeking the yielding point to gain an entry.
He'd be a goner if she found his pink hole.
His little sweet vulnerable pink hole.
Her fervor mounted driven by her frustration at the boy fighting her off each time she came close.
She let him go while she lubed up her huge tool.
He watched her twisted face as he prepared for the new affront, the merciless plunge from her keen in his imagination.
If she got it started she'd toy with him before making the final plunge, up his 'vitals' he thought.
Her cruel face alive when there was no other way left out for him.
He'd got tired now, she sensed that and took control of him.
He didn't have the fight left in him to deny her any longer so he made sure her passage into him would be straight so at least there'd be the least that could go wrong.
He'd just brace himself and accept her deep thrust, taking it straight !
Her long w@apon finding its mark, dispatching him with a cr*el thrust into his vitals !
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The playful and the curvatious ! Alan Watts.
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Posted:Mar 27, 2024 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 4:27 pm 11634 Views
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Don't forget the playful diligence of those with a natural tongue, who play with the words, imparting a gift to them.
Life plays the game same a everything that surrounds us.
We see that what is spriteful enjoys the promise of life.
Entropy is all we have to point at to say that time goes this way.
But who's to say that you can't just step out of it and like crosing the grooves in an LP record you couldn't just 'slip' to another point.
Is life worth remembering?
And if it was then where is the tool that does that?
(I'm just designing a narrative for the speaker here, more or less to foster more intonations from him about this wonderful place, that just seems to have fallen in our laps)
The suppleness of new life is something that responds to joy ! I hope you do enjoy !
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