Answer me this?
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Posted:Dec 9, 2023 2:09 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2023 10:17 am 10616 Views
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Are you set in your ways?
Research shows that the majority of people think the sun goes around the Earth.
Many still believe the Earth is flat.
So I did a bit of dickering in financial things and really it all started when I erroneously made a statement that no more good opportunities exited and I couldn't even believe the words coming out of my own mouth.
I guess I wanted confirmation that I was talken through my ass, and I always got that. I love provoking people with silly comments.
I loved wasting my time too and I strove for a good life.
I strove to have time to dream, to wake up when I wanted, to be in control.
Most western people are now liberal enough to exit in that free thinking category.
Now people more than ever have lost sight of living the life and having a house, a boat and a car and they just dropped out.
And that's a perfect place for you to rethink it, and explore how others are doing it.
That came up in the mechanics institute the other day, a trucker complained about outlaying a million bucks for a rig and a couple of trailers, only to then spend years of hard work paying them off.
Now you get all types dropping in at the mechanics institute and this time it was a local government employee who scoffed nearly choking on his coffee when he heard that truckers woes.
He pointed out that a guy with an excavator put in a quote of five million to fix a pipe in rough track and that quote was approved, and that job was completed in one day!!!
Now if you had to make 5 million at McDonalds that would take a while.
So some do it harder than others.
Some do it without too much effort at all.
One girl made a vid and got 2.5 billion views on the tube.
Chadelier by Sia that one is.
That's a lot of moola rollin in too.
I mentioned daws and smokin diesel who made stacks doing stupid stuff and that's just the tip of the rainbow really.
Being lazy, too lazy to work a 9to 5 for a pittance could be what saves you.
I propose we all get rich and live the life.
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All dressed up with nowhere to go...
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Posted:Dec 8, 2023 4:41 pm
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2023 4:44 pm 11217 Views
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I noticed that when I played back a video I'd taken outside that it was full of bird sounds.
The birds had moved in !
These used to be lonely desolate farm paddocks, and old remnants of early inhabitants still resided in the ground.
But now the trees had grown back and waterways added that bristled with life.
The ducks would wander around even coming quite close to where I lived.
No roads nearby to give any impression of anything happening in the World.
And the vestiges of old train lines could be found.
I see in one place they're putting it back, just the way it was in early times and they even got hold of the original steam train to resume its business again.
Maybe now it's more about tourism as the early railway was connected to the business of getting gold.
The old strong room still existed and according to the visitors sign it once had seventy odd tons of gold in it.
Now the place looked rugged and wild and barely recognizable from the photos that showed the clean shaven hills that were stripped to feed the steam machinery.
Funny that as there was huge coal deposits about but not initially used.
The river added a touch of magic to the place and the cool forest was wet and supported a thick canopy of ferns.
So now it seemed alive again and the steam train whistle added a sense of vibrancy to those pretty mountain ranges.
It was also a time for train lovers to feel their cup runneth over with joy as thanks to the Panama canal failing through lack of water the overland routes had to take up the slack to trundle their impossibly long loads across a continent.
Canadian Pacific line in particular is what I was thinking about.
The utuber commenting that the mighty train was eighty two tons but the enormous load was more like 450 tons.
How did he get it so wrong.
And some even more behemoths approached a thousand tons.
They were a delight for me to hear and see and then some made emergency stops, like a half a mile to stop, then police cars would arrive to investigate.
Really it harkened to something deep inside me and it was much more than how the Back to the future trilogy had ended ,and idle taunts about a sequel.
To hear those train crossing warning bells again perhaps to continue that time traveling adventure.
If you know me you know my mind could never accept the parody of what time was portrayed as.
I knew it was closely knitted into the world of women as it was always women preaching to me to evolve my habits to suit time.
The haste that was brewing in them about time really unnerved me.
Like "life" had to be wound up neatly and fitted into the time box that all women seemed to have fitted into their brains.
Toying with women was toying with time.Again with Billy Madison the classroom scene with clockfaces all over the place and teachings about using the odd skill "telling time".
Then a watch filled Pinata that broke to reveal its mystery.
Then a teacher provoked my curiosity about time, and seeming to offer a way out of its perils by playing the movie the time machine to the class.
My mind became enamored by that dreamy movie and it seemed like a logical life pursuit.
To get the better of time.
The thought that it was possible to easily break attachments with the things that sort to control you was a delightful temptress and it seemed like a super power to be above the workings of time.
A few clues were given that time travel was possible too. That time was just an illusion, created for an intended purpose. Something about trains, was offering a clue on where to start. Maybe the Doppler effect!
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Having the right tools for a start !
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Posted:Dec 7, 2023 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2023 11:19 am 10509 Views
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It was that sort of place, but they were becoming rarer.
I'm talking about the "mechanics institute" or local mechanic and maybe in a movie like Grease you'd learn about hydromatic and systematic, and carburators.
When it all came down to it, it was all about the sound and I mentioned that to the creators at beamNG.drive and they put something together for me.
It was a splendid canyon filled place and cars that popped, or technically backfired and man those the reverberations coming back from those rock walled canyons was pure joy of the synthesized kind.
So we had that, and life started looking good.
That engine hammering to get up that slope was pure magic.
You could play this game on a hot day in your home whilst you enjoyed the cool air conditioned air that made those high mountain tracks seem even realer.
Yes life was good if you knew the proper way to do it.
Maybe get up early for the morning bike ride through the forested parts and give those legs a workout.
It was important to keep healthy and fit !
To get the day off to a good start !
Now with my shiny toyota parked in the drive and new license I had other options too.
The bass those car speakers put out was impressive too and the engine made its own contribution to my happiness.
It had that burbly raspiness when you revved it and felt like a computer game.
It also gave me the right to visit the mechanics institute and "chew the fat" with the locals,to sympathize with their grievances.
To learn their quick fixes too, that would set the World straight if only they were listened to.
If you could steer them onto the local scandals you may get to share news of the improper behaviors going on.
Scandalous things too that would rarely be mentioned by the cold sober observers.
Best kept quiet about unless you were pressed to "pay up" to match something intriguing that was worth its weight in gold if you used it correctly.
So I guess my ears were greeted with suspicion till I'd proved my 'responsibility' in handling that sensitive and potentially damaging information.
I viewed it more as something I could use in a story.
It was one of my favorite pastimes to read the comments online and it often impressed me how colorful the commenters were.
I came to love those terse and free spirited ones that some complained about. They'd come off second best perhaps in a real life scenario.
I then remembered the fear I felt when one of these 'bitches' inquired about my name.
That was too much for me!
My handle should be 'Mr anonymous' let them know I'm no fool.
But if they were in the mood to be stung by my sharp witt I may be generous enough to help them. I felt I owed them that !
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Just a dot on the map!
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Posted:Dec 6, 2023 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2023 3:27 pm 9895 Views
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Just chose a dot on the map. Google. So close to the city but looks "hell and gone" a real no mans land on the ground.
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"Do you take this women as your hypergamous partner?"
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Posted:Nov 30, 2023 4:22 pm
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2023 1:24 pm 8283 Views
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You can do a thing like that in Middle Earth.
I couldn't even manage the first base so where did I stand on commitment?
Still Middle Earth was just a joke, no more satisfying than the odds of winning on a pinball machine.
I loved November rain and it hovered above me beyond my reach.
My November rain had her walking down the aisle with her cock pinned out of sight between her legs.
The judge struck her hammer demanding that I admit my feelings for her.
How awkward!
That's where the natural progression of my real life had taken me.
But now I tried to imagine doing it the way that would make my parents proud!
I'd learn from them and do it their way.
I would dominate the relationship and be the proud bill payer and decision maker !
In real life though In was at some point very subservient to narcissist bitches.
The mind just wouldn't allow me the freedom to make a clean escape.
When I was at my prime, alive and neurotic I just loved me some bitches to get me high!
So many males scratched their heads wondering how the bitches got by, proudly claiming their worth by pointing to natural selection.
Some of those bitches knew how to strut their stuff too, and no way would they ever be sucked into that hypergamous nightmare.
I loved me some bitches! again
They were the bees knees, the sugar rush , the almond icing on top of the wedding cake.
They'd jam me into a cage and do stuff to give me a hardon.
Have you experienced that?
All dressed up for the ball then locked in your room.
There was no way I could fit in that box.
Now it was the lawyers turn to grill me in the witness box.
I really liked the way she looked and maybe I wasn't up to her.
We'd maybe hook up after the days courtroom dealings were done and make a truce or just pretend none of it ever happened.
We'd delight in each others company and feel a comfortable delight in each others intelligence.
We'd maybe even go on a field trip to an accurate historical castle and look around at the ancient dungeon instruments, and pillories.
Those obviously attracted her attention and she'd comment on how much simpler punishment was back then.
She'd slowly build on her story, beginning with how complicated and full of holes the modern legal system had become when it all could be dealt with, with the more practical dungeon devices.
Then her mind dawning on trying some of these thing out.
On me!!!!!! Being branded by her bitchy high heels perhaps.
She only had to remove her glasses and let her hair down to let me see her in a new light.
To let loose the nymphomaniac she hid inside.
Who was I too criticize her brand of foreplay?
Odd that no one else was around, like she'd paid to be alone, in this place.
She looked around at the items hanging on the wall, drawing her attention to the one that suited her needs.
Its leather looked hardened from neglect and the leather strands as sharp as rasps.
The thing looked like its thirst needed to be quenched by blood!
She took it down and began swinging it, soon getting the hang of it and I could see her eyes enlivened by a new fire that filled her with a cruel unsatisfied desire!
To me nothing new as every bitch I'd ever known was transformed by me.
Now demanding that I show my runty ass for a blessed atonement at her god crossed swell at her chest.
Who let that boossumed bitch out of her pen?
She wrote her own ending to November rain and she'd slash at those tender buttocks like she was provoking chords from an instrument.
That instrument being me ! 
My cries no more than notes from a harp !
Oh Babylon let your rivers run ! And the meditation has begun ! Amen
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