Girl down, Sveden? .......
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Posted:Nov 18, 2023 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2023 1:15 pm 9076 Views
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No born in USA speaks, identifies as Russian, and a good butt is hard to find. 
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"Free and footloose !"
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Posted:Nov 14, 2023 1:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2023 12:20 pm 9260 Views
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The new place was heavenly with warm days and delicious sunshine but the past wouldn't let go and going to the school reunion only dragged up painful memories and it was like God had dealt his hand by having the girl show up there too.
So I couldn't just pass it off like a bad dream because at least one other knew the truth, about that beating I'd taken and having the whole class hear my cries.
I had to resolve it somehow, maybe by tracking down every last one of them who were present that day and wiping the snide expression off everyone of their faces.
Well that might take some time but at least I had one of them, the girl.
It was simple , and I had my base far away to escape to.
I never thought of myself as a psychopath but they say they may appear to be just ordinary types on the surface, and you could bump into one on the street and not know anything about the dark secrets they kept inside.
But she was kinda sweet and my real grudge was against the teacher and there were a few old faces in the crowd and maybe luck would present her to me.
I wondered what fate held for her after her vile act.
Surely there'd be no reward for that.
I was telling the girl about the interesting life I'd set up and seeing her enthusiasm I decided to offer to show her the place and my work building the doomsday machines that got used in movies.
She'd meet the gang and in a quiet moment explain that awkward day to them and I'd get a good ribbing over that.
But I would no longer be the image of the brutal apocalyptic survivor that I'd built.
Maybe I didn't care as it was all about having a laugh anyway.
I'd built up a business of solving crimes not committing them and an item arrived through delivery that needed my attention.
It was a just a heavy ball, a cannon ball perhaps as I could see when I put it on the table that it had a tendency to want to sit on its flattened side, the side that had slammed into something solid.
They knew not to waste my time so I had to think this ball offered a clue about something and it just oozed about where it was found.
The swampy place that took my mind to the Floridean keys and the world of pirates and mercinaries and slave traders.
I decide to leave the ball sitting there and not focus on it and just let it tell its tale when it was ready.
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Time for the big guns. Try a big boy 4014 up your ass.
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Posted:Nov 11, 2023 3:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2023 10:00 am 9212 Views
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Nothing like the power of steam to resort to when something needs a shove.
The thick and rich column of smoke showed the power in this brute.
Kind of took off where back to the future 3 left off and fed the Back to the future 4 hopefuls that more was to come.
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He's like, "just let me rip a few farts out of ya !"
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Posted:Nov 11, 2023 6:16 am
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2023 6:36 pm 8688 Views
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Let's face it many here are getting on and you know at some point life becomes just one continuous fart.
This is just comment bait.
Go on !!!
I dare you to go there and see if you can not leave a comment.
A little snide one if you must.
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"Here the law is tricky !'
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Posted:Nov 10, 2023 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2023 9:47 am 8108 Views
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I enjoyed that public trial a lot. One juror looked like she was very opinionated. Did she notice something we didn't? I think since ancient times we've been doing this stuff.
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Looking for Joy.
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Posted:Nov 9, 2023 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2023 2:34 am 7670 Views
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The Toyota is damned comfortable.
And far from the old days of travel.
The air was so good to breathe too.
A stream could be heard pattering away, its water clear and dotted with ferns.
I stopped for a while to dream. To wonder what the World had come to.
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That moment of tension and defeat !
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Posted:Nov 6, 2023 5:24 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2023 2:48 am 8887 Views
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I decided I had to invent a past and just keep the good real bits.
I'd set myself against time but I knew time could give a little and even make life worth while.
So back at the school reunion I'd met up with a girl from my class.
She knew about an awkward day for me and I couldn't easily brush that aide and think she'd forgotten it.
I'd been sent to the room and told to wait.
The way I'd seen girls sent there.
Then the terrirfying sound of the cane as it whipped through the air and the sound of its dreadful impact to the girls behind and the immediate girls distress and bitter cries, but that was something girls did and maybe I'd get a warning and be let go.
But I soon found that that wasn't going to happen and when the teacher had got the class busy with their task I heard her footsteps coming down the hall.
It was time and a real life kick to the guts and she knew her ways, a bitch, a righteous bitch and a headstrong bitch too and probably making amends for the disappointment in real life from rejection.
She was a stale bitch too and now she prompted me in a hurried way to position my posterior in a way for her to get at.
The class was all head down looking industrious but straining their ears.
And this girl was one of them and she had a delightful wistful smile and I guess she was teasing me about that day.
I laughed too, to dispel the awkwardness of what was happening.
The teacher made me count them out loud and I'd fall into that same mood exactly when pleasing my dominatrex.
Even the same salty taste would return in my mouth and tight dryness in my throat.
She had me bent over enough so the thin cotton of my pants were flush against my ass cheeks and her aim was good.
And every stroke delivered to the same spot so I had a painful red stripe to inspect when I did get home from school.
My eyes teared up despite my intentions and the wicket cuts from the cane made me cry out.
The class heard that.
They decided they didn't want that and it made them better students.
More respectful.
The feelings from that day stayed with me and would return at night and even enter my dreams.
I was back in Victorian times and they'd decided to use the industrial revolution to modernize their practices and join belts and pulleys onto the spanking machines so they could be driven by steam engines and make more efficient the machines designed to flay the asses of the students.
Mainly those that had fallen behind and the day could be typically an English one cold and wet outside but inside that large red bricked building it was the sound of confusion and the b*ys were allowed to voice their opinions and distress as loud as they wanted and they competed with the sounds of the grinding gears and clutches.
When the machine briefly halted I was shown to an empty space on the rack and a b*y was drawn away clutching at his pants.
Some of the b*ys were left on too long and the frail clothing would separate allowing the cruel whips to contact the b*ys flesh directly and the asshole would get it too.
They tightened the straps that held me then the machine was set into motion again.
I soon found how venomous those stinging whips were and I tried to work my wrists free.
But I couldn't and the machine was sped up and the room became full of a chorus from the b*ys protesting in unison.
You could cuss any way you liked and it just got lost in the crowd and I found that had a purifying even cleansing effect on me and later that night I'd drop into a relaxed frame of mind. (catatonic?)
I too applied myself to my work with more vigor.
I felt the need to achieve. To even become apprenticed to learn a trade.
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No room for human.
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Posted:Nov 4, 2023 5:06 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2023 2:44 pm 7721 Views
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And words could perhaps describe what that once was.
For a new way to exist beckoned but darkness exerted its pull.
Once it was only the freshness of the forest, and boundless and fenceless country villages and meadows.
Somehow I'd stayed there rejecting the moves of the expansionists and avoiding the unwise pitfalls.
In another place they embraced it and they lived in small defendable places.
Time spent dreaming was diametrically opposed to that.
Machines were programmed to find an edge and soon it was time to leave the planet as you weren't safe there anymore.
Now it was about stealth and keen edged minds won the battles.
But those new minds were colder, different from their fold.
And cold souls began to populate space. They'd wait there for any sign of warmth, to run the same experiment again but each time the same outcome.
It was a cruel twist of biology that enabled that.
When we tried to define what biology was it had a nasty way of getting complicated.
It seemed nothing was impossible, but it sometimes got stuck.
We know things now that our ancient progenitors had no clue of.
Of a land lost in time for 180 million years where dinosaurs lived out every day the same way like an eternal procession.
Biology recorded that too and those days became burnt into the dna molecule.
In that molecule was a haunting of those day of fear, of being stalked and of feeling trapped with no way out.
It was the power of biology.
And we see that in rare cases the mind misbehaves and displays unworkable genius making the life experience of those unpleasant.
It was not all 'a bundle of roses' afterall.
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