She told of a legend.
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Posted:Mar 4, 2024 1:52 pm
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Where people emerged from their bunkers after years underground.
She didn't know if what she'd been told had any merit but those 'hidy' places still existed and had devices that would tell a tale.
There was also caves that the few survivors drew pictographs about what had happened.
She explained that they'd recently lost their last male and I thought we could solve that by handing over the boy.
Let them experience the delights of a good young boy's tool.
He was once involved in sodomistic activity and I thought it would be good for him to try something else.
It would work like a peace gesture too.
But the boy had been right about the coming storm that swept over humanity .
Now we know it wasn't the first time that humans were nearly wiped out. 
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Holy sulphur balls, and prophetic wisdom Batman!
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Posted:Mar 3, 2024 2:23 pm
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The Lord 'melted' Sodom and Gomorrah in a single day !
What crimes were permeated there?
So now as we found the atmosphere was good we disembarked from the craft like emerging onto a foreign planet.
We'd landed between a forest and a hard place and I could the sounds of water in the distance.
No signs of human life just yet and the doc suggested we take a look at the smooth cliffs that rose majestically from the mountain.
It would offer a view of the surroundings from there and I wondered just how far through time we'd come.
The doc wasn't sure because the time fractures were unpredictable.
If this was a place without human then what had brought that on.
The war to end all wars perhaps, and now the humans were gone, and God made a paradise that no human could enjoy.
Except us of course.
We'd cheated the system and bypassed the promised doom.
But was all what it seemed?
I'd once watched a film called Planet of the apes and I'd read Lord of the flies so my mind was ready to accept any new reality. Or maybe the post apocalyptic Omega man pointed to the best way to deal with the future.
Anything was possible and I remembered too how an ancient site had melted rocks caused by some unknown force , maybe even an alien one.
Maybe being destroyed by aliens was up there with floods and cosmic impacts.
So we walked up the hillside and a panoramic view opened up and in the distance the sea spread its open blue embrace.
When we reached the rock we noted that the surface had a crystalline appearance and you could feel that roughness of quartzite like the grittiness of sandpaper.
It was amazing how nature could hide the scars left by a destructive race, but some still remained to tell that tale.
The doc ran his meter across the stone and the faintest reading could be seen that a radiation event had happened here long ago and if a half life event had taken place then that would perhaps put us a million or two years into the future.
I was left reeling by the docs hypothesis of from studying the stone.
An event had happened here of truly mind boggling proportions.
A boiling ocean from the blast and maybe mile high waves to sink ship in ports across the globe.
Now nothing but an uninhabited paradise remained as humans would not be trusted again !
I decided to watch the night skies for any signs of alien craft.
Maybe the Earth was being now run by aliens who treated the whole thing like a National park, with a look but don't touch rule, and they'd only alight onto the surface for a brief picnic, not disturbing anything.
But the following day put at rest all my fanciful imaginings, her name was Zoosk, and she was surprised to meet us.
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Not sure what the mechanism is .
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Posted:Mar 2, 2024 1:19 pm
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"It is counting the days!". A yogi master exclaimed.
About how an insect may sleep to awaken 17 years later ready to breed.
Did something happen long ago to cause this?
A Winter that started and did not stop for 17 years?
I know of frogs that stayed entombed many feet under the ground for years waiting for rain to coax them out.
Ants that have a sack of sweet stuff they'd gathered to weather out the conditions above.
Clues are all around us, that the most adaptive will use to survive.
Now as we prepared to escape the terrors that are mentioned in the back of a book I made a promptu salute for those who could not escape.
Then we bundled our last remaining items into the ship and with the flick of a switch we could hear the turbine pick up speed and the craft would gradually disappear into the ether.
Then into world that had no time stamp we took a short cut through the corridors that separated the intervening dimensions.
Hues of colors flashed by the small windows, and the length of a life seemed a petty thing compared to how we were charging right through vaults of time.
The time circuits were anchored to move about the proximity of the planet, and we may emerge in a cloud slipstream, over a preposterous scene where a species or many had taken the long way to get there.
It was exciting to think about what we may find.
A cloudy place perhaps that is drenched with moisture that allowed a species that loved the rain to rest languidly in its marsh, and fill the night air with its song.
But then a crash and a knock as the craft seemed to strike turbulence and the turbines began to slow down.
Light appeared through the windows and this time the greyness of clouds could be seen and the craft soon settled down upon the Earth !
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Interacting with the "wall"!
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Posted:Mar 1, 2024 2:31 pm
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And that with personal willpower you may be able to get into control.
It is easy to find you're on the wrong path ,and your mind is not on your side.
I'd been perusing a market on the look out for anything interesting and found a box off assorted books that looked promising.
I was told I had to take the lot, which included stuff I wasn't into, but that's okay, so I did take them all.
It was a little cutting that a collection of school books from about the sixties was in there and I could see from the name spread over them that this was a persons life.
Now just tossed away for a dollar or two.
It is what they fed into the wall to make a gain perhaps.
I had a peep at what was on offer, some early pics of farming and how the earth worked with geology, geography, science and maths.
Everything I missed by dropping out.
OMG, maths , why would you learn that?
But I did find it rewarding to dwell on the problems and it really took me to some other state of mind.
I'd heard that schizophrenics had an advantage with maths and maybe that it was absorbing that it would give you an escape.
Like meditation I thought so I found it to be a 'fix' that I longed for.
Quadratic equations and the calculus theorem..
Some proof of pi, and a notion of infinity.
That the universe was not big enough for some numbers.
Another loop hole I thought, that when it came down to it there was proof of 'illfitting' componentry stuck together to make it work.
There was something bigger going on here but no one was offering a solution.
No rule existed as to why the universe started or expanded in such a precise way.
But that came after this students school years.
I wondered what end they met, as it looked like there school books were tossed aside as no more than an inconsequential failure.
But back to the wall, understanding that and how to control it was very interesting to me.
That probably we all had the potential to be savants, brilliant in the way we used our minds.
In control ,importantly instead of the other way around.
Where a personality made rash poor choices and thrived on narrow minded things.
If you were above that then maybe you'd find yourself on your own.
Working to higher ideal.
I just started watching the movie "gifted" again.
I love that movie!
I was reshaping my mind with meditation, maths and music and it turned out I stumbled on something.
I'd decided to do each day the same way starting first thing with a meditation session.
Wake up coffee and toast and meditation.
I chose a white bubble to be my place, nothing in it but I knew the aggravating forces that lay behind it.
I done the same for about 3 to 4 months as I remember and then one morning I woke up missing a step, finding that I'd woken up already in my white hole.
Now in one piece ! I opened my eyes and saw that everything looked in place. I was shocked to see that.
But I did still have the 'creatures of habit' paraphernalia that was my mind.
It would take work to reshape that. I'd got into a habit of waking up early morning about 4ish to peruse the net for anything interesting that I'd be happy to have in the wall.
Understanding the wall and dissecting the way it worked.
I thought if I could find the key to unlocking it the way I'd escaped schizophrenia then I could have the genius mind I imagined.
Keep doing that first thing in the morning then waking up in a new space !
But would I lose my social interactivity, and be the way that I'd seen savants to be?
Vulnerable! in one sense, high functioning in another.
Able to count six packs of cards and win at Blackjack !,
One of my ideas, a truly shocking realization is that maybe certain races had blindsides built into their minds from an ancient point of separation when it had occurred an that allowed them to be manipulated, abused, like wind up toys sent off to battle.
A plaque that diminished their brain function.
Somewhere along the line of their great ascention through time faced a period where only the 'affected' were allowed to breed, or some other thing and we could point to that and say this is where the 'break' happened and now it was black and white what the problem was.
A whole race full of 'thick heads' who got sent into a meatgrinder.
Is that God's plan. Some point to wars that way as necessary 'shapers' to find a different path.
I propose an easy adoption of pleasant music to hasten that change.
We shape new battlelines that way.
The harsh cruelty of the controlling megatypes who seek to own and control everything, and the emerging 'Earther' who see the beauty of the world and how a gentle touch is needed when interacting with it.
Personally it is my new high !
The more I ask from it the more I get.
I see what makes a good life. What should be aimed for!
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What we could make out about the other side !
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Posted:Feb 29, 2024 2:33 pm
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Was that it was partly dark and partly blue.
Did you know the Bower bird collects blue to build its bower. It can see blue ! Yet they tell us dogs are colorblind !
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"Dance" like an 'electron' !
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Posted:Feb 28, 2024 12:45 pm
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The doc said we were close to doing a test run of the time machine so I thought I would put together a dance routine themed around the electron, as a send off.
There'd be electricians tape, taped to the bold strutting ladies parts.
The tape 'disappearing' between the buttocks.
To stop the sparks?
We had Neo swing, that perfectly explained entangled particles, and one song asking 'what is love' , as if that matters when about to turn the world of physics upside down, round and round, think i got to boogie.
Even the doc got into it showing he could move in his synchronized dance fashion.
We had lights too and the electrons shuffled with the best of em, to make those colors burst.
I thought electrons could be cool if you knew how to treat them.
My mechanic friend at the mechanics institute only had curses for them for not doing their thing in the cars sensitive electronic circuits.
The doc would say "if it looks like a duck" as he threw the switch.
His idea was that if the craft was altered to fit another dimension then that's where it would automatically go and the timer circuit would switch it back sending it home again !!! Then we'd view the tape to see what's on the 'other side'.
Alien dance moves ?  Or God? 
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Getting on the power/wanker train !
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Posted:Feb 27, 2024 2:05 pm
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Bitcoin lost something.
Now the big players are involved in it and new rules about how it's traded and government controls that made it law on how you could use it. A tradable commodity without owning it.
Now threats that 'they'll take your gold' when things turn sour.
Investing was a hideous thing.
Another wanker got into control of food production.
Seeking control over the people that way, not content with the countless billions he'd already screwed from the population.
Now the hardworking tax payer had the screws on to squeeze every cent from them.
In short I didn't like the World.
Maybe only the last remaining places where you could be free.
It was looking grim!
The doc had got the framework of his machine together and we'd even installed some accessories , that could be useful.
Turning it into a mini fortress if necessary.
It felt like my fun was coming to an end too.
I'd installed a closet type of locked cupboard with the many 'discipline' toolage attached to hooks and things inside.
The boy could watch me select an item as he felt the secure bindings holding him in place, maybe the wide heavy belting that would smash into his little ass cheeks.
I also took him on another journey and told him about things I'd discovered.
About the delights of ball play, how you could get different things from the fabric you used to tie them.
I shaved him as I liked then tried a silky soft pair of girls underwear to tie the nuts with.
He liked what I was doing so I also showed him how a sash could be tied around his ankles and worked up around his legs.
He loved everything I tried on him.
He got used to going about his day with his nuts tied.
The joy of nut pain was a feeling that soon belonged in your brain.
You'd soon feel incomplete without it and I'd noticed with satisfaction that he was wearing it correctly when I got him ready for his daily correction.
He moved himself around gaining room for his hardon against the soft crisp bed covering and I took my time working up to visiting the 'closet of pain' unlocking it and throwing the doors open.
He was watching which tool I'd select then if it was a 'bad' one he'd shift his focus down and tighten himself, getting himself ready.
But I'd decided on something else and and undid him and turned him over.
Now his stiff was out in the open and I tied a covering over his head so he couldn't see what was happening.
I told him about the clawed bug I had with little nippers and it was a little toy that hung on a thread that I touched against his 'beam' letting him feel the tiny hard claws that that insect had.
I told him that they loved to sink their mandible into the soft pad on the end of the shaft and I progressed it slowly as if walking along his hardness towards its goal, the soft tip that it would sink its oversized jaws into.
It would be a bloody and painful affair I told him.
It made him stiffer than ever, his mind racing a he felt that bug move closer towards its target.
It got me hard too, as usual.
I pulled on the tie around his balls to give them a mild stretching,
I told him about the episode of the stinging flies that I'd been through. She was transferring them from my dark hat that attracted them to the head and I could feel their grip as they moved around looking for their spot to take a firmer grip to offset the force of driving their lance in.
I thought about lymes disease and the chance of getting that.
Then it was her massaging my balls with her knee. Applying the pressure and watching my reaction.
She loved a really hard rub of her cunt through her pants and that was her reward. The best thing for a virgin which she was.
Even her past boyfriend respected that.
We spoke sharing a knowledge of her secret as we talked about other things.
It was a good time. Made me think there really was a God and he was looking after me.
But that's another story !
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"They're coming !" Fem fatale on another level!
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Posted:Feb 26, 2024 3:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2024 8:52 am 5111 Views
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The b*y was increasingly becoming restless in his realistic dreams.
He was eager now to help build the time machine saying we didn't have long now. Even the aliens that were already here were scared of them.
You just didn't know where the 'buggers' were!
Experts in camouflage, they'd come from a fem ruling planet, come here because there was still males to hunt.
The male quickly learned the Fems weaknesses and would bait them with roses and chocolates. Apparently they still had that soft side.
They'd enjoy giving their hunting blade a twist to enjoy your pitiful last moments.
But some of the males knew how to fight them, they called them the 'snake heads' and had attached a small atomic device to a drone that had a camera to spot the mother ship.
The boy related what he'd seen in his sleep.
The humans put aside their petty quarrels and decided they had to work together.
They became an underground species, and they would never trust the surface again.
It seemed ridiculous to contemplate how life for them once was.
Sunshine and pleasant activities on the surface were now a thing of the past.
They had squandered the little time they had left with no clue about what was to come.
Soon massive alien cities appeared on the landscape and it was seen as a fun activity by them to locate the holes the humans lived in and dig them out, taking the males back to their cities to exhibit them and auction them off to the fems to have their personal fun with them.
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Dropped into a routine.
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Posted:Feb 25, 2024 9:07 pm
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I was always seeking advice from the doc on what to do.
The b*y had come to expect his nightly spanking and it was like how you kept strict meal times and you'd be hungry just before that arrived.
And so it was with spanking, his excitement became feverish as the day wore on.
It was now about what he'd been thinking, being judged on that and realizing that he was in for a 'good one'.
It was changing me too, his sexiness was rubbing off and my nights returned to when I was young, spending the whole night hard and that was nice but confusing.
The doc asked me what I thought as I'd been through it and I just thought why not just let him enjoy himself and wait till the time was right to suggest the program to fix him begin.
His confessions were heartfelt and pitiful and I consoled him for the awful lot he'd been given.
I found it best to use the ropes and use the four posts to attach him to then bare his ass and leave him like that for a while ,while I went off for a while.
When I returned he nervously watched me take the cane from the drawer.
Then with his face red and teared I'd approach him.
I touched his back and could feel the sparks that lit up his being then his ass massaging those tight cheeks.
then touching them with the cane rubbing him with that till I saw him straighten out stiffly with his back pressing down.
He was driving his stiff into the new sheet on top of the covering.
I worked up slowly getting him warmed up and reddened desensitized ready for some sharp wraps of the cane.
The dopamine would flow for real then and he'd quickly be lost in a sea of joy.
He'd tighten his abs when the pain in his chest tightened.
He'd fight the bindings and take the cane strokes.
Did I envy him?
I felt like I was being drawn to a new place.
A wonderful feeling of being alive.
We'd get through it and once again I diffused everything by giving him a warming massage.
He'd shower and put on fresh clothes and come with me to the workshop where he'd help with the building of the craft.
I hadn't proposed to him yet about taking the trip with us.
I sensed he had an urge to.
He could be useful to have along.
Maybe he'd find hiss place in the future and just wander off like Noah in The grapes of wrath. Or the charms of a pretty maiden could capture him. Maybe in the future there'd be robots?
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What could go wrong?
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Posted:Feb 24, 2024 2:07 pm
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The doc had figured it out enough to build a prototype.
It would be the machine that would cross time barriers. The escape I needed.
Cities had become boring places and according to Weinberg people were getting dumber.
The moon lander hit one of its feet on a rock and tipped over, with no way to right itself.
It got a good look at the dirt though.
We'd make the craft dance like an electron and that gave me a couple of ideas. We could name the craft the 'Electron' and change a songs lyrics to "I'm so excited doing the 'Electron' dance".
I played computer games with the schizophrenic b&y .
He loved smashing stuff and if we did get the craft working I wondered if he wanted to come.
He had premonition about the alien invasion that was a hot topic amongst clairvoyants.
It would surely happen they warned!
So maybe it was the perfect time to get out.
To build a new life in the distant future perhaps.
I wondered if people would make it.
So much against them. I imagined the future would look like that place in the movie 'The time machine'
All you had to do was knock a few Morlocks on the head and the place would be yours.
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