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Adrift in the ocean.

OH NO !! The vampire apocalypse failed !
Posted:Feb 7, 2018 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 4:36 am
WHY ? OH WHY ? OH well.

30 seconds closer to midnight !
Posted:Jan 25, 2018 2:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2018 11:59 am
In this strange and dark land of futuristic threats the doomsday clock strikes midnight and weary souls gaze upwards looking for portents in the heavens.But the Earth had opened up in places spewing out her blood in glowing flows of lava. Now perils from the heavens were hidden by the ash clouds , comets and meteorites appeared from nowhere lighting up the sky and rocking the Earth with their pressure waves creating even more havoc. Some people had taken refuge under the Earth, huddling around dim lighting as their power systems failed. There would be of darkness yet and the air filters had to be replaced regularly as the dust was so thick. Those still left on the surface wrapped their faces in rags to filter the dust out. The air was rich with the smell of sulphur and all the surface water was contaminated. The oceans waves strolled heavily to shore with waves dark and filled with debris. Now the prophets words rang true, there would be a new Earth once this was wiped clean and the survivors would clamber from their holes to feel the suns rays when the clouds finally broke. A few had seeds they had hidden away and they felt the rain on their faces with promise. They would seek iron for their tools to work the Earth as if they had only just emerged from the st age. Wood and nails became rakes and the seeds of weeds long buried began to flourish again delighting in the rich and fertile earth.

How to stay Karma!
Posted:Jan 10, 2018 10:02 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2018 9:24 pm
Why does karma fit like a glove? Are your thoughts your undoing? Let us explain the "exposition" in a practical sense or just brush it aside as a mere work of art. Karma the executioner sits back as the seducer plays her fickle hand, teasing and tempting the unwary. Symbolism is rife in this new spiritual age, and even the most skeptic amongst us sense the slurring of the natural laws as the creators hand leaned upon the unfolding madness . As impatience sets in the last phase is reached and there is a practical demonstration of the power of art. Frustration grew in the angry crowds and mind and hand sought art as a refuge and also to amplify the incongruous state that had set in. It had all been prophesized by the Hindi, who worked out plans to defend against it. To take control of ones thoughts. To be wary as to how you use your hands for when idols are made they stand as your accuser! No longer idle thoughts that could be swept away, now the proof was on display. An "exposition" of the folly of man and the creator. Amen!

"Yoghurt" religion or pseudo science!
Posted:Nov 1, 2017 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2018 12:14 am
In this time of transformation the wise shall arise from all kinds of places and they will be comfortable within themselves. They will smile at the ramblings of a fools tongue ! After the fall of the Worlds monetary systems and communism the "Yoghurts"vowed that a new World order was necessary. A new philosophy was needed to explain impossible things. It involved a reversal of the ordinarily observed path of creation and existence and would form the basis of the new religion. First the subjects (prospective Yoghurts) were to undergo a detoxification period of mind and body to achieve the desired state of "anonymous" for want of a better word. These "anonymous" will come up with all kinds of theories to explain stuff to the "lay" minded, such as disproving known observable facts by simply pointing out their shaky origins. For example as it is not possible to fix a position for the beginning of time and space that they can only exist in a perpetual loop (time within time etc) where by means of the laws of proportionality about the left and right hand terms of the equations always being equal. A fact that the "Yoghurts" attest to be the very centre of their agnostic view. They state plainly that as the truth is what little remains after all untruths have been eliminated and that also by way of reversal of this theorem that the truth can also be used as the starting point for every possible theory conceived for its existence whether true or not. Hence the basis for the new religion which is now a pool of knowledge that can be speculated on with the view that no solid theory is ever established as absolute fact! Leading ultimately to piece of mind ! Minds that can never be proved to exist apart from their own observable existence!

Grey walls continued.
Posted:Oct 11, 2017 12:46 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2017 12:25 am
I asked her what boarding school was like and she said it was boring and she was always getting into trouble and facing disciplinary measures that were dealt out by the matron who was a lesbian and enjoyed her craft very much and having the girls bend over the desk in her office and administering the cane to their young asses. I sensed she was just playing me to impress her friend who giggled and said no it was true and had even happened today. I tried vainly to suppress any emotion but a parasite had crawled up my nose and made my eyes water. I told her to look me up if she was over my way and handed her my card and told her I had some friends who may be able to use her. The pay was okay and the work interesting so we said our goodbyes and I watched her walk back to the bus. She was a skinny girl and I admired her ratty little ass and detected some slight awkwardness in her stride and imagined her little rump being caned. Then thinking no more of it a couple of months later I was surprised to open my door and see her standing there. I settled her into the guest house and arranged for her to meet with my friends about a job. I was sure they would be impressed by her quick witt and intelligence and her ability to stand her ground. But that was more than two years ago now, I told her to back up to the bars and I loosened the straps on the jacket for her and retreated back to my room. Later on in the morning I heard some commotion there as she attempted to get out pulling a ruse on a staff member who thought she was secured and incapacitated only to slip out of the jacket and make a rush to get outside but failed and doubled back to the common room and created havoc with everyone defying capture with her nimble frame. It was then that one of the staff decided to alert Pan the supervisor crashing into her office and informing her of the riot in progress. She switched on the monitor to view the commotion and told him to get back out there and grab her and tie her up in the room they called the vault. It had a large wooden door that was secured by a metal bolt .Then she got on her cell phone and told Gabe she had a tasty little job waiting for him in the vault and he should do his stuff on her the way he knew best and he got onto it immediately locking the door properly behind himself. Pan had switched her screen to the camera in that room and prepared to be entertained. She loved the way Gabe worked. Without any ado he grabbed her roughly and put the ropes on her. Then she felt his big groping warm hands on her back massaging her as he told her she had broken the rules and now she had to be punished for it. Pan enjoyed the show from her office locking the door so as not to be interrupted and playing with her cock as she watched. The girl struggled a bit against the bindings a pain taking hold in her solar plexus like a knitting needle sharpened at both ends was stuck in there. She did not dare to move and just let him have his way with her beating her ass bright red with the whip. Pan got so aroused she decided to go home early to her playmate and after a little fore play she decided to fuck her ass but her mate resisted he attempts till she took control of things grabbing her forcefully by the balls as she drilled her bone hard cock straight up her partners ass and hard fucked her for what seemed like an eternity before finally cumming up there with deep satisfying thrusts. Amen

Grey walls again!
Posted:Oct 10, 2017 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2017 11:17 pm
Slowly resurfacing again I found myself in a grove of rich green trees. They bore green fruit that looked like avocados. It looked like heaven then suddenly the foliage parted in front of me to reveal a girl with horns. She was beautiful as well as symbolic for surely she had no use for them. Then she was gone again. I became aware of the greyness around me. This place was bleak and did not foster hope. Then I recalled the strange events of the previous day.I had made contact with the girl . She instantly recognized me and exclaimed "oh it's you", and then it was my turn to place her to the first time we met. I remembered it vividly,I was sitting on a bench in the street concentrating on sorting the manilla folders containing my work for easy access when she had approached me with her friend in tow. I was lighting a cigarette when she announced her presence by asking me for one. I looked at her appraising her age asking her if she was old enough to smoke. She said sure she was old enough to smoke and fuck and asked me what I was working on. Then I noticed her silent friend grinning as if sharing the joke. She wore a cotton school uniform like the girls down the street waiting for the bus and I guessed she must be from the Catholic school just down the road, but the girl now lighting the cigarette which I gave her was dressed differently and when I inquired about this she said she went to a different school. Actually the boarding house that her foster parents paid for. She asked me if I lived near by and I said no I'm from out of town just here for the conference . She said she hated this place and was getting out soon. Maybe to the West coast to look for new opportunities. I told her about my place in Malibu And told her the coast was the place to be as the industrial heart of America was dead compared to LA's night life.
Posted:Oct 9, 2017 10:31 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2017 1:18 am
started much like any other day. My dream was just about to reach it's conclusion. Loaded camels were approaching the eye of the needle in the desert then I was suddenly aware of some commotion happening in another dimension. I recognized tempo and contrast to this affront of the senses and knew right away what it was. A new type of therapy was being trialled that involved inspiring misfits to dance. I was skeptical about it as usual. Then I remembered that I also saw a girl in my dreams, she had made psychic contact with me asking for help. She was close by and new here. She was struggling on the floor and I could see her laced white panties as she attempted to right herself. Then I remembered that I'd seen her a long time ago under very different circumstances. I would see what I could do for her later. I was making good progress with my plans here. Already I had found a way to defeat the locks with the tool I made and could readily get about a bit undetected at night. Once there was a scuffle and a five dollar note slipped out of a pocket that I quickly snatched up too. Later that night I managed to write a small letter and with the use of my key I got into the supervisors office that sat conveniently above the street and opened the barred window a little and lowered the note with the money attached on a line I had made with the request that it be posted and hoped someone passing would notice it and perform the request.. Soon my prayers were answered and I heard voices down there and a tug on the line. I pulled it up and found a slightly eaten Violet crumble bar tied on the end of it. This was very welcome as I was not allowed to have such things here.Now it was a waiting game. I was good at waiting!

Smoke hung in the air and what was that aweful smell?
Posted:Oct 8, 2017 11:11 am
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2017 9:45 pm
The crimson dawn broke with the sight and sounds of apes stirring. This new land steamed like a fresh pile of ape shit and the plants genetic code still held the memory of the dinosaurs. A squared stone stood proud and out of place, it's purpose undefined. The visitors had left and on their way out they briefly stopped to leave another marker planted firm in the lunar dust. Much later in time it would be found by people who had begun to master the technical age. They marvelled at who could have left this tomb like marker unadorned by any inscription in this lonely place. What was it's purpose? Then when one of the astronauts touched it it began to light up. It was a touch screen that they found would transfer images as one swept their hand across it. Cities could be seen that defied gravity and the atmosphere was clear. They revealed much about their planet and extended a greeting on the last page with an outstretched alien hand and a kind of star map of where to find them.

Posted:Oct 6, 2017 3:59 am
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2017 5:27 am

Opening a path to new dimensions.
Posted:Oct 5, 2017 11:56 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2017 3:23 pm
Form and shape were the language in this strange and new place. Things that I'd never dreamed of resided here. Angels loomed large like nebulas spanning space. All I could do was look in awe at the unfolding splendour in front of me. Now I understood something of the process of creation. That geometric patterns and design were in fact the melding of different dimensions to perform the Quantum nature of all that abounded us. I was suddenly confronted by the paradox that I had sought to understand for so long. Something had cast a logical spin and given momentum to the elements we generally referred to as fabric to force them to bind into conclusions that were practical in their manner and being of strong forms to hold and resist the opposing forces. The strings although erosive were still captured by the power of inter dimensional geometry and allowed by some intangible logic to form a space where minds could speak. Their mutterings were the vibrations that resonated with the ripples in time. Time really was king here demanding it's rightful place in it's conciliatory role amongst the vying shifts in dimension. Thus I also came to the startling conclusion that time was the only thing that stopped these other dimensions from consuming each other that could only result in a rift of mega proportions being created that would instantly de-polarise all matter that ever existed. I suddenly shuddered at the thought, lighting a cigarette to calm my nerves as I reclined back in my chair and wondered what that would look like.


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