Ramblngs and Ravings

Subject: Ramblngs and Ravings Sat Apr 13, 2024 6:16 pm

Just a thread for shit that can't be categorized in a thread of it's own.

Subject: Curing Sex Addiction Sat Apr 13, 2024 6:50 pm

Why couldn't I have minded my business and never picked up that phone...

Once upon a time,I had a 25 year relationship.When I say relationship,I mean prison sentence.Like a panther in a cage.She threatened to end herself a number of times if I "ran for the hills".She conveniently doesn't remember the several occasions this happened.She denies it now,cause she hates me.

She did everything,with the advice of others,to induce self deletion in me,but a big fat FAIL.

I'm happy bitch.18 year old school girls were chasing me in Woolworths the other day.I'm 54 and pretended not to notice afraid of gaol/jail sentence and beatings.(I thought it was a police sting/operation,Operation Peado !) But Christ she was hot.I apologized I even looked at her,the look and smile she gave back you'd find in taboo porn magazines.The only thing to top naughty school girl is her in a Cat-Suit,whip in hand,I'd scream,"Whip Me ! Whip Me ! I've been good".

I'll admit it was one of my good low wrinkles day and clean shaved.

Stoned,I look like an eighty year old hobbit.But two days later straight,shaved,it looks like I've gone back in time.Can't believe I still pull them,grey hair and all.

I used to over indulge in sex because I could never get the connection I wanted with Sam.I needed passion,kissing,intensity,heat...everything she's not.Would've been happy with one experience a day if it was intense.

So half a dozen was needed to neutralize the passion.

That's a lot of time in the day.She hates me.It cut into her daytime soapies.

When we split,a lot of strange women came by.But they all had amphetamine addictions,drunks with box wine and a house full of fertile inbreeding cats,valium and pill addicted shells of women,mental illness and a deep misandry buried in their psyches.I got to see the results of all these damaged women from men like me.I copped a reflection of all my bad actions.Karmic debt repaid in full Mr Universe.

I blame myself for what happened in my relationship when I should've been strong and walked out on her in the first week when she disrespected me.Penis was engaged not the brain.Stupid.

I also accept the horrible way I spoke,lost the love of my children and Sam,but I'd never use them as weapons like she did or corrupt their thoughts with lies.Just the raw ugly truth with me.

But she never accepted responsibility for her actions and played the victim card her whole life.

She'd say cause we did it on an over crowded train during peak hour in front of everyone,that was passion.

No...that's a naughty one off kinky public display never to be repeated.It got the couple next to us hotted up,but she didn't wear a dress.

We didn't plan it.Started at Hornsby and I held it to Wyong.Good Days.

But since the split,I weighed my options.Good mentally stable women are married.The widows I meet their children set you up on hoaxed transgressions to protect their inheritance...or am I in the way of their planned matricide for life insurance fraud ?.

That was the feeling I got.She was 70,a millionaires,gorgeous and feminine.I just wanted company and passion...and maybe a 15K paint-job on the HR sedan I got.That's a lot of cunnilingus.

So I thought,if her kids are planning to help mum fall off her perch...or downstairs,best I don't be the 'fallguy'.The lives of the rich and elite and monsters for children.Brother and sister did seem abnormally close.

Hmmmm.

So with great fear I drove off into the sunset in my battered Kia Rio and a pulse rate of 160 beats per minute.On speed/amphetamine,it was only 140 bpm and I was in my twenties.Ever so scared.

Didn't want to pay to cum,so I resorted to spanking the monkey.But I have one little different aspect to you.

I have voices in the head.I'm in telepathic connection to an Occult Group that perform a type of ritual,they hunt people,make them suicide is the prime directive.It's called 'Negative Telepathic Group Rapport' .They're not the nicest people,but they got to know me better than anyone.

Karly,the lead occultist told me once all the other targets went celibate.I'm a defiant stubborn idiot who likes danger for an adrenaline rush.Your hormones used wisely is like free drugs.

And I admit,there's a little ginger girl there,alias 'Megan'.Despite the initial wishing to kill each other,we did fancy each other,I mean there's more than magnetism.And she is trained incestuously from a young age to enjoy sex,it's just what that society of people do.

So in our little fantasies,I was Daddy,a very good looking,but very naughty Daddy with his favorite,but very naughty daughter.Start off with her coaching you,slow and deliberate,learn to hold back from ejaculating,wanks lasting 1 1/2 to 3 hour sessions,culminating in shooting wads eight feet away,nearly blowing a hole in the wall.The only thing more erotic is kundalini energy itself.

It was cheaper than phone sex,rates are what,$5 a minute ?.
(that's $450 to wank versus professional lady $250 for 45-60 minutes)

I thought I was getting a deal,until I stopped doing it and woke up to myself and seeing where this was going.As soon as I stopped,I was punished.

They put this energy spear through me,I was buckled up,bent over on the floor with pain for six hours or more.Then this dead energy came through my crown chakra and I had to vomit.I get to the toilet,puke,stomach rumbles,quick,I had to shit.Then vomit and shit again.This happened four times.I was heaps lighter at the end.

If that wasn't exorcising some type of demon,I'll stand f#cking.

(She's laughing right now).

So I had to find a cure for my sex drive.Heroin is to expensive and not really good for you,I tried to fantasize President Obama giving me head in the limousine,but he'd probably do too good a job and I might like it.

I was desperate and there was no reverse pill or opposite to Viagra,except castration.I'll leave that to ugly woke-tards who should stay out of the gene pool anyway.

Then I found this porn site, xxx CrackWhore dot com.

The answer to my prayers.The video clips of young women with herpes,drug sores,blisters and warts,with one chick had a boil under her arm-pit the size of a tennis ball.The missing teeth and eyes the size of dinner plates.The non-human partners .

My proud throbbing penis,scrotums swollen and purple,beads of clear pre-cum dripping down the shaft...shriveled and receded .

It went beyond flaccid,it tucked up so hard I thought I become a little girl.

But boy I was cured.

So everytime I get a tingle,I have the site bookmarked on my browser now.It's a quick free solution and now I don't have to worship Satan.

I'm now celibate and free of naughty thoughts,mostly.

I'm such a good boy now,they might ascend me to a God on the moons of Orion.

But that's another story.

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I have no desire
I can't feel a thing
I just want to make him happy
Daddy's little girl
Daddy's little girl
Daddy's girl don't wanna be
His whore no more

Food
Shelter
Love
I need to hold my tongue
I need to hold my tongue
Didn't know I'd have to lose so much
For Daddy's love
Didn't know I'd have to lose myself
For Daddy's touch

Listen!
Listen!
Listen!
Daddy has something to say
He has something for you to do
And he wants it done right now
And he wants you to do it his way

Subject: All Jokes Aside Sun Apr 14, 2024 6:24 pm

The above post is a satirical look at my life as a single man.
But there is a serious aspect I didn't want to spoil the laughs with.So I kept it for this post.
Celibacy is forced on me and I accept it,I want it.The time is closer now.The 'Paranormal Experienced' thread talks about a dream in three parts.The post titled 'Dream 3 Sequence 3'.It'll give you an idea.

I meet somewhat decent people,those learning their lesson to appreciate relationships more,most fall back.But when the woman get's close and you can feel the electricity building between each other,then this happens each time.

They get this message,like a telepathed communique,"don't touch,he's not for you".Olivia,this crazy zaney fun chick with a flightless bird actually said it to me.And I really wanted her,but I knew not to as well.She even said you're meant for something else.It's wrong if she does and despite the desire,I'm happier with the path.

This has happened a few times now.I probably couldn't get a root in a whore house these days.

And maybe that's a good thing.

Brian Eno once said the song Mother Whale Eyeless is about impossible relationships,I think it's appropriate...and beautiful.

Subject: Live-Stock Wed May 01, 2024 3:32 pm

If we evolved from apes,why can't we have organ,blood and tissue transplants from this species.

Yet bovine (Cow blood) platelets and pig hearts can be transplanted into humans with a high success rate.

Charles Forte once said we're just cattle.Check this,I just found it.

https://fancyclopedia.org/I_Think_We%27re_Property

I Think We're Property
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A quotation from The Book of the Damned (1919) by Charles Fort:

Would we if we could, educate and sophisticate pigs, geese, cattle?
Would it be wise to establish diplomatic relations with the hen that now functions, satisfied with mere sense of achievement by way of compensation?
I think we're property.
I should say we belong to something:
That once upon a time, this earth was No-man's Land, that other worlds explored and colonized here, and fought among themselves for possession, but that now it's owned by something:
That something owns this earth—all others warned off.

The concept, that humans might be owned by alien beings as we own domestic animals, has been hugely influential on science fiction.

Edmond Hamilton was among the earliest to make use of it, in such stories as "The Space Visitors" (Air Wonder Stories, March 1930) and "The Earth Owners" (Weird Tales, August 1931).

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