blurrighter: I am on,
mandy: hey! : what' up
blurrighter: howdy
mandy: what r u doing today?
blurrighter: I read on a lawn in the park
blurrighter: did a hand stand
blurrighter: climbed a tree
blurrighter: fed squirrels
mandy: u clime trees?
blurrighter: well some dogs I knew rushed into the park chasing a squirrel up a tree
blurrighter: and one of the dogs is shy to all
blurrighter: so I climbed the tree
blurrighter: for the black dog
blurrighter: to see what humans could conceivably do
blurrighter: and to not be so shy
blurrighter: at least with me
blurrighter: they remember ya
mandy: lol, i used too when i was a kid, and my mom was always mad at me when i would rip up my new clothes
blurrighter: oh
blurrighter: well
blurrighter: how much do you weigh now?
mandy: 130 i think
blurrighter: ya
blurrighter: you have nice hips
mandy: and u?

blurrighter: 165
blurrighter: let me go check
blurrighter: brb
mandy: ok
blurrighter: 163
blurrighter: lost 2 lbs
mandy: but u r tall
blurrighter: 5' 9 3/4"
blurrighter: my brother is 5-11 1/2
blurrighter: never made the 6 feet
mandy: lol
blurrighter: 6 feet is important size for a dude
blurrighter: how tall are you?
mandy: i just came back from the beach, i am burned
blurrighter: what are you 5'%"
mandy: i am 5' 8''

blurrighter: oh
blurrighter: yeah
blurrighter: cool
blurrighter: for 130
blurrighter: that is perfect
blurrighter: how can a mexican burn?
mandy: lol
blurrighter: you must have fell asleep
mandy: yeah, and i had 2 margaritas
blurrighter: thought so
blurrighter: and last night what did you do?
mandy: i went to the casino,
blurrighter: oh
mandy: came home
blurrighter: cocktail dress
mandy: watched a movie : had sex
blurrighter: gee
blurrighter: I wish I was with you
mandy: and went to sleep
blurrighter: you know how to live
blurrighter: and ate a tomato sandwich
mandy: and u?

blurrighter: me
blurrighter: shot pool
blurrighter: played ping pong
blurrighter: went to a strip club and danced
blurrighter: the girsl were amazed a guy could move like that
mandy: lol
blurrighter: I was like the energizer bunny in a stiff cotton shirt
mandy: did u make some money?
blurrighter: the collars were extended like a vampires
blurrighter: broke a 50 $ bill
blurrighter: GRANT
blurrighter: I did knock in 3 stripes on the break and then hit in two more before my friends could go
blurrighter: 5 ball run to begin
blurrighter: yeah I was cocky
blurrighter: then we walked from the pool hall to Honey's strip club
blurrighter: and we were under the 7 train
blurrighter: and I made this sound of a car scretching and my friends looked over
blurrighter: and they thought I was hit by a car
blurrighter: I forgot I could make that sound
mandy: lol
blurrighter: the elevated train captured the sound and made it more intense
blurrighter: then my other friend said I was weird
blurrighter: and I said, hell, I just made two guys puke up their Heniken's without even saying a word
blurrighter: what the fuck is wrong with you I said
blurrighter: and then he said ?
blurrighter: That's is my friend he is fucken weird
blurrighter: and I looked where he was talking to and whom he was talking to
blurrighter: and it was a gas station
blurrighter: but there was no one there
blurrighter: so I am like who the fuck is he complaining about me to?
blurrighter: he is the one who is crazy
blurrighter: well, I am crazy bu that is besides the point
mandy: wow, he is the wierd one
blurrighter: then I bought pumpkin seeds, had a good orgasm
blurrighter: and went to sleep
mandy: i just had a orgasm now
blurrighter: actually this time I sat in my pool of goo
blurrighter: so the energy would not be lost
blurrighter: I think it was healthy to do that
mandy: after the sun adn the margaritas i got so tired and horny
blurrighter: but it was like fucking my own ass
blurrighter: and pumping it full of sperm
blurrighter: yeah
blurrighter: tequila will do that
blurrighter: oh
blurrighter: I see
blurrighter: yeah
blurrighter: orgasms are good
blurrighter: they make you sleepy
blurrighter: my computer is hot
mandy: yes, its so relaxing
blurrighter: I better get something to drink
blurrighter: I did mine last night without the use of my hands
blurrighter: I fucked furnature like a vampire robot freak cat sex like
blurrighter: it was fun
blurrighter: you had to be there
blurrighter: magic orgasm
blurrighter: furniture
blurrighter: sp -5
mandy: yeah, that sounds interesting?
blurrighter: I know
blurrighter: strange but true
blurrighter: alright
blurrighter: I am gonna go for a walk
blurrighter: you aught to try without the use of your hands too, fuck a pillow or something
mandy: ok Dave, talk 2 u latter , have a good walk
blurrighter: bye

Actually when I sucked my toes, my face kinda buckled and throbbed in a good way.

That was just the kissing of the toes, then when I actually placed my big toe in my mouth, then it was more tectonic ricter scaley.

I did my big right toe first. I wasn't gonna do my left, but then when I was leaving 42nd street after seeing the silver surfer, I almost sprained my ankle coming down soe steps like I was in High School. I sat on one of the benches that you aren't allow to lay down on the ribbed ones for bums, and I pplaced my mouth over the bruise that appeared on the reflexology point of my right ankle which turned out to be the inside of the left wrist, and I lined up my feet and hands all through that line of healing, and then a girl walked by.

I said, it is great to be a healer, I had a totally fucked up ankle 10 seconds ago, and now it is healed, then I felt the adjustments in the back of my brainstem.

That is why the birds answer to us when we drop from the sky, the reptillian brainstem is our toy we have mastered. Birds are reptiles. They come from the Pteradactyls and the like, the dinosaurs were feathered.

You know I tend to believe other humans can read my mind as I walk by, which is a shame because I have some dirty thoughts. I was coming down to the platform from spraining my ankle and some humans said, oh, gee, he hurt his ankle really bad, now he has to start over. I was like how the fuck did they know this, that happened 5 levels up, and I just showed up on the scene without even a limp because I know how to hustle the inexistence of injuries as a sports hero, soooooo, either I have some aura and they can see where I am hurting, which is possible or they can read my mind.

I am glad they stopped saying there he is, is that him, now they just whisper, because some people cannot detect me, namely drunks and well, actually the blind man of the village was involved in a fight and he said I knew it was you Coach. I thrrew him a LIncoln to get some food. So blind people can detect me. It has to be the 6th sense. I don't know what it is. Just keep 11 year old girls away from me, I want to make it back from hell above back to heaven on earth, wihout some 11 year old space vampire keeping as an interesting orbital that has to roam like the wolverine or the tasmanian devil with face fungus. I like my mojo the way it is now.

Anyways, so last night I was involved in a coke deal, and I walked the streets in Brazilian shoes, and thin dress pants for the summer dance off I am going to do, but I never made it to the clubs, and so after the drug deal, I was invited to a after party at the dudes house.

I went to the corner of town where the Russian blonde beavered strip club is at, and couldn't find the apartment. It was closing time at the strip club, there was three vans of hot blonde bomshells with heightened senses of libidonic masterpiece of asses. There was a white van followed by a black van and then a silver van. I walked over and then got behind them, and I said to myselfm well, alright, there might be some new girls and I am supposed to heal them with my JA ws (JA means God), and so I opened my mouth for the last time, and I got the hit of my lifetime. The sexual energy of these girls was amazing, it hit my brain really fast and all at once it sent a shock wave instantly throught my entire brain encapsulated within my cranium.

I was thankful for their efforts to make me even more powerful.

Anyone with a terminal illness in NYC can come to LOng Island City, Hunter's POint to be exact and I will heal your genetics for free, I won't tell anyone. For a limited time offer though, as when I come down to earth all I will be is a father dude who can make love forever and knock down a whole bar filled with bouncers. I carry my own cue stick, pool sharks travel in pairs, but I drink alone.

Philosophies arise out of the self

Know thy self is what Socrates said right ?

Once you know the self then the rest is mere projection of that self.

The young ones on here, like Nella who admit their unfamiliarity with themself, are in a process of absorption.

I used to tell my students that college was a place to see what is out there, and then to make a decision in which LIFE direction you wish to go, and college will take you there.

I think today is Bastille Day, th estart of the French Revolution.

Just make sure your revolution is not a revolution of conformity.

I think the beauty of Gothism, is the acceptence of the self in the face of oppression of the nugget we are.

Let us be gold, let us shine in our own special way, follow that which quickens your pulse, and then you become what you desire.

All I wanted was you, I didn't want all this coming my way, I would have settled with you Tamara, but you gave me everything by not giving me you, thank you, goodbye my dearest of eternal friends, I seek not closure with a lover I kissed more with my eyes, but I seek a new beginning with someone else who didn't get herpes on my time. PLease don't smoke, so I can love you, for love of the self is the greatest, and then you can be loved.

There are seven days in a week because of biorythmnic factors. If you notice each day on earth has a special flavor. It has to do with the mojo, the pyschology of sex, whetted appetites on different days.

Exercize on Mondays is especially good for sexual health which runs the body, that is why they start the work week on Mondays, to get everyones ass in gear.

Then after you have the Monday Mojo fix, that is why you have two for tuesday, you can go buck wild on tuesdays, twice.

Wednesday is hump day, whatever that means.

Thursday is looking to score day, or voyuer day.

And Friday is sexual friction day, or being teased to death

Saturdays are kids day, Paedophiles mow lawn on that day to wake up Vampires to keep them in hell, you want to go out and strangle the pedophile.

Sunday is Gods day the day of rest.

Christians have the Sabbath on Sunday, Jews have the Sabbath on Saturday. It is just a differentiation of worship, Jews would then regard children as gods, or the holy ones, and Christians would regard the Sun as God.

There is no 8th day or 9th, it is life on a loop to loop, same shit different week.

But my opinion on necro is that death of the spirirt depletes the body

and a body once dead can be brought back by the rejuvenation of the spirit.


I was dead, from lack of spirirt, or lack of will

but dead was fun so I got into it

and the spirit in me rose, the spirit of the moment, the spirit to do things long lasting, to weld a spirit future, for my body to perish and yet something to live on.

The spirit raised me

I will say this.

One of the last necromancy tricks is to place a Y chromosome on the girl side as well. It only seems fair that if we are going to make devil girls in the right feet, then we are going to make left handed male angels in ya left foot.

This is where the balance is. This is why more death creates life. I was 3/4 real, and so placing the the 3/4 alive into the dead pool, brings out the last 1/4 chromosomes that come from nothing, or death, and this brings life, full life, 100% life.

This last thing placing a male gene under the heart line, is ressurecting the Holy Ghost. So left handed dudes are quite special.

Oh yes I didn't want to discourage the dude from representing his aggregate intellect. I was merely trying to funnel him into the coral withe the proper gang tatto, anyone that smart should also have a sense of humour (English Spelling). Two black guys tried to sell me tickets for a stand up comedy show, and then by the end of the scene they said "YOu know we are hiring too, just ask our boss."

Nah, I never whore myself out. I am a mental slut for free.

Chemical signatures is right on there intense girl with the ballet shoes wrapped too tight. Energy is a whole hell of a lot. It is what gets you singled out in the first place, attracts enough attention to be sent to hell, and if your brainwaves intensify with effeminate cellmates and you are more of a man for bumping shoulders with the devil, then he lets you out, because the devil doesn't want to be stood up to in hell, there is room for only one bad ass down there, but God doesn't mind the competition.

I think cocaine is too highly battered the offenders of. I like cocaine, what else are you going to do on your birthday but snort ground up rhino horniness? Then get busted on your birthday? We wait 364 days for cocaine, one day of like 25 hours of sex with one woman who doesn't mind you can't pop your load, and then the bust a nut society policeman's benevolence society comes in and arrests you, and the woman is horrified.

Noooooooooooooo don't take me fuck machine away.

Drugs that increase sexual potentials should be rewarded not punished. The system is ass backwards. I have now begun my experiments with crystal meth and this new girl who sings quite well Fergie. She hasn't had white guy in a while and I figure once you go vampire you never fly back.

Um, I dunno about when life starts, that is not for humans to decide. But I will say that there are a great very many people whom take life for granted and they should be aborted.

I met a girl baby in Slovakia. She had the White Blood Disease, I kinda blocked out the name of the disease because I thought i was going to get it. Leukemia.

Anyways, her hair was gone. This was 1995. We walked with her down the street, she had just learned to walk. She was smiling, she was intelligent, and she was as thoughtful as an 80 year old man. We gave her ice cream, she was happy to be alive, she was happy to be there, she made our day, she was the light of the trip I still remember, the power of life in her dead body. It was inspirational.

Some of you think she should have been aborted. I don't think so. Life is beautiful, even the suffering in life brings out the best, and the perfect shiney happy rich people kill themselves.

Dear Ben:

Whenever I write something to someone Tony
never redirects it to where it was intended, so I just
decided to aim for the heart on this one.

I offered a local photog an opportunity to raise
some money for the rennovations of his photography
studio by selling some of Tony's photos there. So we
got to talking about the War. His father was ROTC at
University of Nebraska, and then built the Alcan
Highway in Alaska and landed on Normandy beach 30 days
after D-Day, he was a captain, having majored in
elctrical engineering. And he was scolded by your
Grandfather twice, and he told me a story he said he
had never told anyone. He was attached to Pattons fast
moving units by building bridges, and one day the
General comes to visit the pontoon site, and he finds
out that two non-coms are overseeing two dif bridges,
and he complains to this Captain, that something as
serious as building a bridge for 40 ton tanks should
be overseen by men with something on their collar that
shined. The Captain thought about the validity of
Patton's point, but then told him the deal. "Because
there have been so many bridges built to satisfy the
demands of the offensive, I simply ran out of officers
to be in charge. Both soldiers are qualified, though,
one worked with me on the road building in Alaska, and
the other was an Engineering graduate (at some
prestigeous University)" Patton, called to the front,
he had made his decision. The two NCO's were summoned,
and they must have been shaking more the closer they
got to the tent. Meanwhile Patton took a chair, and
had a talk with the Captain for about 45 minutes. They
talked about horses, primarily, and it was either the
Captain or his father, one of them actually had bred
horses for a living, so one can only imagine how in
depth the talk went. The two officers arrive, and to
make a long story short, Patton digs in his pockets
and pulls out two sets of 2nd Leuitenant bars and does
a battle field commision right there. Even though in
that theatre of the war there was a shortage of
Engineer officers, for the duration of the War the
Captain never lost his 2 leuitenants.

The second time Patton crossed paths with this
Captain, came also in France. More bridge building.
Patton was surveying the river bed to examine the
efficiency of bridge construction, when he was
disturbed by what he saw. The engineers were in the
water afitting the pontoons together in their skivies,
the General was fumed, normally he fine a soldier 25
dollars if a button was unbuttoned on the uniform, so
this was about to pout smoke through his ears, so he
had to do something. He approached Captain Crowley,
and demanded an appropriate explanation for this
flouting of the letter of his law. The Captain simply
said: "Well, General, the men, they, can put up with
the cold of the river for a while, but when they come
out of the water they like to have something dry to
step into..." After that Patton made a new directive
that engineers, could at the front decide for
themselves what amount of stitching is appropriate for
the circumstances of the operation.

The last story has never been told, because in
it might be a dishonorable discharge, or the
equivalent dishonor whatever that might be, even if
all parties are no longer living or breathing, so it
has been a secret for all time, up until today. The
Captain and his engineers were back at the
headquaters, and they saw some nice looking practice
rifles laying against the HQ, and so they looked this
way and that, engineers who prolly never carried a gun
and were not sick of the sound they made, made off
with them. Meanwhile Patton turned the whole base into
an uproar, someone had stolen his cherished practice
rifles from his personal collection! After all, it is
as I understand it, that Patton was quite a marksman
and had received a medal in some Olympic heptathalon
event. So anyways, the Engineers had left camp and
went off somewhere to shoot freely in the French
countryside, and when they returned to the base, they
parked the jeep just outside of the main gate, because
the MPS were making it difficult for anyone to enter
or leave the camp because of the pilfering. They
saunter up to the MPS and ask them like a bypasser
might rubber neck at a fire, wondering how it started.
Once told they return to the Jeep and cover Patton's
rifles with their jackets. Luckily they were only
searching vehicles leaving the bee hive and not ones
entering the fire from the frying pan. So they quickly
propped the rifles up against the tent, and no one
ever said a word.

In Truth,

David Martti Vaccaro

If Florida is a phallic symbol and Miami is really Mami, then Papi let's loose his load and Cuba is the resulting geological formation.

Ponce de Leon found this to be the fountain of youth. Florida mean flowers, and flowers is the subliminal code name for children.

I don't think Ponce found the fountain of youth, but he probably was the one to name Florida as such, since the subliminal ... you get the picture....

We should invade Cuba and strip Fidel Castro of his nurses, unless he died already, which I think he did. The nurses survive though, they always do, they suck out the life from the old gents and get botox injections raiding the bank accounts of the old perverts who have to pay for sex, because they have fallen and they can't get it up due to the toxic sperm spillage pool better known as Cuba.

Cuba doesn't like america anyways. When Puerto Rico becomes the 51st state next year we should invade Cuba, steal the nurses and place a biological genocidal weapon into the bannana crop to knock out the bannana republic because they are bannana heads of the first order.

Walls are high to keep the truth in, that they have something to hide. We might as well do them a favor blow them out of the water, then to solve the rising sea level problem we could dig out all the earth under Cuba fix the excess sperm toxic spillage, and then New Orleans would stand a chance the next time a hurricane named Kat comes their way.

Cuba has always been nothing but a problem, it got Kennedy assasinated, the Bay of Pigs and all...

They got nukes anyways, bomb them first, be paranoid, shoot then ask questions later.

"Girls dont like weakness, they prefer strength. strength is going to keep her fed, strength is going to keep her protected. Unfourtunatley the more male hormones you have the more of an asshole you become."

Women just like being strapped into a fast moving car.

Testosterone can be controlled, first sampling licorice at an early age aids the manhood growth, then when the real thing hits you are prepared.

In my particular case I was supposed to be a girl, and I am not male at all either, I agree with Cold and Ugly. BUt men can be made, and perfect little girls like me and him can be made into men, by constant brainwashing, and infighting with the Neanderthals and Java men.

Then when you build the perfect beast you show him that he isn't even a man at all, and it is humiliating, still I look forward to the day when a guy finally hits me with a punch and floors me. When they yelled at me that I was gay for crossdressing in public, and I told them what would it feel like for a gay guy to knock you down, what would that make you then?

Then they took off in their chocolate cars with their girls strapped in, and since they couldn't beat up the guy in the dress they beat up their girlfriends whom stay in the car because they like the safety of seatbelts.

That was one of my finer underground posts.