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69 ways to world peace

probably the number one cause of world problems is the neglect of one person wanting their feet rubbed and the other partner's lack of simultaneous feet rubbing.  to solve world hunger and all other social problems, assume the 69 position with your partner.  but instead of the usual hanky panky, extend your hands to your partners feet and begin a loving massage.  now from this position think of 68 other ways you can save the planet by satisfying your partner.  be sure to really "rub off" on your partner.  training videos and a companion book workshop are in production.  seminars and demonstrations will be announced shortly.

My kinda phone conversations (as rewritten by my Kia)

One night, on the phone with C.'. I said, "Speak nerdy to me.  Like a stud muffin queen."

"What?" she replied.

"A stud muffin queen,"  I answered.

"A stud muffin queen?" she replied.

Now I cut to the chase, "Now call me something fantastic!"

She replied, "Say something romantic to me."

I answer, "Can I buy you some ring tones?"

Silence persists on the phone for some moments. 

I hear in reply, "Roll out your vowels longer."

And I muster, "Caaaannn III   buuuyyyy yyyyuuuuuooooo sooooommmeeee riiing tooones?"

Uncontrolable laughter breaks the speaker phone.

I followed with, "did i get that right or what?  How about a ******* account?" [a networking site popular with everyone in the universe]

More silence.

She slowly answered,"I dont think you can say anything more then that.  Im afraid you outdid yourself bunny."

And the conversation, ended.

armed robbery

just because the subject of death got me thinking of my closest encounter while robbed at gun point, i wanted to write in continum of the previous post.  i only have a few other encounters with death and this was the closest.. i was 21.  at the time i had been unemployed for almost six months. i had managed to stretch $600 dollars in savings with some help from my friends, and two evictions later, to $150 cash. i kept on me at all times because i didn't have a bank account.  i had a very irregular diet at the time.  i had every penny taken from me. i was absolutely finished.  i had no where to go.  i believe every moment of my life reflects on the person who decided to let me keep it.  and to those who helped me make it.

the first time i was almost killed

i was in fourth grade.  my step dads daughter who was a few years older than me was in for the weekend.  she was always very jealous of me because i was living with her dad and got to see him more.  this situation had been going on for years.  it was a result of one seriously spoiled brat wanting her mommy and daddy to be back together and i totally understood that.  but one summer day the following incident occured.  i was ten years old and she was probablly fourteen.  my mom, myself, and her were at the community swimming pool.  my mom had found one of these toys that sinks to the bottom of the pool.  she called out, here Andy, get this.  at which point it dropped to the pool several feet from me. 

i started swimming for it when the girl came racing after it at full speed.  at which point she dived under water i had by propulsion landed over the spot.  she grabbed it and when rising up got caught in my legs and thought i was trying to drown her.  when i did get away she rised up in a fury.  she swam toward me, and much larger than i was, held me under water while my mom started screaming at her.  i was held down under the water for a long time.  i remember being under water, giving up any hope of arising.  i was going with this when at one point the pressure down eased and i knew i had a decision to make if i wanted to come back up. i had already ceased  moving.  i saw what i can only describe as gelatin mercury which whose surface the water had became as i rose to the surface.

immedietely upon arising i spat out the water that filled to the entire brim of my mouth i was once  choking myself to keep the water out of which.  the girl took off by the time i had climbed over the rail, choking up water.  the whole incident remained suspiciously unspoken about for sometime into the evening.  i kept occupied [i m shocked to remeber with exactly what too: designing my own futuristic army on paper with colored pencils.  god i wish i still had that notebook.  ]  in the basement where my room was.  when at last i had learned from her step dad that she was crying in her room she had felt so bad for what she done.  for me it was really quite surreal, even though i didn't know what that word was at the time. 

all i knew for certain was of exactly where i stood with this person.   

UPDATE: now that i think about it, this has some extremely interesting magick.  drawing this futuristic army was in fact, (the idea of which was unbeknownst to me at that time) a form of sigil creation as i was a constant target of bullies in school.  going to several different elementry schools promotes the possibility.  but the end result was that i was creating a defense force so that no one could hurt me.  i'm going to meditate on this staggering opening up of my psyche i've long hidden.  i'm most interested in knowing where this army has gone to.  the second time i was almost drowned by someone was in ninth grade.

what i love about the internet

i love that it's open source magickal collaboration.  i mean, so many places, so many people, meeting each other, sharing with each other, getting to know each other, completely inside the bits flowing flowing through copper.  talk about alchemy par excellance. 

i've been able to touch so many people and make friends of which i never knew possible all in the confines of the Internet.  i dont know how millions of people i've come across on the internet.  i've enchated women in norway (they spoke norweigan at least) to the very limits of possibilities for communication.  its like a divine gift.  think how annotying the world be with out it.  the eighties anyone?  yes i know the eithies were annoying for other reasons too, but thats besides my point.  i find it hard to imagine ways to think of what it would be like without it.  life would be a lot more routine. linear.  [Note to self: this occured to me upon meditating that K.'.G.'. does not own a computer] what i guess i'm trying to say is i love this place.  the Internet is the most powerful tool EVER CREATED in human history. 

you have the power to take [EDIT] governments and create empires.  you have the power to contribute to society, often confused with meaning your friends.   if i am a citizen of this sphere i can be a bandit or even a pirate at will.  and even a saint. 

theres many strange things on the net, but dont worry i'm just getting started.

why i think w. wants to lose the war

i think the soldiers know that if they dont win in iraq and that they would come home from being defeated.   its personal opinion that this is exactly what bush wants, to perpetuate a degree of psychosis in society as to difuse any political opposition from forming.  the irrevocably scared by the 60's generation of Vietnam vets (all of whom I respect) still exist on many streets and towns of americas, Vietnam veterans.  the homeless epidemic in major cities throughout the eighties largely consisted of Vietnam veterans, thrown out from the country they fought for, incapable of mental health.  this is what bush wants to create in order to control the demographic modus operendi for the regime.  think pharmaceutical companies, the world monopoly on selling drugs. 

think about that. 

they don't want competition, this is their Brave New World after all.  the new "humanitarians" mess up enough of the population to extract for the rest of a lifetime monthly prescriptions of pills all owned by major players in the washington capital, d.c.  you get a lifetime paying customer, each month charging for these seven to eight pills the "patient" is taking their pills.  what a splendid business model.  who knows what the drugs actually do, they could or could not do the things they're prescribed to do. 

so this is why i think bush is attempting to contaminate a generation of young people to follow the ways of their parents before them.  we can't afford that.  we must be smarter than our parents.

we must be smarter than hearing the Siren and ignore its graceful approach.

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poor iraqi police

i feel kind of sad how iraqi police are being used as pawns for those at the top that are taking all the money.  they're local warlords in a no go zone of a foreign "ally" in their homeland that dont give two shits about em.  isolated and vulnerable, they'll be surrounded and fall.  but it sounds like it has its benefits at least, the mention of corruption as a "major" problem is notable.  on this foundation you will found a launch pad for iran.  i hope everything is on schedule boys because bush is out in 2009 and you wont be coming back.

abcnews...

man defends freedom against home invasion

+1 for our side.  I'm esspecially glad the coke head in the plot of the story gets the honorable mentions he deserves. 

nytimes...