Fuck yeah.

We got out tonight.

It turned out great fun.

Lotsa art and stuff.

Lotsa young hotties.

Lotsa movement.

We noticed that lotsa folks

seemed on the make.

There was lotsa salt and

pepper action. [yawn]

Some cool toys at one of the

galleries.

We bought a couple. 

One for our lil demoness

compatriot.

One for our favorite muse.

This ritual got accomplished

in the same time line.

It won't make a lot of sense

to most, but do old M that

favor and get in the spirit of

it.

Gilsig beauwem sequfuck

Some things are going to change for the advantage of this colony of selves.  We have the process going of tuning up the engine.  Some new opportunities will be coming our way.  Life opportunities.

We have closely watched the dead end streets that so many pursue. 

We get a big kick of disgust out of some of this behavior. 

This whole younger man-older woman thing.

We have never seen one of these boys that didn't come off as anything but a total fucking wussy.

Granted, some guys have to start somewhere, but to keep revisiting because it seems an easy mark is ridiculous.  That’s a mark of a pussy.  The crew that I ran with never did that except out of desperation.  Even old, smart, attractive women put me to sleep.  Of course, that’s a relative set.  Very few women are really hot at forty five or fifty- DAMNED few.  Most of them have an outlook on life that gets very boring very quickly.  I have interviewed dozens and dozens and it is pretty much the same story.  Usually, they have tons of baggage[and saggage].  Now any young man with self esteem a notch above whale shit has no business with any of them unless they’re making a “mature” porno flick.

Many methods exist for young men to get some self esteem.  You boys better get some or the young gals will all take off with these ugly gangsta rooster muthafuckas and all you will be able to get are leftovers in the biological shuffle.  You will find yourself loving the mother you never had.

As for Mondo, he has set the gears in motion for happiness.  He has confidence that his actions will pay off in all areas.  He passes by idiots like road signs on a highway with no speed limit.  Life is just too goddamned short.

This is in response to a blog by Stephanie on MySpace, that most awful of places. She bemoaned the fact that most men don’t do foreplay and if so, not very well. I commented that alpha males really don’t have that problem. We don’t, we do lots of foreplay.

We build sexual tension to the point that a woman’s erogenous zones become more than obvious. We build her to the point that the entire act of sex works as a whole and that fucking works as an inevitable ends.

When the kissing begins it happens for several minutes maybe complete gratification gets delayed for a few days in order to build even more tension. Caressing and kissing other than on the mouth gets consuming and may last for hours before nudity ensues.

Caressing itself seems a great art especially behind the knees and on areas of the necks of some women. Women loved to be kissed and caressed on their sides and under their breasts. They like their nipples caressed. Some like them rolled and twisted(this works particularly well while spooning and sliding in the dick in experienced lovers)

Combining the caress with kissing seems unbeatable. It seems like you can never get too carried away. She will store these memories if you anchor them appropriately. She can pull them up and intensify the experience, going into the state of arousal almost immediately.

Your dick ought to be dripping at this point if its anchors didn't have that state poised from the first kiss.  Now she'll be ready for some clit massage and g spot work.  We can't miss on this one if we do her right, she'll be eternally grateful if she hasn't had this before.

When you master this, especially the thumb and fore finger roll, you can combine it with the cunnilingual coupe de grats like she never had before. The orgasms in most cases will be unparalleled and this can increase the intensities of her orgasms from intercourse. Ol’ Mondo has had great results getting women who’ve never come from fucking to multiorgasmic frenzy. One lady who shared herself with us has come up to sixty five(65) times in a night as a result of these techniques.  It's amazing when the social contract gets put away and man and woman have full presence and appreciation of each other!

Then comes the squirter or female ejaculation. Wow! This is a reward for a job well done. A beautiful thing.

Now she's really primed to fuck.  You better have saved your energy and better have a third reserve because she's gonna tear your ass up so that you never will get rid of her...

STUPIDITY AND WEAKNESS

stu·pid

Pronunciation:

\ˈstü-pəd, ˈstyü-\

Function:

adjective

Etymology:

Middle French stupide, from Latin stupidus, from stupēre to be numb, be astonished — more at type

Date:

1541

1 a: slow of mind : obtuse b: given to unintelligent decisions or acts : acting in an unintelligent or careless manner c: lacking intelligence or reason : brutish2: dulled in feeling or sensation : torpid <still stupid from the sedative>3: marked by or resulting from unreasoned thinking or acting : senseless <a stupid decision

stupidity

1 : the quality or state of being stupid

weak

2 a: mentally or intellectually deficient b: not firmly decided : vacillating c: resulting from or indicating lack of judgment or discernment d: not able to withstand temptation or persuasion <the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak>

weakness

1: the quality or state of being weak; also : an instance or period of being weak <backed down in a moment of weakness>2: fault, defect

It’s almost like Mondo doesn’t have to write anymore.

Sometimes he has to ride herd on his alter ego(ae). Sometimes his alter ego veers from the path and sojourns in areas that may elicit stupid behavior. It remains important to stay away from stupid people as well. Most Americans we meet-like 95% (Mondo gives slack here) seem repositories of stupidity. Their beliefs are deplorable and have done their share to limit us.

When ae does stupid shit and reminisces in stupid shitland, Mondo has to remind him of the pain this causes. He did some real dumb shit on MySpace yesterday and disrespected himself to some extent. He tossed a friend, who got hurt by the tossing.

When ae did his undergrad at Arizona State, it was a great party school. Ae had a lot of immaturity. He fucked a lot of women and ran to tell his friends so they could all revel in who they had humped. It seemed like this had more importance than the actual experience of fucking these young women. Ae fucked very well-alcohol and pot worked almost as well as middle age does now. Four women in a row proposed to him and while his ego felt massaged he politely declined and ran to tell his friends. He didn’t lie about who he fucked or any of the sordid details. Actually, most of the time he very much enjoyed these experiences and regretted telling his friends who mostly seem closed mouthed about their own. Today, we know that had to do with emotional insecurities and lack of self validation.

Now he may have fucked some things up that he thought he wanted to cultivate.

He doesn’t want to go to Seattle. He hates to fly and he’s worried that it will turn out boring as hell and tedious. There won’t be enough of what he really wants.

This posits. What does he want? Lots of different things and he knows the list well. He won’t share these things here except after he’s acquired them and used them up or absorbed them for energy value. He actually began to think pervasively about love again. That’s right you little cynical bitch-love. He knew this seemed occurring because he got very hateful.

In the darkness, that berates,

Showing the hardness and the coarse retorts,

The homicidal thoughts, the vile scenes in his mind; the human state in all its ugliness.

The pain that motivates to the darkness of cool unfeeling. The dagger stabbing the hated with a hand he manipulated in the quietude of night.

The pendulum of love and hate swings and the illusion of unconditional regard destroys.

Humans act like humans and we are the children who hate. We seek out the altruists, exposing them for their narcissism. We love and show our affection selfishly. We touch and possess. We possess and consume. We consume and excrete, rebirthing to devour.

We live.

Indulging her was always a challenge.

She had such an allure. I never could fuck her enough. Even in her piteous, most terrifying aspects I could see her beauty. My friends admonish me by giving her some awful names. But each of them had his own female ball and chain. None of them got the sex that I did and told me so when I marvelled them with my adventures.

She loved to get berated during sex. She’d have me seat my 230 pounds on her shoulders and death fuck her mouth while shouting insults. To gain more leverage I gripped the headboard and slammed her head into it with furious strokes. Her clit was almost too easy a task. She’d keep a continuous pressure on the hood at the head, barely moving it while I slammed and condemned her vehemently. She came violently, usually in a cold sweat, in the ways I have seen many Scorpios do.

She also had a taste for public sex, especially in adult bookstores.

One particular occasion happened after her daughter (who I’d later debauch for a Jack in The Box Cheeseburger-her request) got her face punched by an excon, ex OG at the Christmas Eve NA dance in ’96.

I extracted her from the situation and as a “reward” she told me it was my night and I could have anything I wanted after she shot some speed which of course I “had” to help her procure and inject.

We went to Mickey’s-a dirty book store with a big theater. She asked me what I wanted and I said a rim job while I beat off so I could finish in her mouth. She popped in some big cinnamon flavored gumballs and I straddled her over a flat bench in a smaller theater. A crowd quickly gathered while we went at it. Soon a chorus of voyeurs found themselves beating in tune to my own asslick generated wanking.

I had to keep my eyes trained on her in her black lingerie`, face buried in my ass and focused jamming my meat.

Finally, I blasted with a series of groans and squirted the gel into her red stained mouth and throat. She swallowed with a hungry gulp and smiled at me, “Get what you wanted, College Boy?”

I cleaned up on her robe, zipped up and turned to get out of the place.

As we went toward the doorway we had to dodge small puddles of spunk that our crowd of onlookers had dropped. There must have been over a half dozen of them. They stood against the wall of the small room, eyes glazed over, looking hungrily at her. As we moved toward the doorway some guy came up and gestured for a handshake to which I did not respond and remarked.

“Dude, that was the best show I have seen here in a long time! Thank you!”

The poor depraved wanker actually looked grateful.

After a few more weeks of fucking I quit the liason because her next fantasy involved us picking up a bum from the park, and me buttfucking him while she gave him head. Done, done, done.

From time to time memories create new timelines in the sex and death magical perspective. Love works like a verb and seems ephemeral at best. It comes and goes, waxes and wanes much like life itself. A great life ends and those who remain reflect for a moment and the accomplishments, the leavings can have a legacy much as lovers do in our memories.

I always remember that these things can make the next script of passionate endeavor and that destiny in most accounts seems a dangerous determinism. Death seems the only destiny, preceded by life. Life works like a fractal of beauty, terror, and ecstasy…

I am the visage, the purveyor of charm, the lurker in your heart.

I am the colony you want to love and try to hate and disqualify to no avail,

I am the enigma, the puzzle, the one who appears sweet and deadly,

I move through the veils, unimpeded,

When I touch you, your skin wants to wrap itself around me and sometimes hesitates in the fear of abandonment.

You want me to own you.

You know I am the Baron of those things, those lands of passion.

So you test, test, test. You won’t be ignored or cast aside.

I hold you in my appreciations and you run from my affections,

And I laugh in understanding.

Your instinct that pulls you toward me compels in fire and depth.

Your instincts feel correct; they have anchored down to the cellular level.

Your mind seems singular yet expands like its own universe

And in combining with mine creates a multiverse.

So don’t deny yourself the combinations and recombinations in ecstatic bucking,

Don’t deny yourself the parts that meld with me,

When it flows it talks, it grows into long walks and more talks

And in the shifting of your palace on that jade stalk, that mighty and loving mannerism that begets caresses beyond the niceties you think feel safest…

          FOR OSHUN AT THE RIVER. SHE SAVED MY LIFE.

My Every So Often Political Blog

McCain

He’s an opportunistic carpetbagger who has done very little for the people of Arizona.  He and that other convict, Buckeye cocksucker-Keating are two of the worst shit storms to ever hit the state.  Google his political record regarding what he’s really done to address the important human issues in Arizona…NOTHING.  He’s a war mongering, defense contractor crony who deserves to be ignored.  Sadly enough, because of him and the other piece of shit meat and potato Midwestern motherfuckers who’ve emigrated here to Arizona, this fucker will win the electorial votes in Arizona and nullify our presidential voting unless the state Democratic Party can get out and really do something. 

Here’s a fun little dickie on this putz:

http://www.dickipedia.org/dick.php?title=John_McCain

If you vote for McCain you are showing a great stupidity. The whole patriotic enchantment that Americans have with the POW war hero crap is just another sign of the mental deficiency of the populace in general.  Only about ten percent know the real deal.  Libertarian ideals won’t help us.  Big business is just too big.  The credit card companies have too fuckin’ much profit and power.  They need to be nationalized.

Ron Paul had some of the goods on him, but he’s a shithead too:

Here's some more of the real deal

THE DEMOCRATS

GENERAL

Mondo would like to have gone democrat since he is a true liberal, but how can you do that?  The party is too much a divided beastiality fuckfest.  Hillary’s only good point is Bill, but what can he do. He fellated the corporatists while Monica blew him.  Another shitty daisy chain.

http://content3.adultmovieclub.com/content/Transexual_Trio_7/scene2/promoclips/promo7_marked.wmv

Hillary is an old Goldwater Girl-we can’t give her any credibility.  She sucks in a bad way.

We don’t really think he can do too much anyway except maybe get some good advisors.  He might do some good shit in that case with a Demo congress that isn’t too sold out to the fatcats.  If he’s the candidate and looks like a runaway we get to vote Green again and remain true to our party.

http://www.greenparty.org/values.php

 

This whole sodding Christian shit mess bases this trap for

those with weak egos in the myths of virgin birth,

crucifixion, and resurrection.

Guess what!  This bullshit comes designed to trap and

control you, so you had better resurrect yourself and live

your life abundantly.  Get at one with yourself, integrate

your parts and weld or discard fragments.

Introduce people who will thwart your

attainments to those who will destroy them by

giving them what they think they want.

Realize that ultimate truths went out the

window with religion, seek to act effectively in

all that you do, believe and think.

Create memes daily to bring down the

purveyors of falsehoods that mislead, delude

and intrance you. 

Let the stupid and foolish gain their due with

them. Move out of their path to these disenchantments.

 The God clique sucks. 

The gang mentality sucks.  Too many fellowship assholes cling to the Omerta like secret keeping that perpetuates the criminal mentality.  That type of thinking keeps people fear based and stupid.  The stupidity keeps people in slavery without a master.  The “master” tries to posit as a deity that doesn’t exist. 

Sorry folks….no wait…I am not sorry.  God does not exist.  God is not LOVE.  Love does not occur unconditionally.  Humans do not have the capacity to love unconditionally.  Love has some merit, but it you can’t confuse it with the affections that beget or perpetuate the species.  On a good day it seems a contrivance, albeit a pleasurable one.  Compassion has its own ridiculous agenda of theological subjugation.  We’ve seen the French expose` on Tibetan Buddhism and its inherent misogyny.

Let us not give the emotionally unavailable or PTSD cripples license to remain dysfunctional and broken to social detriment or cynical isolation.  You just become slaves to professors, politicians, professionals, and parents and their manipulative ideologies.  The feeble attempts of these weak ones to justify and rationalize their actions and beliefs remind me of UFC matches of grapplers who can punch out the martial artists who get bloodied and the living shit beaten out of them by these true brawlers.

In a recovery process it gets very necessary to deconstruct the whole delusion. However, the perennial atheism doesn’t show itself well creating new dogmas or getting lost in the dogma of anti dogma.  This gets on with the dogmatism that scientist atheists get into.  The skepticism that comes from the improbabilities and relativities gives us breathing room and the tolerance necessary to create and perpetuate the happy slaves that live to give to their social master-ME.  Tolerance and feigned acceptance work as a tool to trance them into the deconstruction and reframing necessary for growth and useful slavery. The dilemma remains-who wants to make a slave out of a toothless, diseased, bipolar melodramatic?  It’s kind of like dumpster diving at McDonalds.

The Twelve Steps by the same token have to get deconstructed and reframed into useful transformational, Luciferian change ordinances.

Happiness has to get swished and anchored.  Results as in most other things are everything.

If you misunderstand your mind, you are an ordinary mortal; if you understand your mind, you are a sage.

In this it makes no difference whether you are a male or female, old or young, smart or simple.

-Jakushitsu

The morass of entity kept swirling.  At the same time he had enjoined it completely and linked it astrally to his chakric circuits and meridians.  Now the city’s mind was with his and it longed to find itself commanded.  What can he do with this?  He didn’t really want to control anyone or anything.  It did not seem necessary for any particular reason or relating to very many sequences of events.  Perhaps the awe that consumed him prevented this.  He would have to contemplate later and see what came up.  Maybe traffic control manipulations to move more efficiently, quickly and safely?  Maybe infrastructural improvements would get more obvious?  Things would clarify as his consideration toward meditation went further.                                                                    
   

He felt so tired now and felt his libido rise and fall like a serpent up and down his spine.  It seemed time to go to the place he woke up in that felt like a former home.  Maybe the red haired woman would come over for a return fuck a thon, maybe someone new.

The entity receded and his astral connect receded into him on the park bench.  He walked to his car and drove home.  The sky seemed clear.  So very clear that more of the billons of stars sparkled in the night, the endless night.

At the former, so it seemed, home the warmth and inviting feelings almost overwhelmed him.  He stripped off his clothes and crawled into the firm high bed only to find a warm body smelling of female sexual fluid.  She moaned and sighed rolling on her side, flipping a leg over his thighs while his dick hardened and lengthened up to his navel.  Not the red head this one.  Her skin texture seemed thicker and her hair glistened black in the moonlight, peeking through the shades.  His nearest hand sent a long gentle, smooth caress from just below her ear lobe down the curve of her ribs over her waist and across her belly, so hard and smooth it made his cock throb, pushing the dewdrop of pre semen out with its attendant odor.  She moaned again almost accented like Mexican American, his thumb and fore finger parting her pussy lips finding her clitoris to roll and massage with intuitively discerned pressures.  So slippery soft and wet, his opposite hand found her vulva as he turned toward her on his side, sliding down for better leverage and entering her with the first two fingers and beginning the vent massage on her G-Spot.  She squirted almost immediately into her first set of orgasms and he could no longer wait, mounting her, his dick instinctively finding the opening and teasing its entrance while his clit hand continued the massage.  Now the high speed jackhammer strokes began…

SPOATS, THE STUPOR BOWEL AND OTHER FALDERAL

We gotta wonder if you’re sitting around watchin’ much of this shit, are you gettin’ enough?

Probably NOT!!!

We have seen over the years that preoccupations with spoats has gotten so out of hand that many aspects of the human experience that add to the quality of life get ignored for spectator activities. Some even think that fuckin’ is a spoat!

Some of this shit gets more than exploitive, it gets damned misogynist.

Now comes that time of year…oh yeah, I didn’t tell you fuckers

HAPPY FUCKIN’ NEW YEAR!!!