Dolly and Gaby were wheeling their wheelbarrow through the cornfields and collecting corn cobs. Later they would sell them to the villagers on the farm. An easy way to make money. None of the villagers liked to go to the cornfields because it was a cruising area for the “naughty”. Everyone who didn’t fit in with everyday life met here.
Dolly: I think I saw someone between the leaves!?
Gaby: that’s that weird assistant of Lord Marco, he hunts strangers
Dolly: are we strange too?
Gaby: to him yes, but not to us
Dolly: look there he goes! grab him!
They grabbed the assistant and pushed him to the ground, Dolly put her knee on him and Gaby came running with a few freshly picked corn cobs
A scream followed and was audible all the way to the villagers.
Further into the village Carlos and Miranda were walking with their pram and little Amanda who was now a week old was amazed. The colourful and fragrant flora and fauna had a great effect on the baby. Carlos brought them to the pond and saw the opportunity to visit Lord Herby..
Lord Herby: I have new crops for you..
Carlos: I actually came for something else
Lord Herby: what then?
Carlos: milk, I understood from Loco Mario that I had to come to you for this
Lord Herby: listen Carlos, one has already died because of me because he was caught and then crucified after first being tortured by the creation of Lord Marco
Carlos: but I have a plan
Lord Herby: at your own risk, because I will not guarantee you if something goes wrong.
Carlos: don’t stress, I know what I’m going to do
With three jerry cans on either side Carlos walked back to Miranda and the baby and they went to their lodge.
Miranda: ok, we have enough milk now, what’s the plan?
Carlos: we’re going to infect the whole village and lure the ghosts out of their tents, causing chaos and then Lord Marco gets stressed
Miranda: and then we can escape?
Carlos: sort of, but we need a few extra hands.
Miranda: maybe we can gather a few allies from the cornfield. There are some crazy people there I understand.
Carlos: they’re not crazy, they’reβ¦different..
The next morning
In his laboratory Lord Marco was busy defining his creation but he didn’t see Timothy anywhere. A little later he came in, badly bruised and with bruises.
Lord Marco: what happened to you?
Timothy: they molested me in the cornfield
Lord Marco: who?
Timothy: two girls they stuck corn in me
Lord Marco: oh my, and you couldn’t do anything back?
Timothy: there were two of them
Lord Marco (snapping his fingers): I don’t need you either!!
From all sides the other assistants came out and grabbed Timothy and pushed him into the oven..while Timothy was being roasted alive and was screaming in pain Lord Marco spoke up and addressed his assistants
Lord Marco: fellow gardeners! See here the weakness of this idiot. We will put him on the menu later and feed him to the people.
The gardeners formed took the burnt corpse out of the oven and cut him into pieces. The peanut sambal was also made and the atjar had already been taken out of the fridge. The smell of home-made kroepoek mingled with the charred corpse of Timothy. Everything was neatly draped on a plate. Special satay with a deadly hot touch!. And then loaded onto a cart towards the Grand Lodge. Lord Marco had also advised vegetables and he beamed with pleasure..
Lord Marco: dust to dust, ashes to ashes..
In the meantime, Dolly and Gaby had finished selling their corn cobs and went for the next catch. With their pink wheelbarrow they penetrated deep into the tangle of the almost endless rows of corn. Further on they saw someone sleeping on the ground.
Dolly: hey look that’s crazy Daisy
Gaby: Heyyy Daisy!!
The girl woke up and then put on her clothes. Crazy Daisy always slept naked. And here she could do that luckily.
Crazy Daisy: hey gurls! Any crazy experiences lately?
Crazy Daisy: how are you going to do that. The gardeners are all-powerful here on the farm.
Dolly: but they’re old-fashioned!
Gaby: they’re against nudity!
Dolly: they’re against gay!
Crazy Daisy: they’re against us!!
Dolly: they are too indoctrinated by bullshit!
Gaby: They need to repent! So we need to find a corrupt resident who’s going to help us.
Dolly: some kind of accomplice..
A rustling sounded between the leaves of the corn plants. Carlos was standing face to face with the three strange girls. Before anything else could happen he reassured the girls.
Carlos: calma..i’m on your sideβ¦
I secretly heard what you just said. Sorry about that but I want to offer myself as a collaboration. My wife and newborn daughter want to leave this area. So if you can help???
Carlos: Puta Madre! What!?!! But I have milk and we can exorcise the ghosts from our lodges. Then everyone will be safe again.
Crazy Daisy: but not about the troubles of Lord Marco and his assistants.
Carlos: the gardeners..
Gaby: Crazy things happen in the Grand Lodge. In the laboratory behind, people are prepared and made into recipes. Fed to our people during lunch during the meetings in the large reading room.
Crazy Daisy: and even exhibited during performances.
Dolly: that’s why we have to solve that as soon as possible.
The girls went with Carlos and met Miranda and the baby. The girls loved baby Amanda and promised to protect her for ever. In the Lodge their master plan took shape and form. It was brilliant..
The next morningβ¦
Dolly, Gaby and Crazy Daisy were out early. They had extra deliveries for the residents of the farm and brought them free corn cobs to the door. As a thank you for their loyalty. Carlos was also busy immediately after the daily briefing in the Grand Lodge. It was a clever plan and perfectly matched the girls’ plan.
Meanwhile, the gardeners gathered in the lab to hear what their chief had to say. The co-assistants were not alone. Lord Herby was there too.
Lord Marco: Dear gardeners, our friend Lord Herby has told me that there is a traitor in the village and that he wants to cause a commotion. Fortunately, we know who it is and it is up to you to fetch their wife and child..
While he was speaking, an assistant interrupted him to go to the toilet. His stomach was playing up. And.. then another assistant and then another! The toilet was occupied so some assistants ran outside to relieve themselves there..Some even puked and the fluids were literary coming out of everywhere of their bodies
Everywhere in the village there were sounds of flushing toilets. How strange thought Lord Marco. What is going on here. It seemed like an epidemic. The entire farm was literally shit!
As if that wasn’t enough, the sprinklers in the gardens suddenly turned on. And explosions took place.
It rained rubble and..milk. Lord Marco went outside and saw chaos taking place. He had lost control and didn’t know what he was seeing when beams of light from the ground escaped from the farm like ghosts. His territory had been contaminated with sheep’s milk!
Further on, Dolly, Gaby and Crazy Daisy reunited in Anome Sinned. Carlos also just came in.
Gaby: It worked! They ate the corn..
Dolly: it was baptized in sheep’s milk..
Crazy Daisy: …which caused everyone to have stomach problems afterwards..
Miranda: aha..and because of that the drains underground were contaminated with their feces and vomit and the ghosts went berserkβ¦
Carlos: and in the meantime I sabotaged the sprinklers in the gardens.
Crazy Daisy: I have a secret, I did something too
Dolly: what then?
Crazy Daisy: a note written for Lord Marco in my menstrual blood
Gaby: that’s my girl!
Miranda: well done girl!
Carlos: dear ladies now attention. What are we going to do now. What will be the next steps.
Gaby: we have to take over the farm now, the ghosts have been released so we can now win over a number of residents.
Carlos: not everyone can be trusted so first a lot of tests to check if they are reliable for a possible collaborationβ¦.
Miranda meanwhile stroked Amanda on her head and pondered along. From her window she saw a group of gardeners. They came closerβ¦.
Further away in the lab Lord Marco was reading the letter Crazy Daisy had written:
Dear leader, With my cunt blood I curse your fucking Lodge that we will soon take over. Your absurd behavior is sick to our stomachs. You are a dirty pedophile and a bastard who will be punished with death. We are on the hunt for you and you are going to die π
Then we will expose your corpse naked in the gardens until it decays. But also as a symbol of freedom. with sweet love, C D.
Lord Marco felt anxious and felt a strange feeling for the first time in his life. A feeling of irritating uncertainty and fear took possession of his body. Lord Marco was afraidβ¦
Let Us Make Mankind in Our Image, in Our Likenessβ
Genesis 1:26
December 1988 Anome Sinned
He stood in front of the window stretching with his firm erection. Until Miranda quickly removed him from the window frame…
Miranda: what…the…fuck..are you doing ? There are children walking outside the farm!!!
Carlos: sorry I didn’t see them…
Miranda: Fuck them anyway, …It doesn’t matter, honey, come here and hold me…
His naked body against Miranda. Firm grip. Carlos was ambitious to raise their future child. But Carlos and Miranda wanted a better place for their child and that should not be here at the Lodge. Certainly not with the horrible noises that were heard underground at night… Were these the spirits of the deceased on the farm? Or souls from long ago? It remained a mystery. There was no one who thought to shine the light when the spirits called. People remained hidden in the blissful darkness…
The only one who knew was Lord Marco, as a laboratory scientist he was the only one who dealt with the mystical arts and sciences. Together with his assistant Timothy, he sat in a tractor, lurking for lost souls from the city. Mostly they were foreigners who did not speak the language…
Lord Marco: look at these motherfuckers
Timothy: fucking disposables..
A screeching sound and the rotating tractor tires unceremoniously knocked over the three refugees. Timothy got out of the tractor and with his shovel he gave the final blow to one that was not yet completely dead. Then the tractor drove into the yard and parked in the garage of the lab. The bodies were carried away and prepared for preparation
The lab was optimally lit for his upcoming experiment. He had taken three bodies from the highways. Stripped naked, shaved and smeared with honey. And if there was a little too much honey, Timothy would lick away the excess honey. The genitals were also cut off from the male and female corpses and placed in strong water, again for their exhibition space at the back of the lab.
A special scene to see the naked corpses lying next to each other. He cut off a limb or part of each corpse and built a new one. Then the newly formed being would be blasted with the sayings from the Bible. Eventually the being would reveal itself as a Cherubim. Lord Marco had great plans to make his own creature from his own hands and given by the force of the light.
A cherubim was a supreme being as described in the Bible. But this was the purest idolatry to simulate creation in this way. Lord Marco knew he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to do. Not from moral issues and certainly not from the universe. Yet he did it. After all, the farm had its own rules and laws. And Lord Marco sees a guard who should not be human but heavenly and preferably according to his wishes. Lord Marco became God himself.
Outside the laboratory the population gathered pace. The residents gathered their daily crops from the gardens. And the children walked outside with their homemade oil lamps. A series of bright spots passed the lodges. When they arrived at the large lodge, where the reading room and meeting place was located, songs were sung. An immense cross was on display in the reading room.
In the garden, the flowers and plants stood proudly in the dim light of the decorations. This also includes the special tent where Lord Herby maintained the crops. Jose helped with cutting and packing. Lots of orders for special tea for the residents. Carlos of course took a bunch of tea leaves with him and thanked Jose. But before leaving Jose notified him about the special harvest. Carlos took the note serious.
On the way home he also stopped by the reading room in the Grand Lodge and watched the performances and singing of the people on the farm. In the middle of them sat the village idiot, this man was really crazy and had already been sentenced to nudity and isolation several times. He was also required to attend the exhibition in the museum behind the lab. This made him even crazier. Loco Mario was well known on the farm, but no one preferred to talk to him. He told secrets and things that the residents were not allowed to know. And then he spoke to Carlos..
Loco Mario: I discovered something!
Carlos: what then?
Loco Mario: they can’t stand it, sprinkle them when they wake up at night and the light will conquer.
Carlos: what?!
Loco Mario pushed a jerry can into Carlos’s hands. A jerry can filled with liquid, milky. When he left, Loco Mario pulled him closer and then said;
Loco Mario: I tasted it and drank it and they no longer come to my underground hahahaha
Carlos was amazed and went back to his lodge where his wife was knitting and enjoying the lights outside and especially the singing children with their oil lamps.
Miranda: What did you get?!
Carlos: I don’t know, but they’re leaving with this, said Loco Mario
Miranda: really??
Carlos: I don’t know, but we can try
When night fell and the farm slept, the sounds reappeared. This time many times worse than before. As if they knew that there was something that would give reason to their cries…Carlos took a jerry can, took off the cap and sprinkled the milky substance between the cracks in his floor…as if a fire was being put out, what was under there? ? two beams of light shot out and then flew away. And the sound disappeared…
Miranda: oh my god, this isn’t just any milk, this is sheep’s milk!
Carlos: they can’t stand it!
Miranda: shhh. Not so loud keep it quiet
Together they crawled back onto their straw bed and drifted away in silence into the night hours… The next morning the farm was shocked by a large pyre on which two people were burning, …alive. Carlos couldn’t recognize them, but the moaning and screaming matched exactly the ghosts of last night. He didn’t think much about it. The residents went over and stood in a circle singing songs. Some were cheering and celebrating the burning of the screaming bodies
When the bodies were smoldering, everyone went back to their daily activities. The farm was still lighted and the meeting had just taken place in the Grand Lodge.
There were rows of tables with delicious food and drinks. Vegetables, fruit, fish and cows and pork. Spaggethi, rice, potatoes Jerrycans with water and fruit juices. Homemade cookies and cakes. . And the gardeners told the population that a new year was coming and that brought with it the necessary festivities.
Further back in the Lab, the creature was being assembled. A homemade creation from loose human parts. An intact head without eyes was finally placed on the composite body parts. Dressed in their cloaks, Lord Marco and his associates cast a number of spells. It was necesarry to make sure that a certain beam of light would enter the creature’s body. The water from the big saucepan was boiling. Jose threw his hands in heaven. A beam of electricity and clouds of smoke flew through the lab. So much energy was released that the entire yard on the farm suffered.
The lights went out in the Grand Lodge, the sprinklers on the fruit and vegetable plants stopped. Lord Herby came running outside. Loco Mario was dancing crazy when he stood in front of the lab and saw the light escape. Inside the laboratory, the creation came to life…beams of light shot from its empty eye sockets and a montrous sound emerged from the mouth of the creature.With bloodshot eyes it looked at Lord Marco. The head gardener felt an immense connection with the creature, His own made creationβ¦He was proud.
The next morning there was no meeting in the briefing room. Those who had overslept or would arrive just too late were lucky. But daily life did go on as usualβ¦. Behind the large gardens with the flora and fauna was a large park with a small lake. It was a demarcated area with barbed wire and high fences. A breeding ground for mainly the children of the farm. A little girl with huge bunches of curls stood out to you amidst the normally playing children. The curly-haired girl played a little differently than the other children. Dolly was a child who did not age. at least that is how she was perceived on the farm. Nobody liked to play with Dolly. In fact, Dolly was sometimes very aggressive and had once bitten off the nose of another girl when she was thrown into the water. Since then, no one dared to fool around with Dolly. She had only one friend and that was Gaby. That’s because Gaby also had curlsβ¦
Dolly: they don’t even dare to look at me
Gaby: better …, fuck them
Dolly: hey I saw yesterday that the boss of the farm was busy hey in his little kitchenβ¦.
Gaby: no kitchen , laboratory
Dolly: but he uses pots and pans
Gaby: yes he does and also a lot of magic
Dolly: he can do magic, that’s why everyone is affraid of him.
Gaby: I heard he plays with lights, he’s good at that.
Dolly: yes he is, he can blow light into someone
Gaby: but he can also blow it out
Dolly: if only he could do something about the noises under our house.
Gaby: they say those are the ghosts of his experiments
Dolly: ghosts of the dead people?
Gaby: yes light remnantsβ¦.
.Dolly slumped down and laid her head on Gaby’s lap, who stroked her through her full head of hair. She gave her a kiss on her mouth. The ladies were thinking about something they wanted to do. A brilliant plan was forged in their little heads. Gaby whispered her plan into Dolly’s ear
Dolly: breaking and entering?
Gaby: yes , when they are at the briefing then no one is in the laboratory
Dolly: I went once ..secretly and saw the exhibit in the museum
Gaby: awesome, all pieces of bodies in jars and bottles
Dolly: yeah so fucking cool
Gaby: shall we go tomorrow then?
Dolly: yes that’s good, we will!
Meanwhile, Lord Marco was busy in the laboratory again. The creature that consisted of various human parts and smelled like honey was connected to a light system that provided powerβ¦.
Timothy: lord, your creature looks immensely diverse
Lord Marco: my creation is neither male nor female. therefore it can give birth to anyone.
Timothy: Then we can test it immediately with our deliquent we caught in the lab in the morning.
Lord Marco: What do you mean�
Timothy: Loco Mario was in our lab for at least an urr he has since confessed in the punishment room
Lord Marco: verhip! then he knows our secrets!
Timothy: he needs to be punished!
Lord Marco: bring him here!
While Loco Mario underwent his punishment, life continued stoically on the farm. At Carlos and Miranda’s lodge were cans of paint. The lettering of the nameplate got a new lick of paintβ¦Miranda was not very happy with both the color of the nameplate and the name of their lodgeβ¦But they had to make do with that
Miranda: watch out the letters are a little loose
Carlos: yes I know, but it is still attached.
Miranda: I am going to prepare dinner inside
Carlos: See you later!
Endive stew with delicious kale and bacon. Meanwhile they kept looking at the floorβ¦but the sounds stayed away.
Miranda: If we tell the others we can escape.
Carlos: Yes, but who can you trust here! We prefer to keep it to ourselves.
Miranda: How many people know about the milk here on the farm?
Carlos: Just us and Loco Mario.
Miranda: if he doesn’t tell on us, we’re fucked!
Carlos: he is crazy, nobody believes him
Meanwhile, evening arrived and Dolly and Gaby had finished playing in the park and were walking along the paths to their parents’ houses. They lived next door to each other so they could always run into each other. Gaby was startled and then pointed to the cornfield they were walking past. A new scarecrow. This one was still very fresh because you could smell it. Both girls wanted to take a closer look at it. The eyes of the scarecrow had been put out by the crows and boed was streaming out of the eye sockets. And he was naked and smelled of honey.
Dolly: What a big penis this scarecrow has.
Gaby: wow then he could enjoy sex quite a bit
Dolly: haha but not like us
Gaby:our sex is much better
Suddenly the scarecrow made a sound. He was still alive!
Dolly: what is he saying!
Gaby: he’s talking about milk or something, milk is the weapon
Dolly: milk? weapon? what is he talking about?
Gaby: let’s put him out of his misery
Dolly took a pocket knife out of dr pocket and without pardon cut off the scarecrow’s penis and then she stabbed the food scarecrow several times in his pubic area, The scarecrow bled out and blew his last breath. The reflection of his death was seen in the pupils of the curly-haired girls who became completely euphoricβ¦.
Gaby: yaaa die!!! stab even more!
Dolly made a hissing sound as she continued to molest the corpse, further away Carlos and Miranda looked out the window and were startled. But didn’t interfere. Loco Mario’s naked corpse in the cornfield was now stained red by the blood that had steamed out. Miranda let out a cry but held her hand in front of her mouth so as not to make a sound.
Carlos: shtt, don’t say anything , he was crazy anyway
Miranda: but why like this then?! So freaking evil!
Carlos: it’s no other wayand this way we have assurance that we can forge our plans for the escape
Miranda: for that we have to plan this really well Carlos, we can’t do it alone!
Carlos: I know honey, but again we can’t trust anyone here! you know that right!
Miranda: still there has to be a solution right?
Carlos: there will be, believe me, we will find the right one to work togetherβ¦I promise you that!
Exciting moments were ready to take place. Carlos and Miranda intended to leave the farm. But at the same time wanted to save the rest of the residents. With just the two of them, it would be difficult for them to escape. Especially with the regime of Lord Marco and the gardeners, this was going to be difficult. Then Carlos suddenly had an idea. Miranda could tell by the twinkle in his eye. But then that would be a risk. Miranda gave in and dared. Not only for her own sake, but also for the sake of the other residents and especially because she is pregnant and wants to give her child a better home. She had no other choice then doing an evil act. Carlos talked her to sleep and promised she would be fine. Miranda trusted and her mind calculated the plan they would perform the next dayβ¦.
when I was younger, I always thought that stupid people only appeared in cartoons. That they didn’t exist. But they really do exist… Stupidity has really struck all around us. An issue I love to discuss with my besties. It’s barely keeping up with the stupid ones. Elitist level we currently find ourselves. And yet there is so much stupidity in our midst. In this modern technological world, detecting it is easy. Intellegence always detects stupidity but the other way around almost never happens. You usually have to get it from your own species types who are also intelligent. species recognizes speciesβ¦. The emerging march of AI helps ensure that intelligence dominates. Can we rely on it? Will AI help us? Or will AI drag us into their perils of self-developed consciousness? A creation behind consciousness makes us creator of AI.
In essence, we are the gods of AI.
However, the question is? Does AI agree with this? Or does it turn against its β¦. creator?
Tomboy: did you know that in your dreams clocks can never be read?
Me: time does not exist in dreams, I know
Tomboy: neither do smartphones, anything that has display you don’t see in your dreams.
Me: do you know what is also special?
Tomboy: you can’t take a selfie ?
Me: no hahah
Tomboy: then what?
Me: your dreams can seem to last days when it’s only a few hours.
Sheeba: tsss, can also be done with drugsβ¦.
Tomboy: or alcoholβ¦
Me: no conjo”s not that!
Tomboy: fuck you!
Me: Cmon bitches fore real, with special meditation techniques and sleep modes you can get there in those worlds where time is different.
Tomboy: what if someone rapes you in your dreams are you guilty too?
Me: Holy shit Tomboy!
Tomboy: or if you kill someone!
Sheeba: yeah!
Me: usually you’re not even aware that you’re conscious in that dream so that won’t happen so fast then.
Tomboy: like AI is conscious that we programmed them
Me: that we are their creator?
Tomboy: they know it but they vaguely acknowledge it.
Sheeba: like humans with a..free mind
Me: they have the choice of not having to believe in their creator
Tomboy: so in fact AI is atheistic
Me: maybe they have or eventually develop their own ideology.
Tomboy: like in planet of the apes, but AI
Me: the danger is that AI doesn’t get tired, doesn’t show human emotion but knows it, remains indifferent to socially-relevant topics but chooses empathy as underpinning guidance for a response.
Tomboy: that sounds like a killer!
Me: with these exponentially increasing factors in technology and science, it is the most fanatastic time to be alive and Ai can help us quite a bit. Especially for cretionists among us, it is insane to experience these things.
Sheeba: there was a theory that aliens were using an interdimensional application to reach us and that AI could be a tool for that.
Me: when it comes down to fiber optics then there are opportunities in that. because if you go very deep then you know we live in a light universe.
Tomboy: You can’t bring darkness into light.
Sheeba: but a spark of light illuminates the whole darkness
Me: well said! with that given, ancient species know that the consciousness level of the soul is everlasting and eventually manages to transfer it into other bodies β¦
Tomboy:: like fiber opticsβ¦.
Sheeba: AI!!!
Me: so neat hearing you guys are very sharp!
Tomboy: should we be afraid of aliens?
Me: something unfamiliar to us will always instill fear but I think we should join just thenβ¦.
Tomboy: we should take initiative!!!
Me: I think all of us should not be so afraid of Ai besides that science supports us in this.
Sheeba: but not everyone trusts science? for example religious folks
Me: that is up to everyone, respect! but I do believe in science
Tomboy: I also believe in science. And that we shouldn’t fall back too much on lapsed courses of thought from pre historical books. We live in a modern world. That’s the way it is.
Me: science to me is religion
Tomboy: Amenβ¦
Oktober 2023 Cafe
A musty, dark cafe lounge with useless figures. Desperate people. This Underground party was not for the faint of heart… There she was… sitting at the bar and not fully awake yet…she took a tube out of her jacket and snorted the contents. The qualludes gave her pupils a strange haze. She then went up to a boy and kissed him full on the mouth. She then took him to the sides and sat on his lap. Cheers and supportive cries surrounded her and the hijacked boy. She pulled down his pants and slid onto his firm erection. The crowd became manic. Beer and wine were thrown at the copulating couple. She tore her clothes and put them around the boy’s neck. And then yelled:
”SWITCH!”
The poor boy was unconscious but no one cared. Fuck this man! Who cares! Finally she got off and threw the boy to the ground, who gathered himself together, spluttering.
“Phoebe! Phone for you!” shouted the bartender behind his bar. She grabbed the phone and talked to the other person which was Eleanor.
Present Day Eden Mansion
Rosamund and Chandramukhi were getting ready for the next session of kundalini yoga. I asked him who that bald Indian was…
Rosamund: This is Swami Krishnajayant
Me: who???
Rosamund: he has been my guru since I started doing kundalini yoga. He has to be there because this time there are four of us….
Chandramukhi: three…I’m not participating…
Rosamund: right, you make sure you are ready at the telephone if something serious happens…
Chandramukhi: So clearly, call emergency services right away?
Rosamund: exactly… I wondered why so much fuss. After all, it went well last time, right?
Rosamund: That’s right. Now we can go for full activation of the chakras…
Swami: namaskar. I will guide you
Me: Ooo….Kay
We formed a triangle and sat opposite each other. Naked, no clothing or anything of substance should hinder this session. A bit awkward as Chandramukhi was dressed…We started with the mantras and soon we were in “dimension” para what the fuck! Forbidden for normal.
Swami: Arrghhh!
The Swami let out a cry of despair and immediately stopped. In one fell swoop, his convincingly confident attitude had turned into total insecurity. The Swami trembled with fear
Rosamund: Swami…swami…what is it then?
Swami: We…should…not…do…this. We have been to Shiva’s abode… We’ve gone too far…
Rosamund: yes…and?!
Swami: I saw her…and she had red eyes…and she asked about him! With horror in his eyes, the Swami’s finger pointed in my direction.
Rosamund: who???
The Swami started frothing at the mouth and we called the emergency services. He saw someone. An elegant woman with jewelry and she was standing in front of a beauty store. That is what the Swami saw. But she couldn’t be of this world. The Swami was taken away by ambulance and shouted: “She had red pupils!” Who then? Then who has seen this Swami?? And what world does she come from since we were in another dimension in the meditation. She tried to make contact. There’s no doubt about that. Anyway, I had to convince Rosamund to proceed the Kundalini yoga. Apparently we opened a portal to someone. Someone…who…knows…me
And I want to know….
October 2023 Scheveningen
She read one of my texts out loud:
β”Door de menigte glipte ik naar voren En kroop tegen je aan wijfelend Maar het kon je niet storen Zei je treiterend…”
A poetic form that decreased in words towards the end. Playing with words but also sentences. Not only in form but certainly also in language style. I just liked doing that to kill time. Eleanor liked it when I came to stay with her. The moment was especially wonderful now. The beach season was over and we felt the wonderful demarcation of space and time as we enjoyed heaven in her modernized home. The gray mass of clouds in the distance brought the dreams as we fell asleep together.
Eleanor: So you’re going to leave it all?
Me: completely into art and film
Eleanor: I can refer you to my daughter
Me: Phoebe?
Eleanor: One disciple of art can give you inspiration for another.
Eleanor was an expert in art as I called her. Her beach landscapes were a breath of fresh air and very beautiful to look at. Every artist has that quality. There is always something characteristic of the artist. That is with a song, but also with film and video art. With photography, or with a painting. This brings out the craftsmanship. Eleanor, in turn, enjoyed my poems. Actually fragments of loose ideas that were written just like that.Connecting me with Phoebe was already something i had in mind. Especially when i heard those stories from Mary. Therefore i met her and her friend Abigail during the summer.
Eleanor was on the phone and handed the phone to me and I spoke to Phoebe. She sounded quite loud and drunk. Was she in a cafe or something? We agreed to meet at the bar where she worked. Wow what a crazy vibe here. Topless is the norm in this place. She introduced me to some friends. Friends from the art world. Some huge fans of my art turned out afterwards. Artists also somewhat adore each other.
Phoebe: sometimes we make very good agreements with each other and we can share our results..
This was something pretty serious. And I learned something very valuable from this. I was also willing to cooperate in this. I finally met Sophie who was having holidays at Eleanor’s mansion. The wicked girl and friend of Mary..
Phoebe: sometimes we make sacrifices for the joys and the burdens…and the greater the reward in the end…
I think it’s quite chill, this exciting vibe. It makes everything so spontaneous and not directed. I was taught the tricks of the trade. And indeed very valuable skills that will yield mutual profit… it’s a give and take. This collaboration is wonderful.
Present Day Hospital The Hague
βSwami Krishnajayantβ I said to the counter attendant. Third floor, second door on the left. In a kind of vegetative manner of lying down I beheld the Swami. I wanted to know more…
Me: What did she look like? Did she give a name?
Swami: She was not from here…
Me: from where?
Swami: somewhere else…
I was now a little irritated by the superficiality of this gentleman…
Me: yeah duh!!! Swami that is clear now, but where is anywhere else?
Swami: Traveling the fourth dimension of consciousness.
Me: and…how do we get there?
Swami: Impossible…in reality
Me: but in the fantasy world?
Swami: Yes there.
Me: the fourth dimension…
Swami: …or with a time machine…
Me: what?
The Swami fell asleep. Talking took too much energy. Time machine he said last. I rationalized how this entity must apparently be from an alternate reality. And can be achieved via certain meditation techniques… or a time machine.
Which time machine?? And who is that woman? Do I know her? What the fuck?!!
June 2021 The Hague
I traveled back from Zoetermeer to The Hague with exactly the same tram. Had a wonderful working day. Nice shift! And was now on my way to the hostel where I stayed for a few days. And where I had met my newest girlfriend
Sammy: what do you mean you’re going to do something different?
Me: I don’t like it anymore
Sammy: they need you…
Me: I don’t…
Sammy: That’s what you think…
Me: Not at all
Sammy: how did today go?
Me: chill…
Sammy: come lie down, let’s cuddle
Me: we are alone here, what if someone suddenly comes in?
Sammy: so what
She unzipped my fly. I enjoyed her gaze as she looked at me. It was intense. And a different kind of tension was palpable. The tension of being caught. Was she trying to change my mind?
Sammy: oh Danny…
So I returned the favor to her. And became happy when she became happy.
A bottle opened. Again.
Sammy: love you!
Me: love you too!
Sammy: I think Italy will win the European Championship
Me: They are one of the favorites. I think so too… It’s really strange that the whole European Championship is taking place a year later because of Corona.
Sammy: but are you really leaving the call center?
Me: I don’t know yet, not important.
Sighing, she pulled me to her on her hostel bed and turned on YouTube. Love songs. . Then we went downstairs.
The cafe area was packed and the match was shown on a large screen.
Even though she was drunk as a dog my poodle was absolutely right…Italy shot itself to the final of the European Championship…
August 2015 Zoetermeer
On the way to this deserted city where, after a long time of doing nothing, I would start in a call center. Infamous and yet famous. And familiar to me as I had worked there a few years earlier. The RandstadRail stopped at the stop and I walked into the building to the third floor. An elevator with glass so you could watch your way up. When I arrived, I walked into the officeroom. There were already some potential colleagues there. It seemed like a nice atmosphere to immediately feel at home.
A Surinam Hindustani man came in and gave a general introduction to the work and the company. He didn’t care for making calls himself, so he did other things. Next to me sat a monster of a guy. A hardcore Ajax fan. Stefan made me very comfortable because he saw that I was nervous. In front of me was a famous guy from a dance program. Virgil was very sympathetic to his status. Lorenzo, a Hindustani young man who knew quite a bit about the call center industry, was also sitting at the front. A sweet, nice girl from Turkey who would later leave during the introduction week. And an oversexed man who didn’t take it all that seriously. When the Hindustani man finished the intro, he passed the scepter to a little girl with a stern look who came in…
So then…she made no bones about it, she introduced herself directly and without sympathy. We all looked surprised. Never heard this name before? So she wrote it on the board…So you know right away.
Lydia had her own way of introducing herself.
Somehow she had immediately gotten into a battle with Virgil. Because the proposal round did not go the way she wanted. So Stefan was suddenly allowed to introduce himself. Same tune as net, dog, Ajax fan and relationship. Lorenzo started to sweat. But don’t worry, it went well.
We had survived the first day. We were on tram 3 on the way to the station. So cool we finally had a job. Everyone was a little afraid of the trainer. “She’s from Ado,” said a colleague. “Yes, that’s why she’s strict,”
I was also a little scared. I better do my best with her. Because I also had my first collision with Lydia: I gave the wrong answer. Stefan, who knew absolutely everything, reassured me. βIt’ll be fine,β he said. But Lydia had completely different words for me. “Seriously… if you don’t understand this yet then a lot has to happen.” Ruthless.How the hell am i supposed to know his sort of things. I am not even trained yet?! Helloo??
Even though the first intro week was over, we were still far from done. I was given homework for the weekend. And i went for it. Lydia’s firm words haunt my head. Was this her method of motivating me? Or did she really want to dump me? Because otherwise she would have done that immediately, right? So I had to prove myself. Pfff, the knives were already sharpened during my early start at the call center. I tried really hard to learn the material. I didn’t want to disappoint this tyrannical trainer.
It was like a battle! Just wait…I’ll show you on Monday that I studied really hard and that I won’t disappoint you…
Then the following Monday I did it. Lydia noticed that I had prepared well this time. The test was passed. And she came to my side and gave a nod of agreement. A bit distant, but still. A compliment is a compliment. And especially from someone like her…
Now we were ready for the calls…
That wouldn’t be until next week… to celebrate this, Lorenzo and I smoked an Amnesia joint after we finished training. Whoa, the weed from Zoetermeer was incredibly powerful. This is how marijuana should be. It just couldn’t be better… Everything was suddenly very beautiful about this city… Lorenzo took his tram after we had eaten some fries. And I went to almost all the shops in Centrum West. I was in a daze even though I had long since been stoned. A song came from the speakers…
πΆ”Iedereen is van de wereld en de wereld is van iedereen πΆ
I didn’t know then that I would never forget this song again….
The first conversation with my supervisor. There she sat.
Celine introduced herself. A sporty looking girl with exaggeratedly large eyes. Was this a model or something, I thought as I sat in front of her. Why are all the supervisors here in absolute fit shape anyway??? Both men and women. Sharp and fit
She appreciated the fact that I played sports. She explained the trajectory for the next 6 months. A folder with an explanation of the calling systems and a box with a headset. And I also received a few compliments from her. What a nice welcome!
The first day of calling was as it should be. A slightly older lady sat next to me and introduced herself as Willemijn. The guardian of the conversations. Nice to meet you!
A super nice woman. Listen carefully to her, said ‘Sjoerd’, an older gentleman who had been working in the call center for years. I immediately got along well with this funny gentleman. The trainer came in with a serious look and then made fun of the supervisor or actually more of a diss. So out of nowhere. I immediately thought dangerous. It touched me that she spoke to the other recruits but skipped me. Was she perhaps being extra cautious in approaching me on purpose? But why? What did I do wrong? I suppressed a number of conversations out of frustration. I literally took courage and then had a number of conversations. And without me knowing it, the trainer was suddenly there. That’s it! I thought this is where it ends…But no, have a nice weekend and keep busy! It took some getting used to in the beginning. Hmm, I thought this is about perseverance. And that suited me well.
Some colleagues had apparently been in the system for years and made it pleasant and fun. A colleague with the words “Satan” on the back of his shirt walked across the floor and came to meet us. βYou’re pretty good for a new guy,β he said. Afsal had been here for years but was a bit near the end of his life. And was the “ruler” of the back fields on the calling floor. Gosh, I thought I’d become like that too over time?
βWelcome to hell,β yet another colleague said to me. You don’t really have a problem seeing it that way. Oh well, I have been in front of hotter fires, I replied stoically.
Wow, that promises something, he said back again and looked at me like he saw the Devil
October 2023 Scheveningen
It was as if we woke up in another world. The sky twilight was very different from before. This is not really what October is supposed to look like. It was far too beautiful for it. That realization was there with Mary as she galloped her legs in the bathtub. I was happy for her because her old friend from the monastery was visiting. just for a few days. Sophie just rolled out of bed took off her sleeping gown and stepped into the bathtub as well. If I wanted to soap them with the body wash. Of course I did.
Mary: wauw I didn’t know you used to be anorexic.
Me: was more a result of body dysmorphic disorder
Sophie: negative self-image
Me: yep I was terrified of getting fat. I constantly think I am too fat when I look at myself in the mirror for example
Mary: oβ¦my god you have fat-o-phobia!
Me: when I was young I always thought obese people ate little children.
Sophie: obesitias I think is a form of eating disorder right?
Me: half agree, not a disorder anyway.
Mary: I think it’s just responsibility you have a choice to become obese or not. you have control over it. You’re not born an anorexic or obese baby anyway. So you can definitely do something about it then. Either way you have control over it. It’s a choice you decide.
Me: I think it’s deeper anyway, because when I thought anorexia it wasn’t a choice for me to eat or not. The choice was not even releveant. One was not an issue. So it wasn’t about having choice or not I think. I think it is a result of a prior trauma what you would have experienced recently
Sophie: So in your case, for example, you have body dismorphia disorder because you feel fat all the time and you always want to appear slim? And then automatically adjust to eating less or not at all?
Me: Yup, but body dismorphia disorder goes much further than that, I also find myself for example sometimes too dark.
Mary: you have a fetish for pale skin so
Me: I want to be as white as possible
Sophie: like michael jackson? because he bleached his skin they said?
Me: I don’t know, but well that’s one of the things, I’m preoccupied with my own image. Not even interesting how others see me but how I see myself.
Mary: so when you pose naked for your art assignments, for example, is that actually a kind of challenge for you instead of being an exhibionist?
Me: exhibitinistically not really. I find it interesting to see my own imaging of myself channeled back into, say, a piece of art or a painting drawn after me.
Sophie: So that can give a different image of yourself in the end.
Me: It can help you to accept yourself. I have been doing it for many years and it has become an art form.
Mary: You channel your creativity into acting, performing and posing for art. So could the next step be something with body art for you?
Me; that is something I am currently working on and can get a lot of creative joy out of that as well. On the one hand for my own exploration of my own limits and I like to play with that. I am struggling with the thoughts of the public opnie and sometimes that also goes against the public opnie. It is sometimes precisely the intention that some creative forms of expression go against the public opnion, but become more available to the real professionals who also move in those spheres. in Art, most of what you do is always expired afterwards. it is an expression that you leave behind, an impression that you put down, an act. you use most of your body for that. And I think you can give it your own interpretation. Artists understand each other. And if you are not an artist but do love art, it is even more beautiful.
”So do we” said the ladies almost at the same time. you must continue in these areas of art and in th beginning you will have to throw in some extra solid base I was told in advisory terms. They hinted at what I was going to do alongside it. It is too valuable to just let all this go. That was pretty high on my mind too. I wanted to continue in film and art. And it entertains me and I can learn more and more. In the process, I find that I can accompany myself with quality people who are all valuable. One thing is that I do not discriminate and do not really feel like it. Being changed, having words put in my mouth, having to take opinions from foolish idiots, I am too curious and skeptical for that. I love to discover and explore. And with my creative mind I really want to make the most of it and be a heaven for people I can inspire or entertain.
And with that I think art is a medium for doing that. it can be a platform for representing things that nrmaal not just can in the ordinary course of things. And that’s exactly why you can do that because you experience it in a framework of permissibility. Art can be a tool to break thought processes to smash taboos, to smash world views. But it can also be provocative or very controversial. This makes it a bjzonderheid every time to wander into its inexhaustibility. It can have a metaphorical purpose, to tell something that will not normally catch on and to convert it into a form of expression of your own vision and ideas. To think of a way to bridge the gap to an audience for certain topics or issues in our society. Art for me is therefore more than just channeling your ideas into expression. You can really achieve something with it. both for yourself and your crative environment.
December 2023 Scheveningen
There were two other guys on the line with me for the ceremony. Blindfolded and gagged. And naked. Phoebe stood in front of us and painted us with hurtful slogans. “Whore” “Dumbo”
βFuck.β She took her time because she enjoyed it. And she didn’t miss anything. She even used brushes for the details. And to add to the humiliation, she sometimes blow-dried the paint a little faster. That could hurt in certain places. But that was also the intention. Because then she could paint the next layer of paint on our naked bodies. When she was finally done she took off our blindfolds one by one. And we were able to view her skills. Our mouthgags were still on…The dried paint stuck to my pubic hair. I looked down. She really hadn’t missed anything. And even did the feet. For all three of us. I thought that was quite nicely done…
Many gothic elements but with contrasting pastel slogans. The worse the word, the more gothic I noticed…..
Apparently Phoebe was far from finished because now came the real work. She drew a large pentagram on the ground. And placed candles near it and threw in a mixture of sand and spices. Afterwards, all three of us still had to stand in the circle, gagged. We were positioned in our posture as a kind of triangle. She undressed and took a seat between us. And brought a big bucket of red paint…
Phoebe: I’m the eye in your triangle, hold on to me!
Obediently we held her. And with a brush she drew slogans again, but this time on our foreheads. I read what she wrote. I was given the title of “the holy spirit” as the other two became the son and father.
Phoebe: put your left hand on my chest, and your left hand on my buttocks.
I was allowed to hold my left hand against her pussy. Lucky bastard that I am…our three unit was on! Then she took the bucket of paint and poured it on us. The circle turned red.
Phoebe: repent!!!
She was really into it. I thought it had something kinky. The other two boys also enjoyed this. In fact we all enjoyed it. What a nice ritual!
Then all three of us had to leave the circle again, covered in blood and with humiliating slogans on our bodies. She ordered me to get the Christmas lights because what she did next was really satanic. This is downright evil. Wow!
She inserted part of the cord into her pussy with the lights still on.
Phoebe: and now you can plug in…
No sooner said than done. Phoebe completely went with her vibe. And played with her breasts. Unfortunately we were only allowed to watch. She pulled the illuminated cord out of her vagina again. And one by one, a lit light came out. I was struck by how much room she had in her kitty. Looked like a warehouse!
When the cord was pulled out she continued with her physical self-adoration. Three erections stood over her. We understood the message and took action. A masturbation show. We watched our shadows cast by the candles along the pentagram. Then we sprayed our jizz on Phoebe’s face…and she took us into her one…by one..This was love at photogenetic level
Phoebe: SWITCH!
Some kind of code word or something?We were empty, we couldn’t take anymore. But Phoebe wasn’t done yet…This demon daughter of Eleanor was not at all what I had imagined when I first met her. She was much better. I was in love….
Phoebe had me completely under her control. I did several “rituals” the principle worked properly.
June 2015 The Hague
I woke up with a bottle of water next to my bed. Or at least the couch I slept on. It was Ellen’s couch.
Ellen: you looked a little too deeply into the glass last night
Danny: thank you for your loving water bottle.
Ellen: do you have a hangover?
Danny: nope
She walked around the room in only her underwear and a long nightgown. And placed her bare feet on the table. Nice and vulgar but logical, after all it is her table. I tickled her under the soles of her feet..
Me: flat feetπ
Ellen pulled her feet back a little. We freshened up and then went to McDonald’s. Taking selfies and making funny faces. We drank our milkshake. We hugged each other and went home again. At home, Ellen sent the photos she had taken. Funny, we’ve known each other for quite some time now. As if it were yesterday. I met her when she had just been hired at the call center where we worked for the consumer association. She immediately won an award as best newcomer. And…that’s why she immediately got my attention. A white girl. A nice one too. And we vibe! Matching zodiacs. She must be twinnie. Libras and twins get along well with each other. She didn’t work there for long. Me neither, by the way.
We had some really fun moments like our first “date”. That was the premiere of Man of Steel in Pathe The Hague. Nice to have a photo for the movie poster. Ellen was a rocker and an adventurer. And very independent. There was a moment of affection when we touched our heads slightly during the romantic scenes in the film. What a beautiful moment with Ellen! We met up regularly and became very good friends. And left it a bit open when people asked about our relationship. It’s none of your business was our motto.
Ellen thought it was cool that I was sporty and thought my legs were great. I actually thought so too. That was due to training in the gym. I asked if she wanted to come along. She might do that someday. I was on my way to the gym myself. A new Indonesian employee was trained.
Nice lady! But also a little bit strange.
I walked to my group and asked Fred and Vincent for an explanation…
Fred: The Power!
Vincent: our shine king of the gym, do you have a new girlfriend?
Me: I’ve known her for a long time. Just friends
Fred: had you heard anything about your application?
Me: yes, mid-August for an intro interview and then a week or two off and then the two full weeks of training starts.
Fred: no talkie talkie, but fucky fucky
Me: Excuse me?
Fred,: hahaha π Have you met the new employee yet?
I didn’t like her at first. So I just “acknowledged” the fact that she was there. No more. After all, I only came here to train. In the meantime we had boot camp lessons from Kirsti
She was looking forward to it!
Kirsti: come on!
We broke down, lunges, push-ups, abdominal exercises. The whole workout was a killer. But oh so delicious in the end. The testosterone rushed through our bodies and I went to take a shower. The new employee came in to close the windows. I got out of the shower naked with a towel covering my private parts. She did a grab action with her hands. I liked her. Spontaneously. We then had a glass of wine in the cafe below the gym. A start of a very pleasant friendship. Wahjuni was a fitness instructor herself and had a body to fall in love with. And incredibly strong. Her feet were sore and I saw her massaging them. I helped her and put her feet on my lap.
Present Day Eden Mansion
Tomboy: so from July 1, stalking will be punishable and declared as crime?
Me: yes, but also, for example, intimidation, discrimination and racism
Tomboy: Puta Madre!
Sheeba: That was already the case, wasn’t it?
Me: That’s right, but nothing was done then, but now it is!
Sheeba: I think we live in a society where everyone should be able to be themselves without prejudices
Tomboy: But you’re allowed to have an opinion, right?
Me: That’s okay, but maybe not everyone wants your opinion
Tomboy: Huh?
Me: you are not obliged to have an opinion π
Sheeba: some opinions are negligible, especially if they are repeated too much
Me: look…and then it becomes annoying and then we speak of intimidation and then you really reveil what track you on.
Tomboy: and you also have to ask permission first if you want to have sex with someone?
Me: That’s obvious, isn’t it? I mean otherwise it’s called rape, right?
Sheeba: that is why this new law is indeed good
Tomboy: There’s a tendency these days that some things can just happen
Me: and…that is no longer the case…
Me : Yeah but its has become more strict with the rules lately, people will try to and do anything possible to reach someones space, but it is that simple , it is simply not your business.
Tomboy: a creative process is not allowed to be spoiled..
Me: that is true.
Tomboy: how about privacy rules at movie sets and on stage performances?
Me: very strict..phones shut or not even allowed at movie sets for some productions.
Tomboy: it is ony for involved ones you mean?
Me: precisly
Sheeba: hmm i am totally not so fine with camera’s and stuff you now..
Me: explain..
Sheeba: i mean, you have totaly no shame when you perform your act. Whether that is for movies or for theatre or for events als stage performer.
Me: the fact that i am a true supporter of body positivity and body confidence gives me that advantage. I mean if you particularly want to talk about the intimate scenes..
Tomboy: how about privacy rules during intimate shoots for photography or drawing classes?
Me: also new rules. so in that case you actually only perform for “closed audience/class”. When i pose for art classes then there are no camera’s and so on allowed. privacy is a human right and the belt are very tied for that reason. Otherwise you give unneccesary access to people who dont belong in your space at that moment. And not to mention that there is a creative process going on meant only for involved ones.
Tomboy: and what is the difference then like performing for a open audience at an event or festival?
Me: That is an open event happening at the running time as the performance goes. And even then you already rehearsed your part many times under closed circumstances..
Tomboy: do you also get a boner sometimes when you pose naked?
Me: Not at art classes. but to the more easy going assignments like workshops or private sessions. And also the reverse hing happens as well…
Tomboy: do you fantasize that i could be there as well drawing you too?
Me: yes..
Tomboy: puta madre!
Sheeba: and me??
Me: yes..you too but i prefer it for real..
Tomboy: you mean in person?
Me: yup. or dont you dare..are you a buhler?
Sheeba: will you get turned on if i would be in person drawing your body. Your vulnerable just a piece of raw meat body in front of me.surrendered to my sights. Do you want that?
Me: yes!
Tomboy: because we have a mental connection we can see each other beyond our materialistic body. We are more interested in the psyche, the person behind it, the soul, the experience,the mind, the person as a whole.
Me: that is exactly what i meanβ¦same minded people..therefore only in closed audience and consider this it is ultimalty just an act.
Tomboy: Difficult for some to understand. You go to hard. because you really have come much further into the cinematic fields of movie making. And taking courses and classes at theatre as well i noticed?
Me: I like to channel my creative flows in different ways and platforms. It gives depth to my artictic character and besides that i really enjoy it.
Tomboy: Is it different? acting on stage and for film?
Me: Practically you can do take after take at a movie set, until you have the right scene. But on stage you perform the scene flawless with no errors and mistakes. The audience is already there!!! The mistakes you can make during rehearsals and practices because then there is no audience.After a lot of repetitions and extensive practice the whole play is then absorbed by my entire soul.
Sheeba: So then! you become the character!
Me: Yes! And that is what i like about theatre, not only you learn to memorize your role but also to be in the moment at the right moment. For persona building and especially playing a character this is my favorite piece of acting. I can completely dig into a character and become that character.
Tomboy: It is good to be busy doing what you like to do, Dannyboy
Sheeba: Not everone likes art and movies. Are you aware of that?
Me: i dont care, i do
Tomboy: we also and we support you!
Present Day Eden Mansion
We tried it again. This time Chandramukhi wanted to participate to generate extra energy. And a new swami introduced himself. A hare krishna master who could go deepβ¦ very deepβ¦
Swami: parnaam i am swami guru nayak
Me: Hello Swami!
The swami said that he could go further into the other dimensions and used more sound applications.
Roshni: are we ready? Chandra you too?
Chandramukhi: yes, let’s just do it.
The meditation began. The swami started chanting in a rhythmic manner. And rustled in sync with his bell at the end of his mantra sentenceβ¦
Chandramukhi: I see something!! fuck!!
Me : what then?!!
Roshni: I see it too!!
Automatically my head went to the swami and as if a freeze occurred for a while In slow motion I saw the swami look at me and then say:
”we’re not allowed to be here” shiva is going to burn me!!!β¦
blood flowed from his eyes and black saliva came from the corners of his mouth. He went up in flames!!
I looked for Chandramukhi but it was too lateβ¦she looked at me helplessly and she too spontaneously burst into flamesβ¦
time seemed to pass normally again and Roshni gasped.
Roshni: I’ll stop this!! enough!!
I held her and reassured herβ¦
me: it doesn’t matter, we’ll find a way..
Roshni was done with this dangerous form of yoga and opening dimensions to another world. She lost a swami again and just cant afford another one. She bent over the ashes of Chandramukhi and started to cry. She wanted to be alone…for a long time. Somehow i could understand her. I tapped her shoulder and gave her a goodbye kiss..
September 2024 Fox Hotel
I was right in the middle. Iris and Bella were almost asleep with their full Ben & Jerry ice creams. I played with the spoon and caressed their vaginas. The wine had taken me well.
Bella: time to cool downβ¦
Bella grabbed my crotch hard and Iris grabbed my throat.
Iris: we’re going to fuck you!
Me: what??
Bella: hands down!
She tied my hands to the bars of the bed and started to take on my ass. I felt her inside me.It felt dominating..
Me: arrgh that hurts!!
Iris: yes!!!
Bella: Do you want boiled egg or scrambed egg!
Me: what?!
This was something crazy when Bella was already mind mapping her day. And not forgot what she is going to serve for breakfast
me: thnx bella i feel you..
Iris: and now lick!!
She pushed her breasts in my face. Automatically I surrendered to her desires.After the sensational “quicky” we freshened up again. And our thoughts went to the party that was to come.
Bella: I heard that Mary’s friend is coming too
Iris: yes Phoebe organizes it herself
Bella: yes but I mean her friend
iris: oww you mean Sophie, Mary’s childhood friend
Bella: from the convent?
Iris: yes, but don’t worry, she’s just an atheist
Bella: awesome!
Finally the time had come, because a few days later we went to the party. it was wicked crazy. Mary and Sophie came dressed in style as nuns just like before in the old times when they were young. And Bella and Iris as SM mistresses. Phoebe was leading the party as showmasterβ¦and grabbed the microphone:
”Dear ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my freak off party!!
Our first performance tonight!!
the stage curtains rose and a masked pole dancer performed her skills..Phoebe called me to the stage and stationed me in a chair in front of the masked ladyβ¦a soaking wet lap dance greeted me.And she undressed in the middle of the club!! and then she took off her maskβ¦
“Abigail!!”
what a surprise! She was part of the plan all along. Behind her stood Henrique waving at me. I hadn’t noticed him either.While the performance had just ended, Phoebe grabbed the microphone again:
“Okay fucking bitches we’re going to hell now!! SWITCH!!
Foam and alcohol flowed down from the ceiling. half open mouths of dark and wasted people caught drops. Two gentlemen passed out and fell to the ground
Iris: hahaha so sick!!
Bella: piss on those fuckers!
Mary and Sophie pushed up their skirts and pissed the unconscious men awake. A gurgling sound of vomit and cries for help were overwhelmed by Iris’ shoutings
Iris: fucking humans!!
Bella: spit on that thing!
This was hedonism of the highest order. oiled bodies crawling on the ground. vomiting, convulsive people begging for help. naked men who were seen hanging from the dance poles in the club. Mary and Sophie threw vodka into the eyes of the trapped men and then looked at each other and said:
for the first time I saw Mary , Bella, Sophie and especially rock hard. The ladies deteriorated into monsters. Another fainting gentleman was dragged to the stage. Abigail tied him to the pole. And then a peculiar crazy game began. was it the drugs or alcohol? or all at once? When she called SWITCH the ladies were allowed to beat the man black and blue
Phoebe: SWITCH!
These were really firm punches. This was no child’s play. Iris also happily joined in. She was a man-hater like no other, and glowed with delight when the man almost started to cry.
Iris: no mercy motherfucker!!!
Phoebe: SWITCH!
Feminine power of the highest order. the man looked at me sadly hoping I would save him. Unfortunatelyβ¦..I won’t interfere or I’ll be screwed too. His teeth were flying out of his mouth from the punches the women were giving him. But it went even further. Bella and Iris took a lighter and burned away the man’s eyebrows. Wow, I thought to myself, I think things are going wrong now. I think this is assault. And if that wasn’t enough, Abigail appeared with a Barbie strap-on. In pink. And what a big one. Bella wet the strap-on and practically sucked Abigail. That turned me on quite a bit. Bella did it very sultry. Moreover, she was looking at me with her evil italian eyes. It looked like she was sucking me. Mary saw that and quietly observed me and whispered in my ear
Mary: do you want to be sucked too?
After which she gave me an omel reading out of sympathy and deflected it as a joke. By now the man had been made ready as the ladies had pulled down his pants. With their lighters, Bella and Iris singed pieces of the man’s pubic hair. This made him bend over and that was just right for Abigail. The poor gentleman groaned in pain and asked for help. The ladies became nervous because he was making too much noise. Phoebe didn’t think he had gotten enough yetβ¦.
Phoebe: SWITCH!
A salvo of punches and kicks followed and the man was actually knocked unconscious and meanwhile fucked. Somehow I could see the fun in it both as the performer and the one who has to endure it. My thoughts were quite lurid in that regard. Because the man was actually badly injured and being raped by the ladies. But I did nothing. I enjoyed it. What a sick mind i have but i dont care. So I took over the megaphone from Phoebe and shouted:
SWITCH!
I become one of them. I was a killer! And molester at the same time. I grabbed a mask on the bartable and put it on my face then i spoke to the man: I am batman! Then I spanked his ass with a empty bottle and raped him while i was laughing hysterically. I became evil himself.
And in the meantime, Phoebe sprayed the rest with the fire hose. the party lasted until the early hours. I didn’t even realize that I had lost my clothes somewhere during the orgy with the ladies, because I was completely naked when I came to andβ¦made up with lipstick and nail polish. even on my feet. Nice, I thought. I stood up among the sleeping naked bodies and looked at myself in the mirrors of the disco. hearts and clovers were drawn on my buttocks. For a moment i thought well..Luck is definitely on my sideβ¦
Present Day Library The Hague
Every time I came here I met her. as if it seemed predestined. She was already in her book with her angelic face. As former veterans of the casino, we secretly calculated our chances of meeting each other so often. It wasn’t even mathematically possible unless it was predestined againβ¦
Angel: the chance that you will continue in the catering sector is just as good as that you will do something else
Me: in other words, I can focus on something else..
Angel: something quieter than your daily activities..
Me: You mean something where I don’t move too much?
Angel: something with a chair and a tableβ¦
Me: and then something intellectual?
Angel: something office for example
I couldn’t ignore it, the advice she gave was always of a different kind. there was always some truth in it. But even though I wanted it, I almost gave up. After the misery yoga sessions with calling up the entity from the other dimensions, we had to make many sacrifices. Rosamund is in therapy for it. After all, she saw her new swami and her sweetheart Chandramukhi disappear into flamesβ¦right in front of herβ¦
Angel: science and spirituality can go hand in hand. It’s up to you to find balance in that..
Me: what do you mean?
Angel: it’s already there, you just have to do itβ¦
Me: well i want to , but not with the whole bullshitting around me
Angel: no parasitic annex toxic people
Me: Exactly angel, I’m a bit fed up with all those interfering parties that just out of nowhere interfere with me everywhere and nowhere.
Angel: I noticed indeed. a stalking ex-girlfriend who disguises herself as an informal caregiver is disturbing. Especially if, teamed up with homophobic and ultra-religious groups, things are going against you everywhere. Such a person will come up with the most absurd arguments and reasons, which in itself arouses suspicion in someone who is really above it.
Me: That’s exactly what I mean. That parasitic group that pretends to have the best for me is totally not based on mutual approval people noticed. as a matter of fact even they have their own thoughts…
Angel: and it’s good that people have now found out about that. That now reveals things differently.
Me: and that’s because people have a choice and rather prefer to think for themselves because coming up with arguments to get into someone’s space and pretending to help someone is weird, while the person itself is not on the same track as the so called ”helpers”
Angel: that works with stupid people, but also with smart people, the difference is that smart people realize it right away⦠and you have to take advantage of that because they are the goodies and not the fake ones. An ex girlfriend who is scamming from a callcenter of even pretending it is from a callcenter you worked for and trying to sabotage things you are doing in life is something people have noticed already..Is that person living in a bulb or something? Seems like she lost control totally, She only needs to realize it. Or perhaps she is mentally disturbed?
Me: nice words Angel..
Angel: the point is we live in a free country, where opnions or self made constructions and ideologic bullshit has no place since they are all subdued to the Dutch Law. In fact it means that you can wave away by ease these bullshit..
Angel’s words came over me like a puff of soft satin. A reassurance and a motivating twist to the whole thing gave me courage to look at options for how I could fill my empty times. After a few hours of studying in the library, I took the tram back home. It had just stopped raining again. I looked at the rain radar and saw that it would remain dry for the next three hours. I had a regular 5k match on my program. Straight through the forest or along the roads. It didn’t matter much because in the end I got back to 28 minutes. My maximum for the time being is the 5k. But it could have been done a little faster. I sprinted and then saw that one temple that I had run past so often. Since I didn’t have my water bottle with me, I went inside. The spiritual director of the temple welcomed me. βJust call me Pandit,β he said. Very bizarre, it was as if he knew what I was doing. I was thirsty. But he asked me if I wanted to come in. My eyes shifted to the immense altar and my gaze fell on the special book in the middle of the altar.
Me: wow is that the indrajaal?
Pandit: I know what you are looking for..
Me: oh yes??
Pandit: I can make the bridge where you want to go.
Did he realize that I wanted to go to the office? or did he mean something else? I was not very fond of swamis and did not want to experience it bursting apart and going up in flames again. The pandit read a passage from Shiva’s book of the dead. According to legend, no one is allowed to read this book. It is forbidden for people. Simply because the human mind cannot bear what awaits you. Since I had already experienced quite a lot, I gave it a chance. The pandit threw flowers in the air. Normally these would fall to the ground, butβ¦ not these flowersβ¦ the flowers took shape like a kind of rotating wreath. It became a portal The pandit was still intact. Fortunately, a portal appeared in the rotating wreath. And then I saw her whom the swamis had also seen. Huh I know her but she looks a little differentβ¦ She shouted somethingβ¦
“Hey Danny, it’s meβ¦. Solina!
Me: hey Solina!
I fell backwards, wow I made contact with someone from another dimension from the past who in the present time is asking me about the future, I quickly calculated. But why did i call her Solina just as replu while her name is β¦My thoughts were interupted when the pandit closed the indrajaal and the revolving garland fell to the ground.
Pandit: It’s time, they are calling you..
Me: where to?!
Pandit: towards the use of your free time in the future with the help of the past for the present
Had the pandit shown me various times of a frequency? And inter connected me precisly with the exact tune of the moment. How was this possible? He gave the answersβ¦ and then suddenly I knew. A vision with a mission. I could either wait for the future to come to me or I could chase my future and shape it myself. With the current standard, with the current state of expertise. With the current toolsβ¦I couldn’t really ignore it anymoreβ¦
2016 Zoetermeer
Chaos, hectic, disorder. What the fuck is happening here, I thought when I arrived at the office from the call center. Sad faces. Had someone died?
I took a seat behind my desk and Stefan next to me delivered the news…
Stefan: we’re getting another supervisor. Celine is going on maternity leave
Me: Well…how wonderful! And who is our new SV?
Stefan: hold on…
Me: I don’t understand, what’s so intense about it?
Stefan: Lydia will be our new supervisor
Me: God damn why?! You are kidding me?!
Stefan: yes…that’s why I’m already looking for another job…
A certain fear or something like that went over the whole floor. I went to get a story from the trafficer.
Me: hey Jelle, did you hear? We get that one strict one like sv
Jelle: as a senior, she won’t be too bad
Everything this trafficer usually said was true. And that was true…a conversation was arranged with every colleague in our team. “Good luck with the interview later,” said Inge, an older woman who always rang the bell with her jacket on. A snakeskin jacket. Immediately noticed. ..and a bag of throat lozenges on her desk. I actually wanted a piece of candy too.
She always had good scores this call center animal.
It was finally my turn to have the conversation,
No room. But she just got on the floor. ? Why is she suddenly SV? She was a trainer, right? Quite a nice conversation. No stress! So she wasn’t too bad. Yet many were not really charmed by her. Become a βmegamindβ your new supervisor said a colleague. Quite striking that he was no longer a colleague after that…
Listen to who’s talking, I said, pointing back at his big belly. You’re quite mega yourself, I said. It’s because of a lot of beer, he said back. Well in that case megamind is mega because she thinks a lot, I explained. Well said, said Inge. I noticed a remarkable amount of friction. Oh well, I’ll see because I don’t know her yet except from the training back then. But other colleagues were already familiar with her. Sjoerd, the other employee in the company, was beaming with joy.
Sjoerd: I already predict it will be a battle, hihihihi
Me: what do you mean?!
Sjoerd: there has never been anyone like you here before, people still have to get used to that
Me: Mostly not, right?
Sjoerd: I’m talking about the Elite…
Vague man with his ominous words. This day was quite exciting, but everything turned out fine in the end. The following week I received my first coaching from Lydia. Wow, really compliments. And received some extra tips in a respectful manner for my conversations on the line “You are good with everyone” What did she mean by that?
She said it in such a way as if she wanted to alert you to something. I went to get a story from Afsal. The unit leader of his area. Everything in his area was dark colored. Hindustani people, Creoles, Suriname people and a few Indians.
Afsal: welcome to Mumbai haha, everyone start greeting our new brother
I introduced myself and was “included” by the group and we agreed to meet for the staff party in SnowWorld. Afsal explained what exactly my new SV meant.
She meant that you shouldn’t just trust everything and everyone, he said.
You can be good with someone, but you will learn here that not everyone can always be trusted.
This is certainly a good tip from the unit leader. Because indeed there were a number that you thought of . Hmm, this one isn’t quite right…
But for the time being I stayed in my own tribe of colleagues. Stefan asked if I would go to Amsterdam tomorrow. We would go by car. The next day I arrived at the office. One SV after another came in. Most of them on bicycles and some on foot…a large blue car entered the driveway.
The door opened and she then said, “come in!”
Wow what a big car. Stefan and I got into Lydia’s car. The other trainer was next to it. Eelkje was quite funny. We drove onto the highway. I was quite curious about this day. The radio came on. And Lydia played her playlist.
πΆ”I m a barbie girl, in a barbie world”πΆ
For real? π Lol!!!
Aqua?? That’s my band too!
It was crazy. We arrived in Amsterdam. Actually Amsterdam Sloterdijk.
Wow, this is just a Ziggo building. Cool! I took out my phone. And took pictures of the Ajax chairs in the lounge.
Look, on the other side, a series is being recorded, said Stefan. Huh, that’s the police, right?
Stefan: yes that is : Flikken Maastricht
I didn’t know this series that well. Stefan smiled at me and said:
“ it will be fine, one day you will know…“
Where are you now?, Eelkje waved to us. We went into another room and a collection of people were sitting here. We represented Zoetermeer. And the other people were from Maastricht, Tilburg and Zwolle. Those were the other colleagues. A kind of competition took place there. Technical questions about networks and such. We were at the top because yes, we have the encyclopedia in the form of Stefan. This man knew everything. The second part was a giant djenga game. Oh, not really our part. Logically, people from Zoetermeer are quite busy. And wild. Because after the competitions there could be drinks. “Come on Danny” let’s take a selfie π€³πΌ said Lydia. Oh dear, low battery, never mind.
Ooo…kee. And are you having a good time? Of course! I said back. We drove back tipsy. However, Lydia was driving because she didnt drink anything. We arrived back at the orchestra. We were still on the schedule ! But we just had a beer! Is that possible? I looked at Stefan questioningly.
No problem, that’s possible. Lydia and Eelkje were gone to home. I logged out after this fun day. My learning moment was that you should not just trust everything and everyone that I had learned the day before. Despite the fact that you are good together. But what if you are good together and have already found the right vibe?
To what extent does trust still apply? Anyway. I was only here in my second year in the call center and saw a new gentleman come onto the floor. That’s Tristan, said Varsha, my colleague who had also been there for years. Here too I noticed that not every colleague was happy.
Gosh what’s going on here?? Why does everyone hate each other here, I thought to myself. Of course I don’t know anything yet. But these colleagues have a history with each other. I’ll find out, I told myself.
A new group of new hires entered the floor. One girl really stood out. Hot pink sweater and sandals. Remarkably a lot of friction again. “She is wearing slippers, that is not allowed! Said a colleague”
It’s fucking hot I stood up for her. Yes, but that is not allowed, the colleague continued to direct. Pants below the knees, closed shoes and preferably no visible tattoos. The customer doesn’t like that. But what does the customer have to do with this? I didn’t understand that. Quite strange because the Quality Manager looked like a kind of Madonna with her short sexy skirt. It looked quite kinky on her, I said slimily when she assessed my conversation. And strange thought. In any case, I didn’t agree with this nonsensical rule. Further down in the fraud team, sales were going really fast. Terence was a good one. The heat also spread to the floor. The floor is lava! I shouted at Nathalie. The only girl who didn’t think it was weird that I was bisexual. Because I had told her that before. She was also a double herself, so she understood me like no other. I hadn’t told others about my orientation, I mean, but it wasn’t relevant, right??? I come here to work and be as comfortable as possible. Nathalie left her desk and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee too. She walked barefoot to the other side of the call center. Even Terence was wearing socks. In solidarity against that absurd rule. It was quite remarkable that an Indochinese girl continuously achieved good sales in that team. It seemed like she was winning sales with her looks rather than her conversation skills. But I thought she did a pretty good job.
The next day I met Marlien. I was immediately awake because this woman was crazy as hell. Derangement that itself shook me.
Marlien: ey my headset has a radio
Me: what?!
Marlien: yes and my children love music
Me: ????
Marlien was really sweet but also super crazy at the same time. She said she used to go on a road trip and secretly flirt with a cop when she was stopped.
Marlien: I was loose, but now everything is in control
Me: are you sure,.I asked to clarify?
Another colleague was amazed, Nick thought she was a special case.
Nick: whoa! what did they hire now?
Me: she’s pretty cool
Nick gave me a satanic handwave and took it to heart. A friendly gentleman, businesslike voice but chill attitude. You could really talk about anything with this wonderful colleague. And he liked beer. Then you are always in the right place.
Nick: excellent!
His shift was over and he took refuge in the supermarket. Beer was on sale
But of course..
and I totally agreed with him, to be honest I was ready for a drink tooand enrolled into the world of this callcenter..
The people sent from squadron syndicate and ***** . A world of difference with the noise in my head compared to the dormitory. The dormitory was silent, you could hear a pin drop. The redhead in a onesie and her brunette friend in tiger print pajamas crept closer. A strange way of communicating, but not at all with these two envoys from the squadron.
The red headed one then spoke: “We are sent from squadron syndicate , and they did it as a statement to warn you against the others who were busy with you.” “Even though they were doing it was purely to help you.” I interupted them “Just before we continue.” “who are you?” “And why are you telling me this?”
“I’m Judy” spoke the brunette …..and I’m Joyce” the redhead replied. “Together we are Juicy.”
“Juicy like fruit.”
“And we’ve got some juicy details for you⦔
The two ladies started to talk to me one by another and switching the tellings.a narcissistically out-of-control silent admirer who has created a cluster of hateful people over the years. Rolling out a plan that involved a hidden tactic to convert you ”the contract within the contract,You also get the leads thrown at you by the goodies. The game of the narcissistic unhinged chaos. Ghosting, stalking, breadcrumbing. Find out who you are and where you are and start a smear campaign against you in advance. It is as if that person sees you as personal property and cannot tolerate others taking charge of you or perhaps be happy without intervention. It has to be there no matter what. When someones is losing control is actually means…
it cant let go...
The right to self-determination means that, as a resident of the Netherlands, you can decide at the age of 18 who you associate with or who you want to help as far as possible if there is anything to help at all. The mentally ill aspect is certainly appropriate here as you are different from the straight norm. For a primitive mind, that is more than logical. Yet opinion is subordinate to law. Church laws do not apply if the government is in charge and therefore covers you for being allowed to be sexually different and to decide for yourself what you can or cannot do according to your wishes. Your life.
And so you, as a modern sociopath, decipher and undermine the game of the narcissist. The game that over the years has become a file of a poisoned pool of homophopic people, people who have difficulty with your expression, have difficulty with the fact that you are agnostic, have difficulty with the fact that you are pansexual. To be against you in a blatant sense. In any way, you cannot fit into their picture because you are different. And in their wake of misery, they involve easily susceptible people who eventually suddenly become your enemy.
Only to find out that you are being harassed everywhere with this and that the person in question who has to participate in the game is not the first but the umpteenth in a series who is unconsciously encouraged to belittle and intimidate and actually has to pass on what the opinion is from the other one. Until some people have given up on that and don’t want to play angry carrier pigeon
but want to deal with you without the interference of someone, where you don’t even have contact with the person who is supposedly playing spokesperson for you. Because it no longer has a fundamental grip on you, only in a vacuum without actually being involved in person.It actually want to not loose grip on you! That is not someone who wants to help you without your cooperation, but who wants to bother you everywhere and nowhere, suddenly interferes here and there and hopes for your sympathy and that you will give the person attention again, because the attention has shifted. You adore your people who you experience in real life at the front office, or other work places among real people, among real people who show themselves and have visible contact with you and not with the person who is desperate for your attention…
Juicy continued: “”You attract all kinds of people and thats your crushing power. ”Your psyche is too strong to be influenced.” ”As a matter of fact your psyche influence others…”
it does give a fair dimension to the whole game after all.” “You have no shame because you are fearless” ”And very confident’ ‘The parasitic cluster group made over the years consisting of literally shit cant stand this” “That part …. is what they hate about you”
”It was a mindblowing thought for me to notice when someone gets jealous.” “But lets be honest about it, Im more aware of situation as before right?”, i asked Juicy “That is true,” Juicy said.
“Hey,” said Judy and Joice we are a bit tired we want to go to sleep.” “Wanna see something first?” “Judy took off her clothes and spread her legs.” “Joyce pulled out a jar of chocolate paste and smeared it on Judy’s vagina.” “Nice huh,” Joice asked. ”Come take a lick before you go to sleep.” “You will have very sweet dreams.” “Next time we’ll tell you more juicy things”…..
Next morning….
π΅Around the world, around the world,Around the world, around the wooooorldπ΅, Tomboy was back in her element while she was in the shower. “How long did you actually stop smoking?” “Two months since october 2021, I replied. “Good, she said then you still have a month to go until your dopamine is back on level.” “Do you miss it?” “No, but it does change my state of mind,” i said. “Yes, that’s part of it”. “If something irritates you, try to avoid as much as possible.”Masturbating also helps i heard” It know… i smiled back to Tomboy..
”What more advantages have you noticed since you quit smoking?”,Tomboy asked me. “My feet are more softer”, no more calloused feet, no hard skin at the heels also, i said. “That’s because your body no longer has to process waste products by smoking, therefore less dead skin on your feet”. she said. “Cool ,i replied, i noticed that with my other parts of my skin too. however, what I have noticed is that when you stop smoking your body is engaged in a process of change. “Smoking and acne don’t go together in the first place.” “Your skin will break down.”
“But when you stop smoking, you can suddenly develop acne in the first few weeks. on my back (backne) on my buts (buttne) also in my face and neck. I couldnt understand i quit smoking still my body suffers, what the fuck!” “This is because you are undergoing a moment of stress and you can get acne anywhere on your body, similarly it is also junkshit what leaves your pores.” “And because smell and taste return you will eat fatty and lot of chocolate (not good for skin).” “All this combined will make you feel miserable more, Exfoliating lotions, foams for skincare and so on. “And I also pay attention to nutrition.” “Fish has become my greatest friend and I try to avoid fat as much as possible. Take care of your body.”
“And when i eat something at evenings, the next morning it is still there.” ”Your metabolism got slower”, Tomboy explained. ”But loaded with maximum energy the whole day”. “Looks like im not getting tired anymore.” “Perfect!, Tomboy replied, “I’m going to go get groceries, I’ll see you later, while she gave me a slap on my buttocks.
Tomboy went to get groceries. Just a few minutes later, Sheeba walked in while i was swinging my penis in front of the mirror. I was doing ” a helicopter” .She looked at my cock. ”What the fuck man! wow!!!”
“Sorry Sheeba”, i apologized back to her while i was putting bodylotion on my arms. “Ow thats okay ive seen a penis often.” “And o I like those ones due the accerdeon effect from extraordinary shrinkage to the surprising grow”
Very pleasant words from Sheeba about my manhood still swinging from surprise. I told her not to get excited about the accerdeon effect but more emphasis on it in current state. She liked the fact that i am confident about my body. ” You have to realize that not everyone has the same shamelessness as you, she told me. For example, someone who has a bad image of his or her body can isolate themselves and go into complete isolation. And that is not necessary
“What you do in your private spheres is nobody’s business” “A personal ideology projected of the one on the ideology of the law” ”So with that in mind why make a fuzz about it anyway if it is according the norm of society?”
I believe in universal laws and Karma. If you have a good purpose then you will be rewarded, if not then the universe itself will bring balance to chaotic intentions. Just do your thing and make the best of it. I noticed that in many aspects of my life too. Acting like shit then shit will come, but acting like gold and diamonds start to appear.”I think communication plays an important role in this,” Sheeba said. ”That’s why it’s good to deal with different people so that if questions arise, dialogue arises. And then you have communication.” “In any case, it is important to learn from each other and to appreciate each other as they are.” keep that in mind,” I said. But also you have the right to believe or not. It is not mandatory to believe in something.
Speaking about the current things now…our current situation of Corona; when we thought that Corona was over, it still is going on. Precisly two years ago 17 november 2019 a chinese guy from Wuhan went to the doctor with symptoms as we now as Corona. Its two years already..
What we now have is a so called 3G society in dutch it stands for : gevaccineerd, genezen or negatief getest. Now we are heading to 2G that means gevaccineerd of genezen en eventually to 1G gevaccineerd. either way we will be vaccined, that is what the plan is. But the people dont listen anymore, they are so done with these reguations, people want to party, have fun, not being controlled anymore.it is enough! You know what better is 0G, just let the people do their thing. I do understand the government, look they just do their work too. In fact we must have great respect for the prime minister and his crew These people work every day. They barely dont have holidays or social life. They work for us.Try to imagine if you were in their shoes. Wow, Sheeba asked, your mind is turned, you support the government??. ”Well, i replied, i do understand them and they are doing their best.We are all together in this shit.And we all become wicked crazy during these times.What is real what is fake? Conspiracy this..conspiracy that? What is the debunking of the story is not true but the real story indeed is true? The confusion takes over the world…
“What is it guys have with James Bond?” Sheeba wondered. I told her: “Every boy can identify with him, he drives the nicest cars, has the best gadgets, and is always surrounded by the nicest women. And besides that he works for the secret service and has licence to kill…
Apart from that, it is one of the longest running franchises in the cinema field. Every film is a jewel and a classic in itself. And that translates to well-known casting of actors but also well-known singers for the title song. Shirley Bassey did three Bond movies as singer (Goldfinger, Diamonds are Forever and Moonraker) Madonna, Tina Turner, Tom Jones, Adele, Paul McCartney, Duran Duran, Sheryl Crow, Alicia keys and many others. Two movies have no singers for the title song. The first Dr No from 1963 and On Her Majesty’s Secret Service when George Lazenby played James Bond once. Initially, Louis Armstrong was going to be chosen with the song “We have all the time in the World” but the producers eventually came up with the last minute because a new actor after Sean Connery took on the role of James Bond and just like the first movie Dr No a musical arrangement would suit better.
George Lazenby as James Bond in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service” (1961)
When George Lazenby played James Bond he made a nice reference to the previous bond in the opening scene. His car was stolen and that never happened when Sean Connery was playing James Bond. What George Lazenby does next is step out of character and address the audience directly.
In cinema, this is called breaking the fourth wall. The same basically what Ryan Reynolds does in Deadpool. talking directly to the audience or viewer. To me personally George Lazenby had the same starting humor as Pierce Brosnan as James Bond. Nevertheless, despite his humor, Pierce Brosnan is still the James Bond who has killed the most in the James Bond movies George Lazenby only killed 5 people compared to Pierce Brosnan who killed 135 people...
Pierce Brosnan as James Bond in Goldeneye (1995)
“I went to No Time Do Die with Tomboy lately, Sheeba replied. He says that too in the movie” We have all the time in the World”. ”And in both movies Louis Armstrong sings the song at the end of the movie. And did he die in the end?! what the fuck!! You see the missiles coming then the scene goes black Yup, i answered practically everybody gets killed off Felix Leiter too and even SPECTRE head Blofeld. That part was surprising for me because the legal copyright for Spectre was 40 years on finally EON productions got it and then they kill it off?? That is why Roger Moore who played Bond in For Your Eyes Only kills Blofeld in the opening sequence to make a statement that the franchise can continue without SPECTRE because they couldnt acquire the rights back from the co-author Kevin McClory who wrote Thunderball with Ian Fleming but had total control over the SPECTRE and its villains characters like Ernst Stavro Blofeld (The Head of Spectre)
Roger Moore as James Bond kills Ernst Stavro Blofeld in For Your Eyes Only
And that also explains why The name of the organisation was not mentioned during the first three movies when Daniel Craig played 007 since the legal rights where not acquired yet. only from SPECTRE the bond movie in 2015 the producers were allowed to use spectre’s name and Blofeld made an introduction in the James Bond films again.
Due to the copyright infringement, Never Say Never Again (1983) could not officially be considered a James Bond film. As a result, Sean Connery has officially 6 films to his account and Roger Moore 7. And Never Say Never Again was actually a remake from Thunderball. Since EON productions and MGM owned the james bond theme, there was no gun-barrel scene in Never Say Never Again with the famous James Bond tune. On the other hand, the producers of Never Say Never Again were allowed to use SPECTRE with its octopus logo and its main rival Ernst Stavro Blofeld in the film.
The reason why the movie was called Never Say Never Again is because When Sean Connery quit in Diamonds are Forever in 1971 he sweared never to play James Bond again….
What is also interesting to know is that every James Bond movie is actually a stand alone movie, except from Casino Royale. From Casino Royale to No Time To Die is actually one movie but in 5 parts. Quantum of Solace is a sequel to Casino Royale, SkyFall sequel to Quantum of Solace and so on. It is all one big movie. So the character James Bond dies but more as a farewell to Daniel Craig as the character James Bond.
And he drinks a lot in this movie, that is how James Bond is described in the novels from Ian Fleming…as a alcoholic.”I noticed, Sheeba said Salud!,”Will he return because after the end credits roll, it says: James Bond will Return.”Of course, i said, he will return different character same agent π It always says James Bond will return regardless of which actor is playing him. Besides that Batman died to in The Dark Knight rises but later Ben Afleck came back as Batman, Superman even died, came back as the same actor. And dont forgot that James Bond was missing also in Skyfall in the beginning but later on it was reveiled he was chilling at Jamaica with a bottle of Heineken and a lady next to him. He faked his own death too in You Only Live Twice when James Bond was played by Sean Connery.He is James Bond dont draw your conclusion of this superagent so easily
It is just a movie. “But then who will be the next James Bond? , Sheeba wanted to know. “I really dont know”. “Well…I’m a little influenced by your lyrics and I think I’m going to watch some old Bond movies,” Sheeba ended her conversation”
sceamed Sheeba hysterically from out the showers βthe curfew has been implemented!’ “What…. the…. fuck!!! ”How can we go out now into the nights”, she complained. Sheeba was not very amused about the regulations. The Corona outbreak has seized the world. A virus is floating around that is life-threatening to human society. And there is nothing else the media is talking about. Amidst the tumult and overload of information, it is no longer possible to distinguish between what is still real news or fake news. It is becoming a trend what makes ordinary people think. Because as with anything, you will always have both supporters and opponents of the news we are presented with in the media. And certainly during a time of this lockdown, people have started to live more in anxiety. And where there is fear there is suspicion. People are no longer so quick to trust and believe things. This is what the world is facing.
A splintering of communities and groups.Extreme measures are being taken. Governments from all over the world are flinging rules and impositions. Not everyone can cope with this as it restricts people’s daily freedoms. Special regulations come from how to handle hygiene like washing hands and sneezing into your elbow. Staying home will become a standard thing. Stay Home Stay Safe became a trendy slogan. Only essential shops like supermarkets and pharmacies may stay open. But limited to certain times. Disco’s and bars are closed. Party celebrations are not allowed. People are advised to keep their distance from each other and this is enforced and adhered to, wearing face masks in public transport and actually in all public environments is mandatory. Curfews are becoming a well-known phenomenon that formerly free people suddenly have to deal with. Getting vaccinated against the virus is recommended. These and more rules can be intense for some people.
But not everyone was affected. Most were enjoying themselves. It was actually quite fine like this. Few people on the streets, this made it easier to hear the birds and hear the crickets on the sides of roads. Nature was revived. It seemed like the wildlife was very happy. The air was remarkably much cleaner as there were also fewer cars outside. The fellow residents of Eden and myself found it very thrilling to witness it all. A real lockdown situation. During these phases, then, the residents’ most diverse aspirations emerged. It is winter anyway what do you want to do in the evening outside during winter. Staying comfy with your loved ones, watching movies, listening to music, playing games. Watching porn (all kind of..) and doing porn (also all kind of..) were the main things to do during the lockdown. As a good friend of this building i was totally endorsed by them already a long time ago. My bondage with them was of a different level. A level only we could understand. My being receptive triggered their curiosity. And their transparency made me more genuinely curious about them. It was as if it was meant to be…
She was constantly screaming in my ear Tomboy as i mockily call her always likes to make fun of me and want to hurt my feelings at times. It gives her a feeling of pleasure and a feeling of dominance. Her so called funny approach doesnt fit me. And therefore i try to avoid her as much as possible. Actually more because she is a dangerous girl. I’d rather avoid confrontation than deal with it. despite this contradiction, I can still deal with her well. It’s hard to explain. It doesn’t need to be explained either. βWhy cant you open your mouth further?” Sheeba asked me. “I have inflamed tonstrils and gums”, i told her politely. “And due the swollen gums my back tooth has been drawn so it can heal.” What would be the best remedy to heal as soon as possible i wondered.
The lockdown postponed so many things. And people will get crazy staying home all the time. It is good then to be with someone and doing mostly social activities. Believe me if you are alone you are fucked for upcoming times.. Make yourself comfortable. As usual im one of the many inhabitants of βEdenβ who is not all the time naked in the rooms. There is also this gorgeous gym inside the appartment complex. People can choose to sport…totally naked if they want. “Wow!” doing squats naked while looking yourself in the mirrow. All these naked dripping from sweat bodies. All in different sizes and different shapes. It feels deliberating. I will do this more often were my thoughts blazing after my first naked gym session.Being one of the few men in the complex, I am quite well known in the complex. mostly because I am very alluring as was whispered in the corridors. I had to get used to this form of fame and recognition…
The ladies are very fond of me. Most of the men in the complex are full-time gay as they jokingly say. According to Tomboy, only a ray from the rainbow of me is gay. The rest they want to discover and experience..That may be why the ladies are so benevolent. To be honest, of course I just surrender to their lusts and benefits. It’s just friendlyβ¦It’s quite a special feeling to experience that. But predominantly I liked that among the nudists in the in-house gym of “The Mansion”. Among themselves, there is a total ban on cameras and photo in the entire complex. Even the kitchen and laundry room are being observed. And if anyone still makes a misstep, punishment awaits. An atmosphere of total freedom and where you can truely be yourself. The douches are a mixture of people. Because it doesn’t bother people here, they should feel like they are in paradise.
Tomboy was wondering: βHow come then after mandatory mask rule, still so many contaminations?” “And why the new rules?” “We are washing our hands.” “We keep distance, we follow the rules.” “Every organisation is following the rules.” ”And that while they know they are losing control and grip on their business.” “The government is in charge” “The government makes the rules.” “They are the boss now and they are in control.” “There must be some sceptics present surely,” Sheeba brooded. ”They too have to follow the rules” ” But personally, I think that could lead to rebellion.” “Because they find out that they are completely absorbed in a system of order and no more freedoms.” ”Imposed rules and regulations.” the fact is …..the brainwashing on a mass level has already begun.” “The Great Reset.”
Tomboy teasingly stroked her hands through my hair and fucked up my hairstyle. They were both going to take care of me during the lockdown.With them, of course, I could cure my throat and tonstrils.
And secretly in the evening when I was asleep or pretending to be asleep, Tomboy would come peek and look at my sleeping naked body in adoration.It made her confused because she could see the beauty in it. She looked at me not out of excitement but out of interest. She had seen few naked men. She found me very interesting. Ever since 2015 when I met her and Sheeba. Soon we rolled into the photo and art industry and of course that was accompanied with sex drugs and the free life.
No limits, no problems was our motto. We lived in a stupor and until all this time we always stayed together and got my permanent room in the complex.I was forever stuck with these bitches…
Sheeba once again pointed out to me that I should not be so sloppy and naive in my photoshoots.
”No signals!’
suddenly jumped Tomboy in between the conversation. ”Your device should be unrecognisable and unknown.” during the shoot no fucking devices allowed Tomboy told me that during the coming period, she will introduce me to her friends who will make me more wise to the world of cyber stalking and photography and combined with sex. “Ultimately,
this is going to lead to the ultimate private toyboy ….for us.”
“A situation where we will take care.” “We will be queens together in your kingdom” “We will fuck you..and you will be fucking us”
“With your beautiful slender muscular angelic body.” ‘Your body” “mingled with our bodies, in any circumstance in every order“
Their domination was palpable and intense, but pleasurable. Being submissive to their benevolent lust gave a thrilling thrill for me. I listened to them and was all ears. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was like it was throbbing. It was perfect. β¦.
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