Alien Sex story - it doesnt get much dirtier

This was the moment he had been waiting for. Just the thought of mindilling with her was enough to permoot his pishmol into a frenzy. Lovingly he placed his beshmoily on her meshmuggle. Whispering sweet patoonts into her delicate langtong. The simple act of vormunting was enough to grallow her portmadillo and emit loud hamphoompahimps. Finally in an act of pure fandpaspicup, their twirling hoistcuttles gave one last ratoit before falling exhausted on their hampistic grillderstop.


Dirty buggers!

For all you Sci-Fi/Fantasy nutters

There is a terrific store in the city with a very knowledgable and likeable owner by the name of Jonathon. You can order almost anything from him and many of the books are only $15.

www.ofscienceandswords.com.au

Site is not great but just email them or go say hello. Tell them i sent you so i can demand discounts for myself!

What is love? Brain versus heart.

Feel free to poo poo my post. However there has been some history of contact with my mother since she passed away. Not for a while and it has mostly been getting together in dreams and having long conversations. One time she was pregnant, the next time there was a woman in the same room as her and she got up and walked past without looking once at me. I got this understanding then that this was her but a different person, not one im likely to meet.

My feeling is that we can be inexorably led to things when we invest our thought processes on that subject. I came across this site http://www.worlditc.org/ about contacting people after they die via radio, tv etc. Fascinating experiments and one that cannot be dismissed so easily. Anyway, while working i had my headphones on as usual but nothing actually playing. Suddenly i became aware of the background noise because of a few spikes in the sound. Now i am not trying to tell you that i was being contacted or anything like that. It just brought me back to thinking about the subject. I got up and went to heat up my lunch. Whilst standing there I started to think about Mum and was experiencing some of the physical sensations i got after she died in hospital. Im a take things as they come kind of guy, i also keep a balanced head whilst not taking anything as a given. I said hello to her and i then asked her to help me with a particular issue i wont bring up here. I suddenly got this nearly overwhelming sense of hapiness and started to smile and laugh. Nothing in my rational brain could determine why i was laughing, i had no particular thought to trigger it. I shook my head and told her "Ok, ill take that" and got my food and started writing this. I cant shake the feeling that this was all kind of too easy and too coincidental. The most interesting part of all this is the physical aspect. I have not had this feeling in my heart and gut area since the night she died. I wont try to intellectualise this incident. As i told Mum, ill just take it as it is and move on. I had a sense that the answer to my question was yes, so i guess its just a matter or waiting and seeing.

Zombie facts

I have had a fascination with Zombies for many years. I have had recurring dreams of myself fighting the undead. I found this site today and feel justified in my concerns. I could very well be training myself during sleep to fight and lead the resistence to this dread army of the night. Having me as a friend has never been more important. I guarantee your chances of surviving a zombie onslaught are 50% improved with me as your leader. Something to think about when you are deciding on how much to spend come birthday time.

http://www.fvza.org/zscience1.html

Now if you think you could perhaps do a better job than me, i suggest you take the test first to be sure you have what it takes - http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take

The Train Diaries - The headache

Blood pulses in my brain
and with it comes pain.

She, if it is a she, comes with a message of warning as she always does. If it be my brain that must heed this warning then we are at a stand still lady pain. For with each pulse of blood it carries with it your burning mark. And I can think of nothing else but this. How am I to be when you bring you army with you? What secret skills lay dormant within me to make defense of you. Where lay hidden my armies and what is their weapon? I am a general who is blind to my enemy AND my ally. First I must find my arms to remove the blindfold, only then will I see you lady pain, then I must find my legs, only then can I search for my ally. You seem to have the advantage lady, in surplus. Yet for now you are only one. That, I can deal with!

Extreme exshreme - i question this thinking

Been on the brink I think before. Thing is one man cliff is another’s diving board. I cant claim to have been to the extremes of anything really. Always going to be someone who has suffered the same thing but much worse. I’ve said this before. I reckon we choose our limitations before we are born, so maybe there is no such things as an extreme. Everything we do is within our capacity, just looks like extremism from the other person’s perspective. That makes more sense to me. We often cant believe what we see in others. Maybe because our internal limitations are just ensuring you are aware that just because one guy can pump 30 grams of cocaine up his nose doesn’t mean you can go jump that fence you built for yourself and join in the fun without suffering the consequences.

What the only child DOES in that room.

There is a way to enhance the mood I’m in and I think ill give it a shot. I stand here alone in the middle of the room letting myself be directed unconsciously by my brain as I sway and think, sway and think………."I could have been…………………..one of these things first". People like Keroac always described events that could only belong to one person, and while I find myself being able to immerse myself into the 'flavours' of the event as an outsider to the tale, I find it hard to personally design any of these moments myself. Instead I am inexorably led to other characters less – convivial. I am led therefore to Drake, Dickens, Blake and Wilson. You might find yourself, alone, in your room. Or at a party, with people you’ve never known. Oh God those lyrics, those lyrics, they just get me. I would play this part of the song ‘Soul kinda feelin’ over and over with autistic like devotion at the age of 13. Much like I did at 6 with ‘In My Room’. Does this explain why I spent so much time in my own bedroom or did the songs aptly reflect why I spent so much time in my bedroom. I still cant quite work out whether the song is the chicken or the egg.

Story idea - my favourite genre - post apocalyptic

Morning musing
I was contemplating writing a short story. I am alone as far as i can tell, everyone else is dead or gone. What exactly do you do with your time? You get yourself a gun (tell me you wouldnt). You take pleasure in damaging property, shooting shit to the blazers. You go in to any house that fancies you. You make a game of building up an idea of the people who live there. Look at photos, work out habits, cleanliness, design, furniture. Its amazing what you can work out this way. There is a horrifying journey up to the 30th floor of the building you once worked in, scares the shit out of you walking up those steps in such confined and dark concrete tombs. Once up there you cannot help yourself and you smash open a window and start throwing monitors and chairs out the window trying to targets below. You have a battery pack to take everywhere so you can start things up. You have a storage place to put away canned foods and anything else you can think of. You get a freezer running on generator. But you dont grow food, you dont really do anything useful at all. The crux of this story is that when it comes down to it, you actually enjoy it, your world becomes internalised. There is a slight chance i will add a dog to the story. We always say that Carnie has the same problems as me, food allergies and the like. Maybe she survives too. I pictured giving the command for her to jump into the backpack.
First line - "Fuckin' house wont stay lit. I keep throwing more molatov coctails through the living room window but the floors are too damp and its pissing me off. The whole place was flooded prettly bad. Always did have problems with plumbing, being on a sloping block. Couple of times the water got to within a few inches of the back door and we had to sweep the through the night to keep it at bay. I had figured this was going to be an easy task when i first thought of it. Two hours tops and the dreams would never dare return. I had picked up the bottles from a 7-11 and pumped the petrol there are well into each one. I found a uniform in the back storage room and tore it into strips. " I burn down our house to help forget the past.

So how about a workshop here, lets get some comments!

Me dead - the novel

Well a short story anyway, or the beginnings of one. Looking for some feedback, should i continue?


In the study she found tapes in old gym bags full of chords from computers and stereos as well as a few old walkman’s. She found more in unpacked boxes full of clothes, 45’s and computer disks. There was an entire filing cabinet drawer full of old casette tapes with names on them like Depeche Mode and The 5th Dimension as well hundreds of blank tapes, all dumped there seemingly after the move and not touched since. She began to place the contents of the study in large piles on the living room floor. From there she began organising the objects into related items. All computer disks, chords and disused peripherals were put in one of the old boxes, the books and magazines were placed up against the wall, small musical instruments and sheet music were put in another box. She found old pay slips, cuttings from magazines, photos, and football swap cards in abundance, old Atari games and consoles, even a small welding kit. Each thing was placed somewhere in the room and soon the piles began to get lower. Once completed she stepped back to survey the state of the room. There were 10 distinct sections of items, some larger than others. There was a lot there, more than you would expect from one room however she was not satisfied that this was enough. She went to the drawer and took out a pad and pen and began to draw up ten columns with names given to the various piles within the room. Then one after the other began to itemise each item in the pile and document it under the columns. She didn’t stop to think why she was doing this, only that this was as good a distraction as any, it kept her mind busy and away from thoughts of the last few days. The phone rang a few times but she let it got to the message, it would only be friends or family calling to check up on her and she wasn’t interested in talking about anything, particularly anything about the last few days which she knew they would.

An astonishing thing about forums OR why i write

I was told something in a forum that was one of the most horrifying and cruel stories about what happened to them as a child. I was so upset. When i feel that way i write. It is very personal (for both parties) however i believe it can apply to many peoples experiences. Therefore i send this out to the void in hope that it gets caught by the right person.

This is what i wrote to this person -

I am sitting here alone in this cold room, no matter how high I turn up the heater this damn room never loses its chill. My hands click away on the keyboard and I write, simply write. I write because I am compelled to. Throughout my life I have often retreated to a quiet room, to try and make sense of it all. Thoughts are swirling, concepts, theories, kind words, sad words, words of comfort, respect, admiration, God I am flooded with a million words at once and I pray I can give them all to you. Yet prayer is more than a form of expressing hope, it is also a means of collecting our thoughts and what my thoughts tell me is that nothing I write here will truly be enough. In fact I think this is more about my needs than yours. Writing is a form of release for me, a means to express my deepest feelings and to show what lies beneath. So what is that pray tell? Well I like to think that inside us all is our truest self, our oldest self, the part of us that has been around for millennia. I like to think that within there lives the collection of our experiences both good and bad, and with each experience comes a new understanding and a new insight into not only ourselves but each other. I keep thinking about that damn ladder, the one I consider I climb as life goes on, but today I have learnt something new. That ladder makes no sense because at any given time we could fall off it and have to start again, and that makes no sense to me. I already climbed it so why should I do it again? One minute I think Im nearing the top and then whammo, I realise that the end was a trick of the light and I realise ive hardly started. Life just isn’t this simple. ……….We are capable of anything given the conditions, the only thing that stops us from doing one thing and not the other is choice. God what bullshit we can come up with to explain life, what arrogance to think it can ever be understood. The only thing that is real is what I am doing right now. I can try and work out why im doing this or I can just keep doing it because it is making me feel good. My most precious and peaceful times are when I am not second-guessing myself. When I am writing, gardening, making love, watching my dogs, talking to my sister. What clarity, what peace, nothing else matters, nothing I have been through good and bad is infringing upon my time right now. Ah but shit! Now see….. I stop doing that and for a second I was left with my own thoughts…………………..that’s dangerous stuff Daniel, I don’t want to suppress my hurts, I don’t want them to be there during my moments of silence but they always manage to. I’m reminded of when I told Jenny some of my secret hurts, the ones even the silence didn’t hear. It was a series of catalysts that got me to that moment and I was able to express to her what was lying beneath. God I felt good after that. Its like a freedom, an exorcism of old ghosts haunting my body. The consequences of letting these ghosts out are not to be taken lightly, I could have gone either way at that point, LOL, now we come back to choice again! I define myself by how I limit my choices, not all options are useful ones, so therefore I limit myself to ensure my times of peace are increased. At one point in my life I allowed myself the ultimate choice, to live or not to live, I made the right choice and from then on my second option was forever removed. I live here as Daniel for as long as I can, I accept that I was not given the right to a life free of hurt and nor would I choose it. It scares me to think of the man I would have been if I didn’t have those experiences, a worse one I know that at least, a shell, a robot.
You are living a defining moment and thanks to your trust in us we have been blessed to have you share it with us. I can’t properly tell you how good that makes me feel. Thank you for introducing me to your ghosts, they have partly made you who you are now……….partly. Once they are let go (and they will go) you will be able to fill those empty spaces with whatever you choose. If I got to make the choice for you it would be for you to be so filled up with moments of love with your family and friends that your soul will be overflowing with joy. We would all give you this if we could however there really is no need -because you have the opportunity to give it to yourself if you choose it.

Its got a little warmer in here, the light has just broken through the clouds. Just outside the window a rainbow lorikeet is calling to its mates and they come flying over. Isn’t it funny how they always stick together and function better as a group, I guess they realise that they don’t have to do everything alone, that God didn’t mean for them to function that way.

Song lyrics - Referencing the amazing novel 'The Clearing'

I told you the things that I did, the things that I said
Was just God working through me
You said
God is not working through us,
we are working for ourselves
In honour of what we contain.

Its hard to imagine being truly alone
We play our role as a part of the whole
Yet sometimes the absence of feeling
Is like a blindfold for the soul.

I don’t want to let you down
But im a burden for you, I know
I don’t want to let you down
But I don’t wanna let you go
I bought this novel about nothing really
Just a guy at a sawmill with his wife
I couldn’t put it down
But I didn’t want it to end
I just want to erase the last week
And pick it back up again

Bonk before the big day? You bet your sweet bippy. Past post.

Have a religiously inclined kid on the forum who was adamant that sex before marriage was just plain wrong in every way. I had some comments on that.

[Your blogerator]
"Sex complicates things. It can be addicting and become the reason two people are together, which is not a sustainable reason"Dave, a long term relationship aint the reason people always have sex. Being together with someone purely for sex isnt that bad as long as they both agree to it. You call it complication however getting close to someone emotionally can be more complicated. Sex b4 marriage can allow you to get over that fascination with physical sex and allow the relationship to focus on more important things. Getting to know person b4 sex is fine but what about if you are sexually incompatible and you marry the person, my parents are prime example, it goes both ways mate.Studies as small as 92 couples is no study, and often they focus on a single age group and socio economic/cultural circumstance. How old were these 35% people who are happier? If they are under 60 then forget it, you cant gauge happiness and 80% of people will tell people they are happy when they are not as they wont admit it to themselves, silly study! There is no such thing as normal happiness."Women in the ’90s were more likely than women in the ’80s to cohabit rather than marry in response to pregnancy. Together, these trends suggest that cohabitation is becoming more a substitute for marriage, rather than a form of engagement that culminates in marriage." Crap, more woman work in professional careers in 90's than 80's, marriage is not near as important as career. We are talking incredibly different times and a comparison is just silly without taking that into account. Divorce has nothing to do with sex, they are focussing on the wrong thing, women work more, their needs and desires have changed. Men have changed and women are finding less need for one to be around. Women are changing, men still are not, that’s why marriages often fail, again this focus on sex is low low down in reasons, the only people who think this much about sex as such a big thing are virgins!THIS IS IMPORTANT ------Remember this - the people who marry before their 30's today are more likely to be living by their parents generation of values, therefore comparing that to a more modern thinking is almost impossible, most of my friends couldn’t care less about marriage, couldn’t care less about kids. Where in all this is that mentioned and where is it mentioned that nobody is having children? That’s why we are having sex with various partners, cause if we wait for marriage or procreation then most people will be virgins till their 40's.

Got a good gay joke? My angry post.

Some guy was carrying on about whether homosexuality was some kind of genetic abnormality. It (again) drove me nuts. And by the way the guy who posted that was indeed part owner of Harvey Norman, so i was right on the money. I lost a friend who used to join in the laughing over gay jokes and was gay himself. He ended up committing suicide because he did not think his friends would accept him.

[Your blogerator]
You know i would bet my left nut that the originator of this thread is white middle/upper class. Only these people would allocate/waste their time and brain resources on such a pointlessly intellectual thread. There has been some postings lately of a scientific nature that smack of one-upmanship and a desperate need to be acknowledged. This is not the way to discuss a topic that effects alot of people in some fairly fu*#en serious ways people. If you want to discuss scientific theories in a non-emotional way which is fine, take it to a seperate thread, ask the moderator to set it up. Dont sit there on your high horse saying its getting the subject out in the open or helping us to understand anything, nobody is learning anything from this thread and there are not enough people in here with scientific knowledge to contribute so QUIT it. ALL it does in these forums is make people feel stupid and worthless. Im a 32 year old man and reading this feel inadequate to be able to contribute because i dont have a science background, imagine how the younger ones feel. And just imagine how those in here who may be currently going through a very very emotionally confusing time as they explore their sexuality and what it means. On one side you have people who think being gay is wrong, then you have people like yourself wanting to theorise on the genetics of being gay. This is possibly someones life you are discussing in here so STOP IT. Go get your intellectual kicks elsewhere.Seing this thread is here now, maybe we can turn this into a positive for people who may be going through this at the moment, wondering if they are gay and what it will mean to them. Does anyone have some numbers, websites that help people through these times? This is all i could find -http://www.reachout.com.au/default.asp?ti=304

Your are not this mind - Post for Mark the shrink

Personality is a ghost, we focus our studies and attention too much on it. I dont think its that big a part of who we really are, that is if you believe in a soul. Our soul is the real us and we use our personality to express it or challenge it. Personality can change minute to minute, just read the Dice Man. Western psychology and thought is far too focussed on the personality, because its expected of us to form one specific one. I like to play with personalities to become a more enriched person. I can learn to experience life with different values and perspectives that way. My fave quote - "You are not this body, your are not this mind, your are not these conditionings, you are the spirit". Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi

Hitting your voodoo child - Forum post

This discussion got quite heated. It drove me batty hearing the comments made in there from your average person. People so readily accept behaviours because it was acceptable to their parent or community. I talk a lot about macro and micro as mentioned previously. Most people would agree that we are here to learn and to grow as individuals, so why do people find the jump to growing as a race so damn difficult to digest?

[Your blogerator]
As far as im concerned the fact that so many people in here have been smacked and think its ok shows us that average, well behaved kids are being spanked for no other reason than its a quick fix for the parent. The mantra of society is "i haven’t got time for this". Its is a bad reflection on they way we think as a people, we often look for the easy route and this just happens to be another example. I keep bringing up the concept of thinking beyond the square, because big things are just a collection of small things. For example a world war starts with one shot, one ill advised word. Therefore the fact that we spank our children so readily reflects in part who we are as a people. My hope is that this cycle will eventually end and the need for any kind of violence is the very last resort when no other options are available. A child learns that causing pain can be an effective means to get what you want but there is a line, the child grows up and discovers the line has started to fade- does that sound eerily like the world you are now living in?

Crying like a Refugee - more forum posts

Some twit was carrying on with that nonsense of queue jumping, it really got my goat. This is another of the posts that i really dont want to lose, i felt i had a point. I have this theory that you can view just about all situations as micro and macro. Most importantly i believe that by taking something related to an individual for example, can then be applied to a community, or all people.

[your blogministrator]
I would first reconsider the use of the term "refugee problem", it implies guilt, similar wording to people referring to the "black problem" in the past. It is not a problem, it is a fact of life, it is a common thread throughout history, do you think this is a new thing to happen, read your history books, read the Bible! It is the responsibility of all humans to ensure that we are all treated with respect and given basic rights, the same rights we expect without thought in this country. You speak of bigger issues however I am not interested in that in any way, what matters to me is that if these people make it here through whatever means because their basic human rights are not being met, it is up to us as humans to look out for them, to give them respect and to ensure they have a future no matter what that is. It is not enough to simply argue about the bigger issues for years, leaving these people in limbo, do you understand? This will never go away, so it is important for each generation to do what it can, as it is in these situations that we are judged as people, does that make sense? Get over this ridiculous argument of trying to catch us out because we dont know how to solve something that has been occuring since the dawn of mankind, thats simply foolish. Taken back to the human experience, we can then see that not only are they effected as people suffering a terrible wrong albeit not a new one, we as a country will also suffer as a collective, our soul will be tarnished. I respect the individual Jane as im sure you do, take that to a larger scale and understand that as a country, then as humans, we would hope that this simple respect will not disappear. http://www.safecom.org.au/refugees.htm

Un-welcome for some, inevitable to others. Hi there.

Rather than struggle with an introduction about my particulars i decided that i would begin with the past, a post i made in an old forum i used to frequent. There was a particularly scurrilous young person there who would often be abusive to the others within this strange new world. This may a good start into my inner me-ness and my eternal desire to deny people their 'ism's if they are effecting others. It may also introduce my fascination with this new form of communication and how well it truly captures us. I will be adding more of these over time i hope - i wrote some good shit in there!

[Unknown person]
well well well i always post as a frequent guest on here and i always do my best to get along with the members and i come back 2day from a few wekks holidays to find that they really dont give a flying f**k about people who r not members . u have to create ur own area where us normal people arnt alloweed to reasd ur precious crap well up urs to all of u for being fake and nice to us and then nipping us right in the bum

[your blogerator]
"We are not ourselves; actually there is nothing we can call a 'self' anymore; we are manifold, we have as many selves as there are groups to which we belong.....The neurotic has overtly a disease from which everybody is suffering" J. H. VAN DEN BERG

We choose the self we wish to display on these forums, we show initially what we want to show, and it is often different in each situation and how comfortable you are. So we cant pigeonhole ourselves anymore than we can control the thoughts of others. But if i can add to Mr VanDen Berg here - eventually our insecurities will show given the right conditions, and baby you just showed us what is meant by ignorance. Knowledge is power, and you just dealt your weakest hand buddy. "The torch of chaos and doubt - this is what the sage steers by", but an ignorant person does not steer, but is led. Perhaps you should figure out where your going before you annoy these good people again?