to someone - at adam4adam... 12/26/2006
to statement that flaminco isn't from east india...
flamenco dancing was brought by the moores before the 13 century to spain by way of east india by traveling -migrating gypsies. as a former pairs figure skater & study dance in asia and europe, as well as my minor at steven's college, columbia, missouri, 1979, i beg to differ. i volunteered/interend as tailor - costumer - 3 different summers as costumer for the joeffrey ballet and 1 year at the london ballet company. most recently i attended and did sketches of an east indian dance troupe before leaving chicago. besides, my step grand mother is a gypsy and thier religous beliefs are also linked to their genetic and cultural links with rome, turkey and eat india, etc. as a wandering people they often mated with others from countries that they happened to be in... being born in europe & schooled all over and the world - help broaden one's approach to histroy and culture, a wee bit differently. i stated dance in japan then belgium, agrentina, brazil and so on... while in college i studied, music, art, theatre and dance at juillard and usc summers workshoppes - 1970's.
i m not a choreographer. but i, also, have study dance in spain & mexico, though it was over 15 years ago. please, where out side off the states have u study? (as a figure skater, i made it to nationals in japan 2 times, greece 3 times and in britan 2 more times...) i m old, but well educated & traveled
Silk Road Project - Press Releases
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Origin and Evolution
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
hermetics and a quick over-view of the magiks i do...
in writing a reply to a message i recieved asking me what i practice,
not what do u believe...
(please copy and paste as for some reason i cannot get it to come up blue as needed to clique on)
www.hermetics.org/
www.hermetics.org/ebooks.html
-- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermeticism
www.hermetics.com/
www.lava.net/~pagios/
www.amazon.com/Initiation-into-Hermetics-Franz-Bardon/dp/1885928122
www.mythinglinks.org/euro~west~alchgnosherm.html
www.srihermetics.com/
www.americanhermetics.net/
this is my reply to the question above...
& there's more just google...
i just wanted to let you read the golden verses and then if you were interested...
most magick is the same...
whether it's candles or a full ritual with like minded people... you call quatrters, north, south, east and west (in that order),
accoring to your needs of comfort u assign - watch towers, demi-gods, or angels..
then you work your magick (the greatest magick offered to man is unconditional love!)
one draws down a "cone of power," usually planetary but i could be just a chosen set of dieties, for me, -- i use in private practice - apollo & atremis... then you can have the eucrist, thanks the dieties, dismiss - "stay or go do what ever thou wist harming none...
so mote it be..."
as well as - "as above so below & other hermetic thoughts"
there are private, secret practices and things i choose not do disclose...
with out some due consideration as to the motives of any questioner...
and out of respect to my teachers and training...
then u go on with your day...
i hope this will answer some questions...
part of conversation with bob
"yes, the wheel of the year follow patterns just like all nature... days shortner as it approaches the winter solstice & then the day light grows again after the winter solstice -21st of decmeber...
i've taught the pagan calendar, tarot, numerology and have have made it a practice to study other such things astrology for over 40 years now. "
"pagans have gotten a raw deal in our history books"
"yes! the burning time!the catholics stold our holidays, then bastardized al of our beliefs and then when we would turn to accept their "new doctrines" the killsed us off ie., st patrick of ireland..."
"unfortunately, in the world in which we live, artistic hearts are so frequently broken"
"well though boorn in libra i have major scorpio placements & 2 cancer ones...
so though i have heart, i can recoil, hid in my cave & survive well..."
"the heart is a fragile organ"
" don't offer my love easily..but love unconditionally...
that's why i can say to you & other's "please your lug..." --- meaning do what you need to to get by...
i m not that easily offended...
been out in the world to long for that..."
12/25/2006
not what do u believe...
(please copy and paste as for some reason i cannot get it to come up blue as needed to clique on)
www.hermetics.org/
www.hermetics.org/ebooks.html
-- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermeticism
www.hermetics.com/
www.lava.net/~pagios/
www.amazon.com/Initiation-into-Hermetics-Franz-Bardon/dp/1885928122
www.mythinglinks.org/euro~west~alchgnosherm.html
www.srihermetics.com/
www.americanhermetics.net/
this is my reply to the question above...
& there's more just google...
i just wanted to let you read the golden verses and then if you were interested...
most magick is the same...
whether it's candles or a full ritual with like minded people... you call quatrters, north, south, east and west (in that order),
accoring to your needs of comfort u assign - watch towers, demi-gods, or angels..
then you work your magick (the greatest magick offered to man is unconditional love!)
one draws down a "cone of power," usually planetary but i could be just a chosen set of dieties, for me, -- i use in private practice - apollo & atremis... then you can have the eucrist, thanks the dieties, dismiss - "stay or go do what ever thou wist harming none...
so mote it be..."
as well as - "as above so below & other hermetic thoughts"
there are private, secret practices and things i choose not do disclose...
with out some due consideration as to the motives of any questioner...
and out of respect to my teachers and training...
then u go on with your day...
i hope this will answer some questions...
part of conversation with bob
"yes, the wheel of the year follow patterns just like all nature... days shortner as it approaches the winter solstice & then the day light grows again after the winter solstice -21st of decmeber...
i've taught the pagan calendar, tarot, numerology and have have made it a practice to study other such things astrology for over 40 years now. "
"pagans have gotten a raw deal in our history books"
"yes! the burning time!the catholics stold our holidays, then bastardized al of our beliefs and then when we would turn to accept their "new doctrines" the killsed us off ie., st patrick of ireland..."
"unfortunately, in the world in which we live, artistic hearts are so frequently broken"
"well though boorn in libra i have major scorpio placements & 2 cancer ones...
so though i have heart, i can recoil, hid in my cave & survive well..."
"the heart is a fragile organ"
" don't offer my love easily..but love unconditionally...
that's why i can say to you & other's "please your lug..." --- meaning do what you need to to get by...
i m not that easily offended...
been out in the world to long for that..."
12/25/2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
assumption!
i've often heard and read:
"ass - u - me"
meaning: you made an ass out you and me!
i received a message in a site:
"So you're a warlock? Shouldn't you be able to cast a spell on me and entice me over to your place for fun and games? Just being silly here... "
my response was:
"okay! weird! the word "warlock originates from an old english word - to bending the truth...
a witch is something else... (maybe from wicca to bend nature...
referring to midwife and natural healers in general...)
there is the witch rede... "in all none be harmed...
do as thou wilst! ... "
"ass - u - me"
meaning: you made an ass out you and me!
if statement mentioned below was said of one's race, gender, sexual life style or age... maybe the offense woulld have been relized by its author but religous persecution is not a joking matter, my ancestor and those of my beliefs were tortured and killed duing the burning times for being witches...
i received a message in a site:
"So you're a warlock? Shouldn't you be able to cast a spell on me and entice me over to your place for fun and games? Just being silly here... "
my response was:
"okay! weird! the word "warlock originates from an old english word - to bending the truth...
a witch is something else... (maybe from wicca to bend nature...
referring to midwife and natural healers in general...)
there is the witch rede... "in all none be harmed...
do as thou wilst! ... "
but have moved on to become a hermetic philosopher...
a initiate in training> in my blog i have the golden verses of pythagoras...
it tells best the path that i choose to be on..."
(and later thought---of the story where a young lad is brought into hospital. the father has died in an auto accident. the surgeon walks in and says; "i cannot operate on this boy because he's my son." who is the doctor? )
12/24/2006
now lastly - as a foot note on this winter's night to all good christians...
joyeaux noel et bonne annee'!
flieze navad y prospero nuevo ano!
merry christmas and a happy new year!
some of my winter season's greeting cards & tags - i did
most are from...
angle stamp company---
with my own added creativity...
Friday, December 22, 2006
coloured - flames:
can be produced in the fireplace or bale fire by tainting small pieces of wood with chemical indicated below and followed with shellac mixture of alchol with sawdust then into holes bored into the log and filled with the chemical desired and brushed with alcohol and shellac mixture. irt works best with fine saw dust added here, as well...
flame - chemicals:
purple - lithium nitrate
violet - potassium nitrate
red - strontion nitrate
crimson - stronium with potassiun nitrate
orange - calcium chloride
yellow - common talbe salt
emerald - copper nitrate
apple green - barium nitrate
blue - copper sulfate
if the scent is offessive add fragrent wood chips, twigs or shaving... anything from exotic sandalwood to aromatic cheery or fruit bearing trees... a practice handed down in my family. you can now purchase them but much prefer a hands on touch. feel it's more spirituall contacting to whole yuel an dnew years experience!
i like to burn small logs near to each other in apple green, emerald and blue
and decorate my yule tree accordingly with pear shapes and partridges, ribbons of apple green, emerald and blue with baby's breath, stings of coloured and natural wooden or glass beads to match any of the following themes...
victorina - i add laces with small bibon streaming down,
edwardian - ginger bread pieces and coloured raphia,
southwesten - looks i add turquoise, coral, sand, violet,
the look of tiffnay - use pieces of my hand made hard candies in thin pieces using a small drill then put holes each irregular piece before totally hardened and hang from ribbons,
barvian look use straw, brass instrument, or plumage for ornementation,
my favorite scottish theme use tartan rosets, aron looking yarn in hand knit or crocheted doily - ornements, some porcelin or cross stiched thistle design, dried heather in white and/or violet or for a patriotic look add petitte emblem flags,
just let ur mind go wild and as u decorate contact your inner muse or cheque out historical, regional or cultural refferances of ideas.
flame - chemicals:
purple - lithium nitrate
violet - potassium nitrate
red - strontion nitrate
crimson - stronium with potassiun nitrate
orange - calcium chloride
yellow - common talbe salt
emerald - copper nitrate
apple green - barium nitrate
blue - copper sulfate
if the scent is offessive add fragrent wood chips, twigs or shaving... anything from exotic sandalwood to aromatic cheery or fruit bearing trees... a practice handed down in my family. you can now purchase them but much prefer a hands on touch. feel it's more spirituall contacting to whole yuel an dnew years experience!
i like to burn small logs near to each other in apple green, emerald and blue
and decorate my yule tree accordingly with pear shapes and partridges, ribbons of apple green, emerald and blue with baby's breath, stings of coloured and natural wooden or glass beads to match any of the following themes...
victorina - i add laces with small bibon streaming down,
edwardian - ginger bread pieces and coloured raphia,
southwesten - looks i add turquoise, coral, sand, violet,
the look of tiffnay - use pieces of my hand made hard candies in thin pieces using a small drill then put holes each irregular piece before totally hardened and hang from ribbons,
barvian look use straw, brass instrument, or plumage for ornementation,
my favorite scottish theme use tartan rosets, aron looking yarn in hand knit or crocheted doily - ornements, some porcelin or cross stiched thistle design, dried heather in white and/or violet or for a patriotic look add petitte emblem flags,
just let ur mind go wild and as u decorate contact your inner muse or cheque out historical, regional or cultural refferances of ideas.
the yule log...
came to english - speaking people from the scandivavian forebearers and pagan ceremonies. "yule" comes from "rol," a wheel that indicates the changing of seasons. (see earlier eniteris about sabbats of the year.) for many centuries fire had been the symbol of the home ("harth") and safety. not only was it warmth satisfying but served to light the home after the sun went down. when the celts and teutons commerated the return of the sun- the source of light, heat and even life it's self - fire naturally played a signifant part... the druids fullyselected a large log, perferably from a fruit - bearing tree, like apple and at other times from a long lasting one like oat. at a solem gathering they blessed and prayed over it, that it might last forever. generally a piece of the old long was kept to satrt the fire next year.
notes from my personal book of shadows
notes from my personal book of shadows
in many yuletide songs...
the holly - was spoken of as the male & the ivy as the female. the one that was first brought into the house would indicate which sex would rule the home that new year.
mislte toe - the most plausible explaintaion of the word "mislte toe" is that it is dervied from mistetan, meaning "different twig," since it grows on oak trees as a simi parasitic and constasts them with huge,dense, light -green growth. in ancient birtain it was the sacred plant of the druids, the archdruids and his priests performing elaborate ceremonies aroundit at the winter solstice. because of the pagan association it has not been sanctioned by the church for decorations, but is very commonly found in the home. "give me a kiss" is its meaning in the language of love - flowers. it hangs in doorways or under chandeliers, each lad claims a kiss from the girl who happens to be under it, removing a berry and giving it to the girl. when all the berries are taken, no more kisses are available. probably this custom is a survival of early marriage rites.
mislte toe - the most plausible explaintaion of the word "mislte toe" is that it is dervied from mistetan, meaning "different twig," since it grows on oak trees as a simi parasitic and constasts them with huge,dense, light -green growth. in ancient birtain it was the sacred plant of the druids, the archdruids and his priests performing elaborate ceremonies aroundit at the winter solstice. because of the pagan association it has not been sanctioned by the church for decorations, but is very commonly found in the home. "give me a kiss" is its meaning in the language of love - flowers. it hangs in doorways or under chandeliers, each lad claims a kiss from the girl who happens to be under it, removing a berry and giving it to the girl. when all the berries are taken, no more kisses are available. probably this custom is a survival of early marriage rites.
what yule does to me
paraphrase of a poem by alfred grant walton
bring the candles, light the tree,
there's something yule does to me,
it weaves a charm, it casts a spell,
it sheds a wrmth i cannot tell.
it melts the years with magickal art,
it makes me young again in heart;
i long to give where pity pleads,
and think of friends and human needs,
thank the gods! -- what ever else my be --
for all that yule does to me.
bring the candles, light the tree,
there's something yule does to me,
it weaves a charm, it casts a spell,
it sheds a wrmth i cannot tell.
it melts the years with magickal art,
it makes me young again in heart;
i long to give where pity pleads,
and think of friends and human needs,
thank the gods! -- what ever else my be --
for all that yule does to me.
observations after the winter solstice
i just love holding, licking and tasting a nice firm shaft of flesh, the feel of the almost indescribable pleasure of another man ass hole... the soft, velvet, smooth, damp puckering tightness against my fingers, tongue and cock --- transcends any words or ideas. i am left with my crude skill to relate just how --- one must but feel... and enjoy them as a spiritual experience to truly understand just what being with another man is like...
there is an old arabic proverb:
"anus smooth and round, penis so to fit...
it would be made like a hatchet if it were made for the slit!"
most ancients knew the reality of human response and desire...
i think in overly organized religions and cultures... the "norm" dis-values self expression,
trying to control the masses by in humane conditioning, sniffling and mocks the basic human need to unite in one's own divinity with others without unloving gods...
there is an old arabic proverb:
"anus smooth and round, penis so to fit...
it would be made like a hatchet if it were made for the slit!"
most ancients knew the reality of human response and desire...
i think in overly organized religions and cultures... the "norm" dis-values self expression,
trying to control the masses by in humane conditioning, sniffling and mocks the basic human need to unite in one's own divinity with others without unloving gods...
observations after fasting on filtered water, lemon juice, molasses, cyanne pepper and weak jasmine tea in meditation for three days leading up to the winter solstice then an out doors for ritual and merriment!
after midnight on 12/22/2006
after midnight on 12/22/2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
fantasy in green tights!
little john,"
i wish u were my main merry man hidden out from the sheriff of nottingham
it woodlands thick and green. and i would b your robinhood in deep with your sherwood forests...
i could just see us now having sex and playing rough with birch branches to tan ur hide and swat you on your balls...
then on the long over the brook we could fight until one of us in the waters falls"
u r naked before me. lying on ur back. in the mossy among the many trees... i kiss u roughly & bite ur lower lip. as i tie ur hands at the wrists w/palms touching. then undress you out of ur many greens and deapskin clothes.. but leaving out your boots.
then i tie a cord around ur cock & balls.
then i kiss you again... jabbing my tongue as deeply as i can into ur hungry mouth.
now i bite at ur ear lobes and stick my tongue in its recesses.
now chew down the length of you neck proximally to your shoulders now i gnaw in 1 shoulder after another.
now i lick down to one tit & chew and suckle then the other.
& down to ur navel...
then i lick the shaft of your cock from the base out to the tender tip of the hand rosy head.
then down to your nuts.
i suck one, pulling it into my mouth. i bite at the base most gingerly--- you winch and try to pull away only causing more sweet pain..
i lick it up and down while it is still in my mouth then the other.
your pelvis rises. i then lick down the trail to your ass. i lick at it pinkness. i enjoy it's smooth grip as i stick my tongue into it dark treasures. when u have pushed your ass as far as u can on my hungry face. all the while i am squeezing your nuts with one hand rubbing like a whisper against the taunt flesh w/my free phalanges. and w/the othe rhand i squeez the base of ur cock firmly pulling up and down more gently then firmly at the base. repeatedly. u arch up with each hammering stroke... you gasp! in almost silent sighs..
pull away and suck on a middle finger then push it into the silken pucker until my knuckle is pressing against your ass. i push and massage your prostate. you writhe on my manipulating digit.
now i take your cock back into my mouth... deep the back of my throat.
now your breathing is shallow also you start to snort like a raging bull...
your breath becomes an anticipating pant.
i then stop every action. my mauve and mushroom like cock head is rubbed against your butt blossom as i stick my cock head into u cavern of love & passion...
i stark to rock with my cock buried most deeply.
now i start to thrust wickedly as i squeeze your nuts & play with one tit after another like a fickle bee i go from one areoalic bud to the next. then i shoot inside you pumping my white hot fluid into your eager bowels. time just migth stop forever but this wave of orgasmic cloud will take me to the mid heavens...
then when time has started again, you shoot i pull out and engulf your throbbing prick with my mouth and hungrily feed upon its searing juices as if i were a starving mutt on his mother - bitches tit. i nurse each and every drop out. then kiss you savagely...
then eat my cum out of your ass...
then crawl behind you pushing my cock back in...
i untie your wrists . you fall asleep
for this moment we are complete.
just a wee bit after midnight 12/17-18/2006
i wish u were my main merry man hidden out from the sheriff of nottingham
it woodlands thick and green. and i would b your robinhood in deep with your sherwood forests...
i could just see us now having sex and playing rough with birch branches to tan ur hide and swat you on your balls...
then on the long over the brook we could fight until one of us in the waters falls"
u r naked before me. lying on ur back. in the mossy among the many trees... i kiss u roughly & bite ur lower lip. as i tie ur hands at the wrists w/palms touching. then undress you out of ur many greens and deapskin clothes.. but leaving out your boots.
then i tie a cord around ur cock & balls.
then i kiss you again... jabbing my tongue as deeply as i can into ur hungry mouth.
now i bite at ur ear lobes and stick my tongue in its recesses.
now chew down the length of you neck proximally to your shoulders now i gnaw in 1 shoulder after another.
now i lick down to one tit & chew and suckle then the other.
& down to ur navel...
then i lick the shaft of your cock from the base out to the tender tip of the hand rosy head.
then down to your nuts.
i suck one, pulling it into my mouth. i bite at the base most gingerly--- you winch and try to pull away only causing more sweet pain..
i lick it up and down while it is still in my mouth then the other.
your pelvis rises. i then lick down the trail to your ass. i lick at it pinkness. i enjoy it's smooth grip as i stick my tongue into it dark treasures. when u have pushed your ass as far as u can on my hungry face. all the while i am squeezing your nuts with one hand rubbing like a whisper against the taunt flesh w/my free phalanges. and w/the othe rhand i squeez the base of ur cock firmly pulling up and down more gently then firmly at the base. repeatedly. u arch up with each hammering stroke... you gasp! in almost silent sighs..
pull away and suck on a middle finger then push it into the silken pucker until my knuckle is pressing against your ass. i push and massage your prostate. you writhe on my manipulating digit.
now i take your cock back into my mouth... deep the back of my throat.
now your breathing is shallow also you start to snort like a raging bull...
your breath becomes an anticipating pant.
i then stop every action. my mauve and mushroom like cock head is rubbed against your butt blossom as i stick my cock head into u cavern of love & passion...
i stark to rock with my cock buried most deeply.
now i start to thrust wickedly as i squeeze your nuts & play with one tit after another like a fickle bee i go from one areoalic bud to the next. then i shoot inside you pumping my white hot fluid into your eager bowels. time just migth stop forever but this wave of orgasmic cloud will take me to the mid heavens...
then when time has started again, you shoot i pull out and engulf your throbbing prick with my mouth and hungrily feed upon its searing juices as if i were a starving mutt on his mother - bitches tit. i nurse each and every drop out. then kiss you savagely...
then eat my cum out of your ass...
then crawl behind you pushing my cock back in...
i untie your wrists . you fall asleep
for this moment we are complete.
just a wee bit after midnight 12/17-18/2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
I M A SEXUAL & SPIRITUAL BEING AS WELL AS ALTURISTIC IN ALMOST COMPLETELY IN ART & WORD .
AN DI M TOLD BY FRIENDS THAT I AM - altruistic in almost every aspect of life... from donating revenue form sales of my art, volunteering for Y-ME, juvenile diabetes or AIDs foundations. i enjoy bein gthe giving one in bed as well
AN DI M TOLD BY FRIENDS THAT I AM - altruistic in almost every aspect of life... from donating revenue form sales of my art, volunteering for Y-ME, juvenile diabetes or AIDs foundations. i enjoy bein gthe giving one in bed as well
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
my favorite cartoonist, SHIMMY
HIS ORIGINAL WORK & THIS IS BUT A SAMPLING YOU'LL FIND THIS LINK & IN HIS BLOG!
FANTASTIC, NO?
Monday, December 11, 2006
green man...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_man http://www.stonecarver.com/greenman.html http://www.mikeharding.co.uk/greenman/greenindex.html httphttp://www.mythinglinks.org/ct~greenmen.html://www.
http://www.thegreenmanfestival.co.uk/
http://www.mythinglinks.org/ct~greenmen.html
http://www.greenmanfestival.com/
http://www.thegreenmanfestival.co.uk/
http://www.mythinglinks.org/ct~greenmen.html
http://www.greenmanfestival.com/
I LOVE YOU, the magic of love...
By sisila recieved 12/12/2006
Love is like magic And it always will be.
For love still remains Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life That love cannot change!!
Love can transform The most commonplace Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish, Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer That everyone seeks...
Love is the language, That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought, It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic, Is life's sweet mystery!!
Miss you everyday
Keep in touch and stay happy, remember I am always here just for you
With all my love always,
An Overdue Visit
(poem from the ACLU)
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation
Friends of Freedom knew it was a special occasion.
Lady Liberty stood taller just off the shore
Her torch shining brighter than a few weeks before
But it wasn't the flame turning her cheeks all rosy
It was thoughts of Snowe, Feingold and Nancy Pelosi
And leaders from every side of the aisle
Who would soon bring the Bill of Rights back into style.
The Amendments had all hurried out of their beds -
Which was no easy task, they were nearly in shreds -
And they rushed to the window on papery feet
As a jolly old man flew right over their street.
"Could it be!?" they inquired as the roof shook and trembled
And they crept toward the mantle, peaceably assembled,
Just as someone emerged from the chimney with flair
In a shiny red suit, with a shock of white hair
And a top hat, and pants all in red, white and blue -
"Wait a minute," the Amendments exclaimed, "Who are you?"
"Don't be frightened my children," he said, "it's no scam.
"You can't have forgotten your old Uncle Sam!"
"Holy crap!" said Free Speech. "Stop right there!" yelled Bear Arms
And Privacy cried "Who shut off the alarms?!"
The Fifth remained silent, but Uncle Sam said
"We've been having some trouble, but Freedom's not dead."
The Amendments were cautious. "It's just been so long
"We've seen Liberty lost, we've seen so much go wrong.
"The President's trying to mangle and warp us,
"The Fourth is in tatters, so's Habeas Corpus!"
The old man sat down - he had had quite a ride -
But he told them "Don't worry, the Law's on our side,
"'Cause the nation's fed up and more people are crying
"For Justice and an end to illegal spying,
"And secret abductions by the CIA,
"And laws that would take women's choices away,
"And Gitmo tribunals and secret detention,
"And other intrusions too numerous to mention - "
"Not so fast," said a grinchity voice from above
And Don Rumsfeld pushed past the Fourteenth with a shove.
He was covered in soot and he looked kind of scary.
It seemed like his Christmas had not been so merry.
The Amendments said they weren't happy to see him:
"You tried to throw all of us in the museum!
"You've done so much the Constitution forbids!"
"And I would have gone on, but for you meddling kids!"
Uncle Sam told him "Rummy, your plans just won't do,
"So we've got a brand new timetable for you!"
And as Rumsfeld retired and crept into the night
The Amendments cried out "Have a good secret flight!"
From the distance they heard him reply with a snort.
"Bye-bye, Rummy!" they answered, "we'll see you in court!"
Uncle Sam rode the chimney up out of the room
And, like Frosty, he said "I'll be back again soon."
But they heard him exclaim "Oh, and just one more thing!
"This year, when the holiday bells start to ring,
"Try to honor religion. Honest faith can't be wrong.
"It's America, can't we all just get along?
"So, on Christian," he cried, "Muslim, Hindu, and Jew!
"On Quaker! On Shaker! And Atheist too!
"On Buddhist! On Taoist! And to show we're not chickens
"We'll file a few lawsuits defending the Wiccans!
"Your belief is your right, so get out there and savor it.
"Uncle Sam's not a preacher, and he doesn't play favorites!"
So this holiday season, whatever you do,
Warmest wishes for Freedom, from the ACLU.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation
Friends of Freedom knew it was a special occasion.
Lady Liberty stood taller just off the shore
Her torch shining brighter than a few weeks before
But it wasn't the flame turning her cheeks all rosy
It was thoughts of Snowe, Feingold and Nancy Pelosi
And leaders from every side of the aisle
Who would soon bring the Bill of Rights back into style.
The Amendments had all hurried out of their beds -
Which was no easy task, they were nearly in shreds -
And they rushed to the window on papery feet
As a jolly old man flew right over their street.
"Could it be!?" they inquired as the roof shook and trembled
And they crept toward the mantle, peaceably assembled,
Just as someone emerged from the chimney with flair
In a shiny red suit, with a shock of white hair
And a top hat, and pants all in red, white and blue -
"Wait a minute," the Amendments exclaimed, "Who are you?"
"Don't be frightened my children," he said, "it's no scam.
"You can't have forgotten your old Uncle Sam!"
"Holy crap!" said Free Speech. "Stop right there!" yelled Bear Arms
And Privacy cried "Who shut off the alarms?!"
The Fifth remained silent, but Uncle Sam said
"We've been having some trouble, but Freedom's not dead."
The Amendments were cautious. "It's just been so long
"We've seen Liberty lost, we've seen so much go wrong.
"The President's trying to mangle and warp us,
"The Fourth is in tatters, so's Habeas Corpus!"
The old man sat down - he had had quite a ride -
But he told them "Don't worry, the Law's on our side,
"'Cause the nation's fed up and more people are crying
"For Justice and an end to illegal spying,
"And secret abductions by the CIA,
"And laws that would take women's choices away,
"And Gitmo tribunals and secret detention,
"And other intrusions too numerous to mention - "
"Not so fast," said a grinchity voice from above
And Don Rumsfeld pushed past the Fourteenth with a shove.
He was covered in soot and he looked kind of scary.
It seemed like his Christmas had not been so merry.
The Amendments said they weren't happy to see him:
"You tried to throw all of us in the museum!
"You've done so much the Constitution forbids!"
"And I would have gone on, but for you meddling kids!"
Uncle Sam told him "Rummy, your plans just won't do,
"So we've got a brand new timetable for you!"
And as Rumsfeld retired and crept into the night
The Amendments cried out "Have a good secret flight!"
From the distance they heard him reply with a snort.
"Bye-bye, Rummy!" they answered, "we'll see you in court!"
Uncle Sam rode the chimney up out of the room
And, like Frosty, he said "I'll be back again soon."
But they heard him exclaim "Oh, and just one more thing!
"This year, when the holiday bells start to ring,
"Try to honor religion. Honest faith can't be wrong.
"It's America, can't we all just get along?
"So, on Christian," he cried, "Muslim, Hindu, and Jew!
"On Quaker! On Shaker! And Atheist too!
"On Buddhist! On Taoist! And to show we're not chickens
"We'll file a few lawsuits defending the Wiccans!
"Your belief is your right, so get out there and savor it.
"Uncle Sam's not a preacher, and he doesn't play favorites!"
So this holiday season, whatever you do,
Warmest wishes for Freedom, from the ACLU.
the wheel of the year
Wheel of the Year:
Sabbat is a holy day (holiday)
--Wiccans and high magicians celebrate since the dawn of time in many lands.
--There are 8 of them, four for the sun and four for the earth.
--The sun days are the winter and summer solstices and the fall and spring equinoxes which correspond with apexes and so on of the sun.
Earth: Imbolig. February the first, also Omellec, Imblog, Imbulc and Candlemas to name a few names pagans call this day. This is the feast of purification relating to the goddess Brigit, horses and cauldrons -- or other goddesses of childbirth like Artemis. Brigit was the daughter of Dagda, the good father, a warrior-protector. She multiplies food and drink such as beer/mead and bread and dried fish and meats during the dark time of the year. She was later adopted by the Christians as Mary of Gaels (mid wife to the virgin) and Saint Brigit of Ireland (also midwife…).
Sun: Spring Equinox both day and night is equal here, the 21st of the month. A time to examine one’s own balance, the sun god is an adolescent here: Ganymede, like young Apollo, as well as all sun gods, the key number is 7, which is associated with death and resurrection (for instance Jesus reduces to 7 in numerology.) And sacrifices are made to Apollo on the 7th of each month. He is, at this time, associated with ‘palm trees’, as he was born under one. Delos, the floating island and the place of his birth, was showered in gold for him. At the Equinox Hephaestus gave him the bow and arrow as well as the lyre.
--Or as Lugh, yet to be named another story entirely maybe for another day.
Earth: Belatine. The first of May, May Eve. The earth mother is now grown into the aspect of a young womyn, on her way to fullness of summer. Here the goddess is met by the green god, like Herne and the consummate the on the land with seed to assure a good crop. In Wiccan and Higher Magick circles that I have been a part of, the lord and lady were pairs/couples so that this act would be not only a ceremony but a joining of real flesh. The lady is attended by other womyn and girls, massaged in oils, and adorned with spring flowers, like the bulb plants, iris, crocus… The green god is in seclusion in a wooded area meditating and getting his energies ready, too; like the lady to scry any asked questions before retiring to the bower with his mate. (Cakes at this time are in shapes of phallus and vaginas thus the crème filled eclairs and Danishes, the triangle shaped red jellyrolls of today.)
Sun: the Summer Solstice. This is longest day of the year. We worship the sun god, Apollo, Lugh… Celebration-- of outward joy in the fullness of life. The discovery, the lady is with child, giving birth to the dark god. The earth is in blossom, plants are making ready to harvest… The richness of our worldly blessings, also in reverence of the power of the sun to bring forth light to enhance the earth and warm the soil causing plants to grow or the awesome power of the sun to scorch the land. Wear a sun block on this holy day.
Earth: Teltaine, Lughsad, Lughnasa, Lunsasa, Lammas, Mebon; and Hyacinthia--for the Spartans (who gathered pre-autumn crops like young barley and wheat. Made breads in shapes of animals made by boys and in shapes of vegetables by girls and one in the image of Hyacinth to be given to the god, Apollo for his consumption of his lost love). The Celts and the Brits create effigies of John Barley corn. A poppet to put on your altar to empower each time you do magick. Dolls are made from green leaves or from dried ones that have been soaked. There’s a contest and the best one is saved for the Autumn Equinox. There’s a bale fire utilizing all the leaves, stocks, stems and wood for this early harvest season. There should be a host of games for children as this is a holy day for youth and promise. At this time the ancient Greeks started the Olympics. Folk eat such foods as new potatoes and other roots, squash and new corn, along with meat and some early fresh fruit like green berries made into small pocket pies and leafy veggies like greens and lettuces.
Sun: The Autumn Equinox. In celebration of the second harvest this year bounty of grains again barley and corn, oats and wheat. We have another bale fire and burn John Barleycorn as previously mentioned. In this summer there was growth like bubbling juices within us. Now we prepare for this to occur most fruitfully. (With pies and cakes and marinated meats, fish and poultry using the herbs at hand. This important to have the earth, sea, and sky represented at this fest as well as a bounty of fresh veggies and fruit.) Only when we surrender to our inner nature like the flora and fauna have for the fed, shall we begin to hear the still voice within. We must set our outer affairs in order now to be ready when it calls. Thus the burning of the Wicker Man, as if to burn away all that ties us to earth in preparation of the hard time of the dark of the year.
Earth: Samhain. (saw–awn) The Celtic New Year, October the 31st/November 1st All Saint’s Day or the Celtic day of the dead thus Hallowe’en. It was a time of danger and great spiritual vulnerability. One would not eat from the fields after Samhain as the food would be given to the dead and to the pookas about. All food and fodder and fluke had been stored away for winter by this day. And there were fairs for live stock, artisans and foodstuffs. Rents and debts were paid and servant and workman received their annual wages. Each household had a festive supper and young people took part in marriage and divinatory games. Others would put on disguises to collect tribute from other villages and played some tricks on neighbors who weren’t generous when they came to call. Thus trick or treat! But most of all it was a holy day, supernatural manifestations. There were games like bobbing for apples in tubs of water representing rebirth of the souls from the cauldron of regeneration (another Brigit holy day as well).
Sun: Winter Solstice or Yule, the shortest day of the year. Celebration now for the increasing sunlight. In the dark the old god is slain and a candle is lit as a baby boy or tot is presented as the sun god newly born, Apollo, Lugh… Things like evergreen, holy are abundant and used to keep the green in the house. The joys of rebirth as well as all the solar and worldly blessings also revere of the power 0f the suns returning from absence of light once again are the focus of this holy day. Presents are naturally gives in celebration of the birth of the sun god.
Revision completed on July 24, 2007
Sabbat is a holy day (holiday)
--Wiccans and high magicians celebrate since the dawn of time in many lands.
--There are 8 of them, four for the sun and four for the earth.
--The sun days are the winter and summer solstices and the fall and spring equinoxes which correspond with apexes and so on of the sun.
Earth: Imbolig. February the first, also Omellec, Imblog, Imbulc and Candlemas to name a few names pagans call this day. This is the feast of purification relating to the goddess Brigit, horses and cauldrons -- or other goddesses of childbirth like Artemis. Brigit was the daughter of Dagda, the good father, a warrior-protector. She multiplies food and drink such as beer/mead and bread and dried fish and meats during the dark time of the year. She was later adopted by the Christians as Mary of Gaels (mid wife to the virgin) and Saint Brigit of Ireland (also midwife…).
Sun: Spring Equinox both day and night is equal here, the 21st of the month. A time to examine one’s own balance, the sun god is an adolescent here: Ganymede, like young Apollo, as well as all sun gods, the key number is 7, which is associated with death and resurrection (for instance Jesus reduces to 7 in numerology.) And sacrifices are made to Apollo on the 7th of each month. He is, at this time, associated with ‘palm trees’, as he was born under one. Delos, the floating island and the place of his birth, was showered in gold for him. At the Equinox Hephaestus gave him the bow and arrow as well as the lyre.
--Or as Lugh, yet to be named another story entirely maybe for another day.
Earth: Belatine. The first of May, May Eve. The earth mother is now grown into the aspect of a young womyn, on her way to fullness of summer. Here the goddess is met by the green god, like Herne and the consummate the on the land with seed to assure a good crop. In Wiccan and Higher Magick circles that I have been a part of, the lord and lady were pairs/couples so that this act would be not only a ceremony but a joining of real flesh. The lady is attended by other womyn and girls, massaged in oils, and adorned with spring flowers, like the bulb plants, iris, crocus… The green god is in seclusion in a wooded area meditating and getting his energies ready, too; like the lady to scry any asked questions before retiring to the bower with his mate. (Cakes at this time are in shapes of phallus and vaginas thus the crème filled eclairs and Danishes, the triangle shaped red jellyrolls of today.)
Sun: the Summer Solstice. This is longest day of the year. We worship the sun god, Apollo, Lugh… Celebration-- of outward joy in the fullness of life. The discovery, the lady is with child, giving birth to the dark god. The earth is in blossom, plants are making ready to harvest… The richness of our worldly blessings, also in reverence of the power of the sun to bring forth light to enhance the earth and warm the soil causing plants to grow or the awesome power of the sun to scorch the land. Wear a sun block on this holy day.
Earth: Teltaine, Lughsad, Lughnasa, Lunsasa, Lammas, Mebon; and Hyacinthia--for the Spartans (who gathered pre-autumn crops like young barley and wheat. Made breads in shapes of animals made by boys and in shapes of vegetables by girls and one in the image of Hyacinth to be given to the god, Apollo for his consumption of his lost love). The Celts and the Brits create effigies of John Barley corn. A poppet to put on your altar to empower each time you do magick. Dolls are made from green leaves or from dried ones that have been soaked. There’s a contest and the best one is saved for the Autumn Equinox. There’s a bale fire utilizing all the leaves, stocks, stems and wood for this early harvest season. There should be a host of games for children as this is a holy day for youth and promise. At this time the ancient Greeks started the Olympics. Folk eat such foods as new potatoes and other roots, squash and new corn, along with meat and some early fresh fruit like green berries made into small pocket pies and leafy veggies like greens and lettuces.
Sun: The Autumn Equinox. In celebration of the second harvest this year bounty of grains again barley and corn, oats and wheat. We have another bale fire and burn John Barleycorn as previously mentioned. In this summer there was growth like bubbling juices within us. Now we prepare for this to occur most fruitfully. (With pies and cakes and marinated meats, fish and poultry using the herbs at hand. This important to have the earth, sea, and sky represented at this fest as well as a bounty of fresh veggies and fruit.) Only when we surrender to our inner nature like the flora and fauna have for the fed, shall we begin to hear the still voice within. We must set our outer affairs in order now to be ready when it calls. Thus the burning of the Wicker Man, as if to burn away all that ties us to earth in preparation of the hard time of the dark of the year.
Earth: Samhain. (saw–awn) The Celtic New Year, October the 31st/November 1st All Saint’s Day or the Celtic day of the dead thus Hallowe’en. It was a time of danger and great spiritual vulnerability. One would not eat from the fields after Samhain as the food would be given to the dead and to the pookas about. All food and fodder and fluke had been stored away for winter by this day. And there were fairs for live stock, artisans and foodstuffs. Rents and debts were paid and servant and workman received their annual wages. Each household had a festive supper and young people took part in marriage and divinatory games. Others would put on disguises to collect tribute from other villages and played some tricks on neighbors who weren’t generous when they came to call. Thus trick or treat! But most of all it was a holy day, supernatural manifestations. There were games like bobbing for apples in tubs of water representing rebirth of the souls from the cauldron of regeneration (another Brigit holy day as well).
Sun: Winter Solstice or Yule, the shortest day of the year. Celebration now for the increasing sunlight. In the dark the old god is slain and a candle is lit as a baby boy or tot is presented as the sun god newly born, Apollo, Lugh… Things like evergreen, holy are abundant and used to keep the green in the house. The joys of rebirth as well as all the solar and worldly blessings also revere of the power 0f the suns returning from absence of light once again are the focus of this holy day. Presents are naturally gives in celebration of the birth of the sun god.
Revision completed on July 24, 2007
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Saturday, December 9, 2006
you'll be in my dreams tonight, mon coeur!
i do think that i m falling for a certain guy...
if you read this, you know who you are,
so please respond to me in email!
if you read this, you know who you are,
so please respond to me in email!
spring dream besides the river
a cherry blossom floats gently down
on the gossamer breath of spring
resting on a clear cold mountain brook
like a newly freed butterfly
my heart is the cherry blossom
floating on the clear coolness of our love
a cherry blossom floating gently down...
chinese music night
18th September, 1991
columboa, missouri
on the gossamer breath of spring
resting on a clear cold mountain brook
like a newly freed butterfly
my heart is the cherry blossom
floating on the clear coolness of our love
a cherry blossom floating gently down...
chinese music night
18th September, 1991
columboa, missouri
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www.daddyhunt.com
www.manhunt.net
www.silverdaddies.com
voulez vous a chouche avec moi?
i wish you were here to sit on my face...yea, my favorite breakfast food.
i could stick my tongue up your virgin tight ass.
yea, you could grind it into my lips and nose.
then i could slide my cock up that ass wet from my tonguing...
slowly to savor each little millimeter...
until you are on the base of my throbbing dick...
with you balls touching mine.
then i could work in and out...
then when your nuts are tight against your body
to where they all but disappear..
i would fill you with a big load of my cum.
then pull out and drain your shooting cock
of each droplet of milky goodness.
then eat my cum out of you dripping ass
and enjoying the furry allure of your manliness.
licking each speck of whiteness.
then slide my cock back in enjoying the stark differences
in our colouring and hair distribution.
kissing you to share you distinct flavours with you.
and lie inside you until we drift off to sleep, mon coeur.
11/15/2006
8:26 p m
i could stick my tongue up your virgin tight ass.
yea, you could grind it into my lips and nose.
then i could slide my cock up that ass wet from my tonguing...
slowly to savor each little millimeter...
until you are on the base of my throbbing dick...
with you balls touching mine.
then i could work in and out...
then when your nuts are tight against your body
to where they all but disappear..
i would fill you with a big load of my cum.
then pull out and drain your shooting cock
of each droplet of milky goodness.
then eat my cum out of you dripping ass
and enjoying the furry allure of your manliness.
licking each speck of whiteness.
then slide my cock back in enjoying the stark differences
in our colouring and hair distribution.
kissing you to share you distinct flavours with you.
and lie inside you until we drift off to sleep, mon coeur.
11/15/2006
8:26 p m
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child."What are you doing?" I asked without fear,"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..To the window that danced with a warm fire's lightThen he sighed and he said "Its really all right,I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,That separates you from the darkest of times.No one had to ask or beg or implore me,I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',And now it is my turn and so, here I am.I've not seen my own son in more than a while,But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,The red, white, and blue... an American flag.I can live through the cold and the being alone,Away from my family, my house and my home.I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.I can carry the weight of killing another,Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..Who stand at the front against any and all,To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.""But isn't there something I can do, at the least,"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?It seems all too little for all that you've done,For being away from your wife and your son."Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,To stand your own watch, no matter how long.For when we come home, either standing or dead,To know you remember we fought and we bled.Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves forus.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN30th Naval Construction RegimentOIC, Logistics Cell OneAl Taqqadum, Iraq
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child."What are you doing?" I asked without fear,"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..To the window that danced with a warm fire's lightThen he sighed and he said "Its really all right,I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,That separates you from the darkest of times.No one had to ask or beg or implore me,I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',And now it is my turn and so, here I am.I've not seen my own son in more than a while,But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,The red, white, and blue... an American flag.I can live through the cold and the being alone,Away from my family, my house and my home.I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.I can carry the weight of killing another,Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..Who stand at the front against any and all,To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.""But isn't there something I can do, at the least,"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?It seems all too little for all that you've done,For being away from your wife and your son."Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,To stand your own watch, no matter how long.For when we come home, either standing or dead,To know you remember we fought and we bled.Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves forus.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN30th Naval Construction RegimentOIC, Logistics Cell OneAl Taqqadum, Iraq
Friday, December 8, 2006
i've been to sherwood forest...
little john,
thanks for playing robinhood...
do hope that the sherif of knottingham doesn't
put an end to the story...
do hope you have a pleasant journey...
do you know where you watch is?
thanks for playing robinhood...
do hope that the sherif of knottingham doesn't
put an end to the story...
do hope you have a pleasant journey...
do you know where you watch is?
Thursday, December 7, 2006
as heard on television
"if you aren't having sex with your partner you are just room mates."
"ass is the new cleavage but please don't stow your money there..."
"ass is the new cleavage but please don't stow your money there..."
hey fun fuck, boy toy:
some time early am i awoke after having a real vivid, sexy dream about you... i was so excited that i fantasized tying you like a cross, with a length of rope at wrist and ankles. i left plenty of bare flesh at the ass, chest and belly. i spanked your butt read, then iced it well. finger fucked you until you were stone hard then turned you over and toyed with your tits and cock. smacked your chest and abs (as we had discussed the nigth before) until they were red. placed strings of clothes oins around the base of ur cock, a labyrinth of them around your tits and on your tummy, as well. turned you over and cropped your sweet ass cheeks. when there were plenty fo red srtipes on them i finger fucked until you were hard again... turned you over again toyed with the pins and used the crop on your tits, chest and belly until they were equally as scarlet. then gingerly tapped your cock and balls w/my crop, now precum was weeping out ur piss slit. i, did some thing that i usually find aversive...( i make it a practice not to promise oral sex with a guy because of an adolescent experience but i do promiae you this... i will not deny you any request if ever we bed. not because of love, though i do genuinely care about you but rathermore ou tof respect and total desire to be with and please you) that was i sucked on ur cock w/o any hesitation... when ur nuts had all but hidden away & ur scrotum had became taunt.... i pulled off & slid my dick up ur velvet butt hole & gucked u feriously... i shot w/great joy... plopped out & sucked on u until u came in my mouth...
11/08/2006 7:49:13 pm
and your reply was---
WOW what a great email. I almost got off reading it. I will be out of town for about a week. I hope u r well and I'll catch up with you when I return, sir.
Robert
11/08/2006 7:49:13 pm
and your reply was---
WOW what a great email. I almost got off reading it. I will be out of town for about a week. I hope u r well and I'll catch up with you when I return, sir.
Robert
today a guy yell at me "fag, you should burn in hell".
i was reminded of the button i have about it being your god, your rules & you burn in hell. then i thought for about the last 15 years my life before moving to my new location had been hell...
then later on the walk up the hill going home. there was a break in the cloudiness, the sun beamed down so stopped & wrote on this snowy afternoon:
a friend, uniquely tim, always says, "i was a man trapped in a woman's body". i guess that's the way all us guys start out...
my life, probably not too unlike yours...
has been a series of tests by ordeal...
one momentous climb after another---
i then hid away n a closet by covering myself in strange clothes and bejeweled...
(never hiding my sexuality but flaunting it as if to keep others at a distance.)
but my time there was limited by supplies and boredom.
to teat away the encasing...
imploding there in the sunlight and cool fresh air...
i took off my coat & wraps and stretched out...
and like a phoenix again i arise---
12/07/2006
i was reminded of the button i have about it being your god, your rules & you burn in hell. then i thought for about the last 15 years my life before moving to my new location had been hell...
then later on the walk up the hill going home. there was a break in the cloudiness, the sun beamed down so stopped & wrote on this snowy afternoon:
a friend, uniquely tim, always says, "i was a man trapped in a woman's body". i guess that's the way all us guys start out...
my life, probably not too unlike yours...
has been a series of tests by ordeal...
one momentous climb after another---
i then hid away n a closet by covering myself in strange clothes and bejeweled...
(never hiding my sexuality but flaunting it as if to keep others at a distance.)
but my time there was limited by supplies and boredom.
to teat away the encasing...
imploding there in the sunlight and cool fresh air...
i took off my coat & wraps and stretched out...
and like a phoenix again i arise---
12/07/2006
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
for my furry otter intended...
i want us to be like a "straight couple" from a romantic movie plot...
and save ourselves for our honey moon night...
i want to wait until our wedding night to consummate our love and pledges...
i want discovery, romance and sweet surrender...
i also want take you to a hotel suite then open the door and carry you to bed...
undress you... feed you champagne and berries...
then slowly and deliberately woo you....
kissing you...
undressing you...
tasting your body for the first time....
suckling your tits...
licking your wooly abs...
tonguing your hairy belly button...
kissing your cock and suckling on your balls...
even take it full length in my mouth and throat....
delighting in all your furry flavor...
then
eating your hirsute ass dripping wet, until u beg me to enter your love hole...
then just slide in with only my spit as lube...
slowly penetrate you..
and when completely in...
stop...
wait...
delighting in this life altering moment...
with your legs resting on my shoulders...
i thrust in and out of you...
playing with one tit and stroking your throbbing manhood...
i jack you off until you cry out my name as you totally surrender up to your love...
then wait until i loose all form and shape...
time itself causes the stos and we are transported...
to where only gods have been...
then kiss you until we can no longer breath...
we reach rapture...
wrapped in the white light of after glow...
i just sleep curled with the man i chose
and want to spend the rest of my life...
a short recovery nap...
then try to do everything you ask to please you.
if u have second thoughts please speak now...
for i'm loosing my heart to you...
i want us to be like a "straight couple" from a romantic movie plot...
and save ourselves for our honey moon night...
i want to wait until our wedding night to consummate our love and pledges...
i want discovery, romance and sweet surrender...
i also want take you to a hotel suite then open the door and carry you to bed...
undress you... feed you champagne and berries...
then slowly and deliberately woo you....
kissing you...
undressing you...
tasting your body for the first time....
suckling your tits...
licking your wooly abs...
tonguing your hairy belly button...
kissing your cock and suckling on your balls...
even take it full length in my mouth and throat....
delighting in all your furry flavor...
then
eating your hirsute ass dripping wet, until u beg me to enter your love hole...
then just slide in with only my spit as lube...
slowly penetrate you..
and when completely in...
stop...
wait...
delighting in this life altering moment...
with your legs resting on my shoulders...
i thrust in and out of you...
playing with one tit and stroking your throbbing manhood...
i jack you off until you cry out my name as you totally surrender up to your love...
then wait until i loose all form and shape...
time itself causes the stos and we are transported...
to where only gods have been...
then kiss you until we can no longer breath...
we reach rapture...
wrapped in the white light of after glow...
i just sleep curled with the man i chose
and want to spend the rest of my life...
a short recovery nap...
then try to do everything you ask to please you.
if u have second thoughts please speak now...
for i'm loosing my heart to you...
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
thoughts for today
watch what you say about yourself...
you are saying it to yourself...
and just creating your own TRUTH.
REAL ALCHEMY is about...
changing the lead in our lives to the divine gold of our gods...
polarize joy:
be AWAKE and in tune with your senses...
touch, smell, taste, hear & see reality vibrate the devine.
i said, "why me?"
and Sekmet said, "why not you."
watch what you say about yourself...
you are saying it to yourself...
and just creating your own TRUTH.
REAL ALCHEMY is about...
changing the lead in our lives to the divine gold of our gods...
polarize joy:
be AWAKE and in tune with your senses...
touch, smell, taste, hear & see reality vibrate the devine.
i said, "why me?"
and Sekmet said, "why not you."
my dieties...
it came to me in that exact moment...
like lightening flashing it came.
They said "We love you."
Their unconditional love
The Twins love me, Artemis and Apollo...
His sun was over cast in the by the fog...
looking like her moon that morning.
united in time the tow sphere hung in the heavens
round and full in the misty sky
i know They love me...
i had been chosen, months ago...
i had offered willow and laurel...
frankincense and myrrh...
devouring everything i could about Them...
then today, in a moment of time...
no reason or rhyme..
as below so above, as above so below...
i felt complete in that radiant truth
that They loved me,
cameron ulisix booth===
3/07/2006
it came to me in that exact moment...
like lightening flashing it came.
They said "We love you."
Their unconditional love
The Twins love me, Artemis and Apollo...
His sun was over cast in the by the fog...
looking like her moon that morning.
united in time the tow sphere hung in the heavens
round and full in the misty sky
i know They love me...
i had been chosen, months ago...
i had offered willow and laurel...
frankincense and myrrh...
devouring everything i could about Them...
then today, in a moment of time...
no reason or rhyme..
as below so above, as above so below...
i felt complete in that radiant truth
that They loved me,
cameron ulisix booth===
3/07/2006
in praise of Emilo...
my angel/demon child
from peru's jungle far below the canopy...
reaching the mountainous peeks with ruins of past civilizations.
they write me in soft whispered dreams...
if it weren't their voice falling upon my ears...
i wouldn't know but it's TRUE!
we breath in each other's breath...
it is the life which is set upon us by the fates
i eat the angel's ass...
i suck the demon's cock...
i impel the angel
i m impelled by the demon
who's prehensile tail reaches around my waist
and firmly my gonads then squeezes at the final release.
i think i just might fall in love...so choose to stay or flee...
either will be in naught
ofr i like icuras will take wing...
and m now flying into their sweet embrace.
12/2006
my angel/demon child
from peru's jungle far below the canopy...
reaching the mountainous peeks with ruins of past civilizations.
they write me in soft whispered dreams...
if it weren't their voice falling upon my ears...
i wouldn't know but it's TRUE!
we breath in each other's breath...
it is the life which is set upon us by the fates
i eat the angel's ass...
i suck the demon's cock...
i impel the angel
i m impelled by the demon
who's prehensile tail reaches around my waist
and firmly my gonads then squeezes at the final release.
i think i just might fall in love...so choose to stay or flee...
either will be in naught
ofr i like icuras will take wing...
and m now flying into their sweet embrace.
12/2006
to my teacher and mentor:
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
it was you that i once loved
you alone, it was you.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
sister, teacher,
friend so true
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
sister in this---
life so new.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
from your breast like Ishtar---
knowledge grew.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
it it you that i love,
your children and husband, too.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
11/03/2005
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
it was you that i once loved
you alone, it was you.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
sister, teacher,
friend so true
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
sister in this---
life so new.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
from your breast like Ishtar---
knowledge grew.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
Althea, Innana, Sekmet, Hera...
it it you that i love,
your children and husband, too.
walking brothers, trees
in mist of green, grey & blue
ginger hair and visage bright
my goddess lady of violet moon's light.
11/03/2005
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