Altruism: by definition means.

I'm just wanting to say to you that her tee -rose looking ass hole is so very beautiful. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity; I mean this privilege of viewing her picture: Now! I know that you did not post on C/L for a "magician."  Please consider this as an opportunity: If in the future, you would like to see a master work her body for you? Only! So that, you could bring on the action. I'm just getting her body ready to play for you: I was introduced to a primitive form of massage when I was serving with the military in Peshawar, West Pakistan, 1964/65. Those were the days when I was serious about looking for the truth. While there, they taught me that it is all in the body, bring the mind back into the body because 4/5 of your possibilities are housed there; It was all in the body; 4 of your 5 senses are of the body. Your body is tactile in nature; its largest organ is its skin; touching controls sexuality. You come anew in its taste; the pleasure of its scent punctuates your smelling. The rapture of its sounds in listening, hearing, feeling. Now let me show you how to play with these 4 pieces, freeing her to be part of its pleasure. And of cause that is your theater to control. So, here is the question I'm postulating to you the reader of this sally. Imagine that, you posted these pictures yourself on C/L. As someone looking for a young player to join him and his wife in sexual pleasure. Only! I pop up and suggest that you bring me along so that I can tend to your wife's body while she waits on you to bring home the beacon, that young juicy piece for lusting over, even trickling, twirling, swirling over. I'm all about preregistration: setting the stage for its performance, your wife's body needs to be relaxed for this performance. So that she can bring about its fruition upon this sexual stage of yours. Her body needs to be limber; there are so many twists and turns needed to attain those pleasures. She want to be ready for you, Daddy, when you bring home the beacon, that juicy piece of youth. Now! Would you just maybe e-me for cause? Because, what do you have to lose? "Nothing, for sure" is what I always respond with for the fantasy of Craig's list is that you can be anyone that you wish to be. It's one of life's cesspools -a quagmire where you go undetected. You project your desire out into the unknown; you never know how it will relate to your projections, hopes for sexual desire. Fuck! You can even buy a refrigerator on C/L 
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Posturing:

I had to get to the front gate this morning because the guy from Terminix was coming to check on the house: I had to make sure that the gate was open by 10 o'clock. Now, it is about 1/4 of a mile to the gate & another 3/4 of a mile to the bridge. It was here at the bridge that I notice how the sunflower settled into its own niche right along side of the mailboxes.At this point, I had the sense that this is a physical world; there fore, it is all about occupying space. The manner in which you personally displace space. Just like the sunflower. Now I will admit that it is a very pleasant walk to the mailboxes: walking down my drive to the road I pass the Mountain Laurel backed up by the Pine & Oak trees. this journey through the trees is very mellow; yet, so robust, filled with fresh oxygen through photosynthesis. I just love being around these many trees; because of them, it's just a gradual downward sally to the gate. Now from the gate to the bridge: it's half hard pack road & half black top road which is maintained by the town; I just follow the hard pack portion of the road. It is called North Fork Lane. The hill side is filled with trees that are large, small and many between. If you open up your mind's imagination, you could see the hill side cleared and a vineyard flourishing there in its place. The land's gently rolling slope is ideal for growing grapes; but instead, it's the water flowing under the surface of the land that is being capitalized upon. So, turning with the road, you come to the water's tap; this is where the bright, shiny steel truck hocks up to the hillside's water tap: fresh water to be bottled & sold, free market capitalism. Walking past the water's tap, the road opens up along the side of Christian Creek whose water flows under the bridge. Plus, this is where my neighbor has set up a place for his family to relax and enjoy one another's company. The rocks were moved out of the way so that there would be a wading pool of water several feet deep, continuously being turned over by the brook's descending flow, allowing the family to bath in the shade of the old tree's limbs. From this point,  you can see the mailboxes by the bridge; but yet, not the sunflower nestled within the mailboxes. Oh! yes, the creek is singing out; it's the sound of music. It's in this intersection of time & space that the sunflower & I found each other.             

Change:...!

Change! Yes, it is my hair again : I  have to do something, expressing myself so that others can identify me, style. You see, my hair is bitchy; it is getting in my way. OK! I'm open to a new look; but I'm not sure about how much of my hair I'm going to cut off. I'm thinking somewhere around my neck & shoulder line, the base of my neck, maybe. This is all I know so far because it seems to me that I'm looking at hair styles preferred by women, but my hair is too thin to pull that off. So! This is my situation: change. Maybe half way down my neck or half way up my neck, there about. Split down the middle too, I will run the path of my hair. I definitely do not want to emulate The Donald. No! Mr Trump has his very own & quite unique style which he owns out right. No! I would never want to embarrass him through imitation. Now, when I say that I need a new look, I say it because I scare myself when I look into the mirror at bed time; I'm doing my teeth right in front of the f***ing mirror. Plus, my wife makes me put my hair up in a tail; because otherwise, she is embarrassed over it -I want the freedom to discern previously unseen patterns in my life. What will happen to my memories when I cut my hair? When I look into the mirror who will I see looking back at me? Will I be me or will I be a budding rock-star?  Yes, it's me - I recognize those hazel eyes,; my Irish eyes are smiling back at me, you know. But, will you be the same to the new me? Change is a scary thing some times; what do you think?

Cafe dream...

" I have a dream." If someone wanted to sponsor me, for what ever reason, it could be as simple as wanting to give back to your community for the shake of fostering a more familial concept.  I would consent because it would be spreading me out & about; where, I could gather freely from a more inclusive environment. It is also true that I would be open about mentoring because the relationship is more tactile do to their interaction; mentoring is a more hands-on approach; its advice is -we over I- in nature to nurture & foster trust as their stage of ideas unfurls in the mind's of the intended. I once had a relationship like that. I was living in Boston, Mass back in the 70's. Bernie open it up for me - served it to me as if he were serving up a tray of sweet oysters on the half-shell. He knew everyone that you needed to know; Bernie the door opener knew it all. He shared his 'access' with me; he let me in so that I could learn how to get the most out of the derivative: Ideas are all about their future validity, cash flow. Yes! The mentor is all about helping you to fail so that you can learn its lesson; failure can be the beginning step to tomorrow's success; you can learn from the experience if you open up yourself to new opportunities; that way you can reconstruct your options to better serve your needs. You Know! Mentoring: It's a relationship about reciprocity; anyway, you can look at me as if I were "eye candy" or "soul food" it's your choice -Bon apetite!          

Mack the "shiv"

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Sex is a good way to get someone's attention! That said, let's play with our imagination and go back in time to the 16th century. Imagine how they might have looked at each other.  Machiavelli the adviser offering Lorenzo De Medici, the Prince, some free advise. "It seems to me more appropriate to pursue the effectual truth of the matter rather than its imagined one;" because, when questioned upon fear or love, he said, "It is best to be both loved and feared." It's situational, you know; but fear bumps love for safety's sake because "it is better to be feared than loved" when imposing your self upon others; as you might surmise in the criminal justice system; prison uses any means necessary, how ever unprincipled, to win control over the sexual tension floating like a spider's web connecting its inhabitants. Imagine living on the spider's web as it spins out of control by the very effects influencing it because sex has to do with the meaning of "is" according to President Clinton who holds the same stage as Lorenzo De Medici! For example, as a tutor, I was sitting in the library(as it was one of my duties in prison), when this guy sat down. Through conversation it came out that his belief about the boys that he protected had their own rhythm because he knew that each day one of those boy's will have a very big "shit" leaving his hole ready and tacitly willing for him to fill it up; he swears by it because these boys do indeed offer up their shit, sequentially, moving across the spider's web. So, sex is all about control over the "quid pro quo," where it is the gate keeper who controls access to needs, addictions. Please! how do you give into addiction so that you can gain a niche. How do you get away from yourself when you lack the skills to traverse the oncoming traffic. Life is moving in on you like running the mogul fields as you come down the mountain's side of descent. So! It's how you handle yourself in the prevailing situations, approaching pathways of fear, joy, disgust, or sadness as you shift from one mode to another like the skier approaching moguls to ride in and out of going down the mountain's slope. So, according to Machiavelli it is about how you handle yourself around the mogul; it is the difference between a fair or great run down the mountain's slopes. And, by the way, Machiavelli's understanding of the effect-jive about truth- has held the test of time, political wasteland.
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Unfurling sorrow -finding anger & hate via ISIS.

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ISIS is a "flag" unfurling in the minds of those who have been inculcated with a dysfunctional operating system. Because if the Middle East was a bottom -up operation, politics would be local; there would be 'jobs.' There would be hope for a future filled with promise. But no, there are no 'jobs.' What they have are 'positions' because the Middle East is a top-down system for distributing resources. The future belongs to the ruling elites; all others will be served in their afterlife. The whole of the old Ottoman's empire is a dysfunctional prison managed by misinterpretations from its basic hermeneutics - meaning the study of the interpretations of the text -the Koran. So each prison has its own operating system which is unique to its facility. Power is distributed throughout the facility between the guards and the inmates as well as between the guard and his or her self best interest so as to advance up the "food chain." If you want to understand prison, all you have to do is look to the Middle East; its battle over good and evil; its battle between Church & State.  Observe how its power assesses its allegiances to its various interests. The Middle East is as convoluted as any prison where the resources are so unevenly distributed. The people of the Middle East have been ruled by the Western Powers ever since the end of  the Ottoman Empire; they have been betrayed by those with political power ruling as puppet regimes doing the bidding for the Western interests. The Middle East as a facility serves its members as a prison serves its inmates, with obfuscation of messages. The power elites live in their own mind's eye of what nobody can truly discern; so their beliefs are as frigid as a marriage without love, unless their marriage is of convenience, such as not being able to recant your belief because it is punishable by death. This is a future's derivative promising eternal light, walking without steps because the light is flying through your veins as your mind unfurls answers for questions not asked because the answers are not always in the #number two pencil. Yes! The Middle East is living and operating in the world of the #2pencil. These inmates are locked up in a time warp predicated upon 11th century parables. This is their "red -line;" there are exceptions: different Califs had their own followers such as the 7ers or maybe 9ers who followed the interpretations stemming from the Caliphate. Yes! By their construct of the 1100's - This is when the Shir locked up their future use of parables, no new parables will be added to the mix. Now in the Middle East, the Sunni tribe always held the governing side of the equation; Shia ruled the Koran, their holy bible. For example,  the Sunni ruled the body in this life. The life of today; the Shia ruled in the hereafter. Yes! They too have a strange urban legend where if you die in an act of sacrificing for the light on the other side, you will be given four wives to help keep you in the light. Me-too! I had a dysfunctional operating system; I ended up in prison; prison is where the inmate is radicalized. Believe me, you can trust me on this one thing -when there is no hope of redemption other than that of spewing out the beliefs of those who only 'mouth' the words while dancing with temptation reserved for their eyes only, -there will be a revolution of the masses because there is no environment of tranquility to be found within the confines of these walls which stifle one's aspirations. That is unless you are a natural born 'cock' sucker.  Life is all about working out your talents while working with others, going beyond family of origin. Yes! Life is supposed to be all about participating with the herd, not cut out and branded with a number designating life's shit is coming your way. ISIS is farming the crop of young people who are coming over to them in waves because they are escaping the prison waiting for them. Those of the Middle East are sick of being the recipient of a frontal lobotomy.  www.theblackmarket.me   

FLAG flying for prison reform.

Let us play loosely with the metaphors: Money, Flag, Power, Church & State Actors. For example, you reach into your pocket; pull out a $20 dollar bill. Now what does it represent? It has a # (number) on it; but do you own that #number? You occupy its worth with its grantor, the Government. Postulate! This is the point! You can deposit this $20 dollar bill into the bank; they will offer you choices, like twenty one dollar numbers, two ten dollar numbers, four five dollar numbers, or sometime in the future a new number for the whole value of the $20 dollar bill deposited. OK! This is a fair example of your Government, maybe. But! What about the value of the individual when it is deposited into the criminal justice system like the state of South Carolina, ETC. Now! Upon trying to get your self worth back, made whole again -it's impossible to do because you are faced with many unforeseen expenses which devalues your citizenship; therefor your 13th & 14th rights to the Constitution of the United States of America - leaving you less than able to pursue the fruits of happiness passed on to you through citizenship, its worth. Also! There is only one number; it's stenciled upon your value as the number stenciled upon the Jews in Hitler's prison system; You are F***ing dead meat.  This is an example of how Power, Church & State -rouge prosecutor. These have come into confluence to advance their share of humanity -the individual's rights under the Constitution, under one Flag -the stars and stripes.
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