A STATE OF DISHARMONY
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Posted:Aug 19, 2016 4:00 am
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With the election coming on us like a drunk driver being chased by ten cop cars with sirens blaring and red lights flashing, the Right and the Left, are going at each other with every lie, propaganda tool, and far-out mushy reasoning we humans can come up with.
No matter who wins this coming election, the world will still be in a state of disharmony-- will continue to spin on its axis-- and will be on the verge of extinguishing life on the Earth's surface by some stupid blunder by we humans-- or by a smashing rock the size of Dallas, hitting the APPLE.
No matter how much I bend my brain around the thought of whether this world is a better place to be in in 2016, then it was in say 1945, all I can come up with is that it's different. It seems we humans have been on the verge of extinction since we were chased into the rock fortresses of our caves by the Saber tooth tiger, or by competing tribes after our women and .
The world keeps changing. Not so much for better or for worse, just changing. I'm not too sure the people controlling our government and other governments are the ones steering the change, or if the CHANGES steer the world governments.
During my lifetime we've fought continuous wars. During the 2nd W. War more than 100 million people died because of the war. It took five or six years to accomplish that task in those distant days.
The world now has changed in the ability of humans to kill more people with less effort. It's likely with some silly blunder, the war machine could wipe out all life as we know it in 24 or 36 hours.
Amidst all this change, MY life has been interesting and enjoyable, and with references to the Olympics, I feel I've at least won an honorary bronze medal for surviving in still good shape to 79. I hope those of you reading this are also in good health. Like I've written many times in these little rants of mine, the only thing we really own in this life is our bodies. I suppose it's up to the people who control this world, or at least think they control this world, to make a place for our and their to live for at least as long as I have.
I've never been able to grasp why anyone would want to become an elected official of any position, let alone the President of this country.... Oh, I know plenty of you readers can state a hundred benefits these people receive while in office.
For little people like me though, who've just wanted to live in a state of harmony, and peace and quiet, without getting kicked around too much by controlling officials, being someone of high profile who loves to be able to shape the destinies of other people, would be something I'd say loudly, "No thanks!" to.
Whomever wins this coming election, will have his or her hands full in trying to keep us all from leaving this planet in a burst of flame, or bleeding out from our ears, eyes, and mouth from an engineered virus released by some rogue group of maniacs.
It's important to remember during all the phases and dangers in each of our lives, to keep a proper perspective on our time here. Random acts of kindness to others makes us human.
The flowers in the window box outside our window that we love to see each morning, will wither and die at the first touch of frost. Next Spring we'll have the joy of planting fresh flowers and watching them grow, and again sadly see them wither and die. If--when--we're erased from this planet, a new species will eventually evolve, perhaps without the flaw of violence and destruction we humans seem to have, but even if THEY are able to achieve harmony, eventually they too will end, and something new will again evolve. Perhaps this force of continuity is what some believers term, GOD.
by david stardust August 19, 2016--Friday morning
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ARE GOVERNMENTS INHERENTLY EVIL?
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Posted:Aug 18, 2016 4:13 am
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Probably most people would agree that Nazi Germany's government under Hitler was pretty evil.
That particular government sent many millions of Jews, Catholic Priests and Nuns, homosexuals, people with mental illnesses, and a wide assortment of other people it termed enemies of the state, off to concentration camps after confiscating everything the person owned.
When the people who were sent to the concentration camps weren't able to work at some task in the camp, or when they became too ill or too weak to work anymore, they were slaughtered, and their bodies were dumped into mass graves--huge deep trenches dug out by bulldozers, sprinkled with lime, and covered back with dirt. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The government of the Soviet Union was another government that most people would consider to have been evil. Joseph Stalin ordered the mass starvation of millions of the people under his jurisdiction when regions of his huge, patched-together country showed signs of rebelling.
All through the history of mankind, there are horrible examples of evil governments. North Korea is today's example.
A government itself is only a compilation of laws and regulations put together mostly, today, by lawyers to essentially make a country function as a cohesive unit.
I suppose governments as they stand, in the form of a patchwork of laws and operational procedures, are neither good or evil. They're just THINGS put together by men and women.
The men and women who make up the internal workings of a government CAN be very evil.
I don't have the mental capacity to understand how this comes about in countries. I don't know what makes a country start absorbing men and women into its internal government's structure who have no moral limits. Who can openly make laws to have people arrested, usually in the middle of the night, and dragged off to prison or a camp, where they're never heard from by anyone again.
I don't know how a group of overweight cops can beat some scrawny 140 pound mental patient to death openly in this country, and be video-taped doing it, and not be charged with murder, and at least be made to stand trial.
I don't understand how a country who's only claim to world leadership is in it's hired mercenary military, and the development of weapons to make killing more efficient, can consider itself a highly moral and religious country.
Duh!... There's a hell of a lot of things I don't understand.
I do know that even an evil government is better than no government at all.
I remember reading a book many years ago about a group of British schoolboys ranging in age from the very young to around 14, who were stranded on a small island in the South Pacific without any adults when a plane carrying them crashed.
In a period of months the boys degenerated into tribes. Some of the tribes consisted of boys that were essentially evil, and these gangs of evil terrorized all the rest of the boys. The book was titled, LORD OF THE FLIES, by William Golding, published in 1954. The book was later made into a movie.
The thing happening in that work of fiction, on a larger playing field, would happen in real life if this world was hit with a major catastrophe that wiped out communications, and government control.
The comic book smash hit, flat screen series: THE WALKING DEAD, even though it's concept of people dying and then coming back to life as zombies, is pretty impossible, the portrayal of anarchy is right on the mark.
Anarchy is never a good replacement for even a rag-tag police force or military.
I think essentially, a government comes down to the type of culture and people it governs. When a culture loses all its moral fiber--and you all know me, I'm not speaking here of sexual things (although some sexual laws also have to be established) --the country collapses into murder, robbery, and mayhem, and eventually civil war.
We humans are a flawed species. We're capable of the most supreme sacrifices for a cause we believe in, and the most terrible atrocities our imaginations can create.
by david stardust... Friday morning, August 18, 2016....
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MONEY! (and what we'll do to get it!).
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Posted:Aug 17, 2016 1:33 am
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I'm at a period in my life where I don't believe much of anything I read; practically nothing I hear on the radio, and hardly anything I see and hear on the flat screen. The Internet is probably the most treacherous source of factoids of all.
During my lifetime the need for all of us to MAKE MONEY in order to survive has increased exponentially and has corrupted most of the information we absorb to guide our lives in positive ways.
THIS little post isn't going to give answers on how to change THIS DILEMMA... the way MONEY corrupts everything is complicated!
MONEY is the root of all evil! MONEY can also SOLVE most problems...If all human beings were as pure as virgin snow, throwing MONEY at problems would be the solution to most things on this little blue planet.
But none of us are as pure as driven snowflakes. We're all flawed in many ways. We're in many ways as greedy as pigs rooting in the mud. Every single one of us.
We gotta' have it! We gotta' make it, or steal it, in order to survive. If we have a family we'll do anything to make sure our family prospers. Human nature and our survival instincts can make us do horrible things.
The larger our families--the more people who depend on us--the more desperate our STALKING the mighty dollar becomes. Screw those innocents who get in our way!
"Blood is thicker than water."
Many cultures on this small planet, could care less about loyalty to their governments. It's ALL about stealing, bribing, or in other ways making a nest egg for their family and relatives.
I think that with THIS knowledge about our human condition, by realizing that HYPOCRISY is a factor in everything around us, by grasping the fact that the ONE PERCENT control most everything we see and don't see, we're all able to live our little lives as close to happiness as possible.
This seems like a huge paradox to most of you, I'm pretty sure about THAT.
It seems that I'm filled with pessimism about our human condition, but it's not pessimism it's more like just being realistic about how I've come to see the way the world we all live in at this timeline works.
Actually I'm a happy, optimistic old fart. I believe at looking at things squarely in the eye and manipulating the puzzle pieces as much as possible. Life to me is a Chess game, that's what makes it--life--so interesting, and makes me want to stick around to see What the heck Happens for as long as possible!
To see who wins the election that takes place on November 8th this year, is the BIG chess game for now.
by david stardust.... Wednesday morning, August 17, 2016...
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WATER
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 5:06 am
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A lot of things we take for granted are astoundingly complex when they're studied in a thorough scientific way.
Water is one of those things.
You're probably aware that Ultra Pure water won't support life. Such ultra pure water will dissolve the bones of living creatures if they drink it as their only source of water. Ultra pure water will dissolve oil. There are companies who use ultra pure water as solvents for cleaning surfaces.
Water subjected to strong magnetic current will reduce it's surface tension by breaking down large clumps of tightly bound hydrogen atoms, freeing any minerals and impurities back into the solution, and gathering molecules into small clumps, and single molecules allowing the water to more easily hydrate a garden plot and increase the productivity of the plants.
Attachments that magnetizes water as it sprays out of a hose for use in garden plots are in development as I write this.
Small magnetized mats for home use are also available.. The object of these is to set a glass of water on the mat for a time before drinking the water. The magnetized water is beneficial to a person's (or animal's) digestive system.. M. and I have used a couple of these mats for years.
Most of us have heard of the bad result caused by sending pressurized water mixed with chemicals down the drilling shafts of oil and gas wells to fracture the places where hydrocarbons are located beneath us in rock and shale. The result is a bonus of oil and gas, and sadly, toxic chemicals caught in a brine of salty slime water.
There are advancements underway to separate out the salt and deadly chemicals from this brine, purify the water, remove all the toxins, and reuse the millions of gallons of water used in fracking over and over.
The salt removed from the brine, when cleaned amounts to many tons. A recent patent has been taken out, and a five acre experimental pond with an insulated floor will be filled with the salt. Because of the physics at work, the water in the pond becomes highly charged electrically. Because of the way the brine works, the floor of the pond increases dramatically in temperature compared to the surface. By simple engineering, this disparity in temperature is estimated to be able to create enough electricity to run all the electrical needs of 5000 homes from this one five acre salt filled pond!
In the near future, the fracking now creating so much toxic waste, will be streamlined so that all the by products that were once toxic will be cleaned and put to use in a circle of productivity--providing the oil and gas this country must have-- without polluting the environment.
by david stardust... Tuesday, August 16, 2016...
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WHOOPS !
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Posted:Aug 15, 2016 2:48 am
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I didn't mean for it to happen.
I was young (and I know that's a feeble excuse).
I was horny, because Romyna and I had split only a few weeks before. ( Big deal I kept telling myself.. So live with it.)
Yeah, excuses, excuses. So here's the story:
Martha lived in a rented two bedroom bungalow that was nicely situated so that it's backdoor led directly into a small park where there were swings, a sandbox, gorilla bars, and a lot of other kiddie attractions..
Martha was only about 22 at this time but already had 4 , and the eldest, Michelle, was five.
Martha was one of Romyna's sisters. She was younger than R. and had a different father. Making them stepsisters.
Martha and I had always liked each other. I found her to be attractive, and with a humorous, sexy way about her that turned me on. Martha drank, where Romyna did not.
I drank--too much--until I was 39, when I quit drinking and smoking in one great act of self control. (ANOTHER big deal--for me, anyway.)
One lazy Sunday afternoon in summer, I visited Martha without calling first... Before the days of cell phones, I often just dropped in on people without calling. In those days it was accepted behavior and Martha didn't get upset when people dropped in on her.
Martha was living with a young guy, Jose, who was a small, funny-- happy man. He was the father of Martha's last , a girl now about 2.
Jose answered the door when I knocked. "Hey White Bread!" he greeted me with a big smile,
and a handshake. "How they hanging?"
Jose, and most of Romyna's family called me "White Bread."
I told Jose I was horny as all heck since Romyna and I split..
"Where are all the ?" I asked when I noticed besides Jose, only Martha was there.
"Maria, (Martha and Romyna's mother), took all the to Pacific Ocean Park for the day to give us a little break," Martha said over Jose's shoulder.
Jose, Martha,and I decided since only we three adults were there, to buy a fifth of Vodka and a six-pack of coke and enjoy the nice quiet Sunday, by getting a little drunk.
It didn't take more than a drink or two for the conversation betweem the three of us to turn to tales of lurid sex.
"Romyna told me you lick her out so good she comes like an earthquake is happening," Martha said to me. "Jose won't do it! He says he never has licked pussy and isn't about to now!"
Jose said, "No way, I ain't about to lick no pussy... If I did, I might just as well suck dicks too.."
Both Martha and Jose looked at me with a look of "Whoops! Hope I didn't get him upset!"
I could tell from their looks that Romyna had told them a lot about threesomes she and I and another guy had.... That I would suck a cock if it looked good to me, besides licking pussy.
I laughed and told Jose and Martha... "I love doing them both!"
Jose was rubbing his dick beneath his trousers, and I could see he had a big hunk of meat.
I'd had enough to drink to be even more open then usual.
"Take it out, Jose, and I'll do you."
Martha was excited and jumped down on the rug next to where Jose was sitting and grabbed Jose's trouser zipper and in a minute I had second thoughts about "doing" Jose.
I had second thoughts about doing Jose, NOT because his dick was ugly, but because it was one of the biggest cocks I'd seen!
It was at least 9 inches and fat around.
"Oh, com'on White Bread," Martha said, "Let me see you doing it.."
Within a short time, Jose, Martha, and me were all naked, and fucking and sucking each other like we were starved for sex--which I was.
I couldn't really suck off Jose. His penis was too large for my mouth. He ended up fucking Martha while I licked her clit, and she came like the earthquake she'd mentioned earlier..
Jose fucked Martha with the speed of a rocket ship, and then went in their bedroom and was asleep in a few minutes.
Martha and I fucked slowly on the sofa, and I left when the booze-buzz I'd had wore off. There were plenty of consequences to that little orgy for me... Somewhere down the road on this continuous blog highway I'll certainly tell you about some of them....
So, what about you? Have you ever had a big "WHOOPS!" in your life?
by david stardust .. Monday, August 15, 2016..
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I USED TO CURSE, HOLLER, AND MOAN-
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Posted:Aug 14, 2016 4:40 am
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I've lived on the Mojave Desert now going on 41 years--a couple of years past half my life..
These years have taught me that man made THINGS break during the summers here.
I used to cuss, moan, and groan when a car's battery went dead, or a tire valve rotted off a tire, letting the tire go flat. A car setting on it's rim can't make it anywhere to get the tire fixed... Everything made of plastic and rubber lives only a short life under the intense sun of the Mojave.
An EXTRA hot day in late June this year, created temperature in Palm Springs of 122, and the electric cars that are all over The Springs, would not start. A few of the cars did start, but they had no power and had to be towed. We live 60 miles from The Springs, and during the summer our temps. are similar to Palm Springs.
Refrigerators and freezers die during July and August. Window Air Conditioners that have been running non stop since the middle of May, suddenly start making the rattle and roll dance of their death.
I've seen cabins and houses burn down to the cement slabs they were built on. When the volunteer fire department finally locates the places on the trails that pass for roads here, the fire fighters are only able to cool down the smoking remains, and make sure all the embers are out.
Places burn down out here during the summer because of electrical overloads, and because many places were wired with aluminum wire whose connections and splices loosen and start to arc under heavy loads.
In late August and through September we USED to get the MONSOON RAIN, sometimes torrential rainfall would wash out the sand trails and make it impossible to get into town for a few days-- until the pools of water and mud began to firm and settle.
Perhaps you've heard or read that Southern California is suffering from one of the worst droughts in recorded history, so flooding hasn't been a problem for at least ten years.
The thing that I find ironical is that only 160 miles to the West from where our place is, Los Angeles and the Pacific Ocean exist. Over 15 million people live and work in that area, and most of those city people never venture out to the Mojave Desert. It can be 115 in the shade here, and 70 in L.A. at the same time of day.
M. and I like everything about this open desert. I've even become used to things always breaking during the hottest part of our summer.
You sweet people who've taken the time to read this little post, probably have your own hurdles to jump over where you live. M. and I would much rather be a little too hot than even a little too cold. And.. I for one, have never liked gloomy, rainy days.
by david stardust... Sunday, August 14, 2016
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YESTERDAY I WAS A PLUMBER (AND WILL BE AGAIN TODAY).
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Posted:Aug 13, 2016 1:52 am
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Constant high heat of over 106 or 7 every day for many weeks does a number on everything mechanical, and especially things that have parts in them made of plastic or rubber.
Yesterday morning before sunup, I stepped outside to check what kind of a morning it was, and found our pressurized water system had sprung a leak and was running in a little stream out into the sand of the surrounding desert.
When I constructed this place from a single room plywood cabin without electricity, water, septic, or even a roof that didn't leak, to the sprawling place it is today, I put in a 2100 gallon underground water holding tank and connected it with a Sears shallow well pump and holding tank. That first water pump lasted from 1980 to 2009 when it started leaking in the housing and I threw it out..
On 7/13/2009 I installed the pump that's been faithfully pumping fresh water in the house since 2009, and it just started leaking yesterday morning.
By the time I got the water shut off yesterday morning, I found we'd lost about 1000 gallons of precious water. Marisol and I took sponge baths this morning instead of the brief showers we're used to..and I carried many one gallon jugs of water into the bathroom to use for flushing the toilet.
We have plenty of water stored in other tanks around the property, but none of those holding tanks are connected to the water delivery system that connects to our kitchen and bathroom. One thing may have been lucky.. The water pump itself seems to still be alright.. The leak is in a flexible hose connection, and the 6 gallon holding tank had lost it's 40 psi air charge.. There's probably a leak through the valve, which isn't too hard to replace.
Working on the pump is difficult because the little shed it sits in is in sunshine all day, and it gets too hot to work on the pump for more that 30 minutes at a time.
Those sweet readers who follow my blog have read of my trips to the automated pay water station in my old pickup truck. I buy 115 gallons of pure drinking water at one cent a gallon there. Water is heavy, it weighs a little over 8 pounds a gallon, and my old truck is only rated at 1/2 ton, so the 115 gallon jugs I buy fit in the truck's bed and is the right weight for the truck...
If everything goes well today, I'll be able to get the water flowing back into the kitchen and bathroom sometime today.
I've found though, to never count on things going the way I'd hope they'd go. I may find that the water pump has some problem that I haven't yet discovered, and may have to buy a new one and install it... That would mean I'm be wearing the uniform of a plumber for most of the rest of this summer.
Below is a picture I took yesterday of the water pump, and pictures of the automatic water station where I buy our water. The third picture is where I have my old truck in position to drain 100 gallons of fresh water down into the underground holding tank.
by david stardust.. Saturday August 13, 2016 --early
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ARE THERE MORE GAY MEN TODAY THAN THERE WERE 50 YEARS AGO?
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Posted:Aug 12, 2016 1:43 am
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Well, YES, of course there are you dumb old fuck!(Just talking to myself to save you guys the effort!). The population of not only the USA but the whole world has grown like a shed full of rabbits fornicating and reproducing at will!
The percentage of gay men was once established by a sexologist in the 1950's named Kinsey. It was established through his research in homosexuality at ten percent, and that percentage has probably stayed the same for generations, world wide.
Certain areas of the country and the world), have a higher than ten percent number of gays than other areas where the numbers are below ten percent.
What about it sweet women viewers? Are you coming across more men now who are only interested in you as a friend, but would like to date your brother? Your cousin, even you FATHER? If you DO happen to get these guys in the sack, is it a waste of time because they can't get it up for you?
If you're interested in my opinion about this subject...Of course I'll give it.
When I first came to Los Angeles in 1960, 56 years ago, I was just out of the Army. I was 24 years old, and "drifting". I was blessed with nice healthy looks, and was a clean-cut boy from the Eastern sea coast--Connecticut.
I knew no one in California, and had never been farther West than Fort Riley, Kansas (where I had basic Infantry training).
During the three years I spent in the Army, Homosexuality was a criminal offense. If caught in the act it was punishable by prison-- and then-- after getting out of the stockade (prison), a dishonorable discharge. (No, I don't mean a dripping dick kind of discharge. I mean a "get the fuck out or our Army and never show your face around a military compound again, you male slut!").
IT STILL went on even in the Infantry Unit I was in, where the men were tough, and masculine. Some of the older guys had seen action in Korea during that war.
The media likes to portray gay men as the effeminate sort of male. These effeminate men do exist of course, but the masculine GAY male is much more prevalent.
One battle-scarred Korean War sergeant who sucked me off every chance we got to be alone together, was anything but effeminate. I knew him for two years while I was stationed in Germany. He showed me pictures of his pretty wife and two young back in the states. We liked each other, but it was just SEX between us. I was no threat to his wife and whom he loved with all his old battle scarred body. ( He DID have a nice looking-- young-- circumcised dick).
When I got to Los Angeles, I was nearly broke and needed a job fast. I found an ad in The Los Angeles Times stating that towel boys were needed at the Melrose Bathhouse in the Jewish section of West Los Angeles. Although I was 24 at the time, I looked like I was about 19.
I got the job, and found on the first day that gay sex with the mostly older Jewish men who used the bath house, paid handsome tips. I didn't do the anal stuff, I've never been into anal, but suck and be sucked, was great for me, 'cause I enjoyed it.... Circumcised cocks freshly washed in the large bath house's facilities, were very erotic for me. Probably because of the enthusiasm I showed, I got nice tips for doing what I enjoyed, and was able to save up a pile of money while working there.
I don't think there are MORE gay men now then there were 50 years ago.
I think the numbers have probably have stayed about the same since humans came out of the caves.
The big difference is that NOW in today's more open U.S.A., more men have the guts to come out with what they really like sexually, and to GET it. Years ago a lot of gay men couldn't get it up for their wives and simply gave up on having any sex life. Sometimes these guys would get lucky and meet a gay guy and suddenly their genitalia would start to work again. Of course they kept (and keep) this side of themselves in the closet.
The same thing of course goes for the women who are attracted to other women, but can't stand the idea of having sexual contact with a man. My own opinion on lesbian women is that there are more than ten percent of lesbian women. All the women I've known except for one or two have shown an interest in having a fling with another woman.
As far as the bisexuals of both sexes? Given the proper environment, I believe most humans can be up for bisexual sex...
by david stardust... August 12, 2016... Friday morning.
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THE EVIL EYE
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Posted:Aug 11, 2016 4:02 am
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The Mysticism that a few humans are able to use to advance various projects in their surreal dimensions is created in a specialized area of the human brain.
Recent technology enables technicians to view excited neurons in mid brain areas of the cerebellum. The neurons are energized by the mystic's ability to go into hypnotic trance and somehow trigger this brain area.
When stimulated, this clump of neurons sends out small spurts of electrical code somehow using Quantum physics to perform strange and para-psychological effects...Many of the effects of this were known in our material world in ancient times as "THE EVIL EYE".
It was said in ancient times that the best of the mystics could control other humans to do the mystic's will, even at great distances. I'm sure that sexual pleasures were high on that list of control.
My Mother In Law, Maria M. was a recognized psychic. By recognized, I mean Maria was written about in a number of para-psychological books and journals. Maria made a very good living with her business sense in using her gift to counsel the ultra-rich in the paths they should follow in love, in health, and in business.
Maria's abilities were so much in demand, that she was able to remove herself and her three daughters from the clutches of an abusive husband in their small fishing village of Tampico, Mexico. The husband had the evil habit of penetrating anus's when he was drunk-- which was often.
Welcome to America Maria and her 3 daughters!
Seventy years ago it was common place for Mexicans to cross the border into the U.S. and live as a citizen here for the rest of their lives, without being hounded by immigration cops.
Such was the case with Maria and her three daughters. The oldest was Romyna.
Maria moved herself and her daughters to Chicago while they were still toddlers. All three of the girls were schooled in Chicago and became bi-lingual in a short time the way young are able to. Maria, however always had a heavy accent, and English was always a little difficult for her. The accent actually helped Maria in her business as a psychic and wandering Gypsy. Maria and the girls had early on forsaken the Catholic Religion they'd been born into.
Romyna became a gorgeous, intelligent woman. I stepped into this picture when I arrived in Los Angeles in the late 1950's and after a brief romance married Romyna. Romyna was just 17, and had just graduated with honors from High School in Montebello (a suburb of L.A.), when we married. Maria and the three girls had moved to L.A. from Chicago about 5 years before my arrival.
Maria and I got along very well. The stories that many men tell about their conflicts with their wife's mother, did not apply to me and Maria...Maria had the dream of Her and I becoming partners in the psychic business, and until her early death from colon cancer when she had just turned 60, Maria schooled me in her profession, always cheering me on, and always claiming that I was a born psychic.. Of course, she taught me how to apply THE EVIL EYE, but I didn't, and still don't have it in my nature to use revenge or any black magic on anyone.
Meditation is my friend and is the only use of the things Maria taught me. Maria was a little pissed at me because of my disdain for the use of any force in attempting to change the natural FLOW of things. When she died in the hospital after an operation that failed, I held her hand and she whispered to me that I was right in not wanting to use bad things to help me advance in life.
by david stardust.. August 11, 2016, Thursday morning...
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ONE MALE COCKSUCKER'S EXPERIENCES
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Posted:Aug 10, 2016 4:58 am
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When I discovered I could suck myself off, I soon, just a little later, began to suck off my older brother.
We shared the same bedroom so my sucking him off too, was inevitable.
y brother could not bend his body the way I could, and since I was doing myself anyway, I started doing him too. He was able to cum, whereas my orgasms were still dry cums. I was an informed . I read a lot. I already knew about cum, and when Brother shot into my mouth and I tasted his healthy cream, I found it a little strange tasting, but soon developed a taste for it and began to look forward to it. I started getting hungry for his cum if I went without it for a day or two.
My older sister soon got into the act when she found me sucking off my brother in the living room one day when the parents were off buying groceries.
Our sister became hotter than a firecracker when she watched me suck off my older brother. Our family lived in a place 26 miles from Buffalo, and the parents shopped in Buffalo, so when they shopped for groceries they were gone for quite a few hours. My older brother at the time, was in charge of us younger siblings, I started going down on my sister, and loved doing that as much as I loved sucking off my brother. My sister didn't like my brother's cum. She liked sucking on my cock though, because I still didn't shoot when I came, and my sister liked to feel my dick "dancing" in her mouth when I came.
As I grew older, and my experiences in the garden of sex expanded,
I found that many girls loved to watch me and another, usually much older boy fuck and suck. They also loved to watch me suck off myself and cum in my own mouth... I loved it all. I was a little star.
Perhaps, because I was a third I was ignored by my parents, but I was cheered by my chosen audiences ! I was also smart enough and crafty enough not to be caught in my little game, and not to get a reputation.. In essence I was able to pick people who were able to keep "secrets". A BIG thing for a boy cocksucker in my day. Our family also moved a lot which was a big help in keeping my reputation pure as the driven snow of Upstate New York.
For sucking cocks, I love stranger sex. But for threesomes with my live in marvelous woman love, we need --"connection" .I need connection in order to fuck a man.
I love the fast suck off in concealed public places, this has always been my favorite form of sex. Dark alleys, park benches partially concealed under trees or bushes, obscure bus benches, even the back seat of a moving bus when there's practically no one aboard it. Opening a stranger's fly for the first time and bringing out his BEAUTY, is a thrill that always gets my heart pounding..
When I'm sitting at a obscure bus stop or in the park on a bench under a tree, or leaning against the wall at the opening of an alley, I think I must project some force that I'm willing to go down on a guy if he wants it...because there are few times when I have to go home unsatisfied. I can size guys up with just a glance, then ask them if they want to get sucked off, and place my hand on their crotch. If I don't like the look of the guy, or get bad vibes from him, I just get up and walk away without saying anything to him.. I never mess with two or more guys in a group.. too dangerous.
This is risky business. An old guy like me can get the crap beaten out of him if he misjudges the guy who sits next to him, or approaches him at the head of a dark,empty alley.
To get that cock in my mouth though, and to make the guy cum down my throat, makes all the risk worthwhile. It sends me into a form of paradise that I believe few people know. The whole cocksucking adventure usually only takes a few minutes. Then I walk away not knowing anything at all about the stranger except the shape and size and taste of his cock and cum.
Sometimes the guy I've just sucked off wants to meet me again for a repeat performance. I always agree to it, but seldom ever make the next meeting.
When I'm out to get some cock, I always shave my face very smooth, and then put on a light cologne. I take some of the small half sized soft paper towels to wrap around the base of the guy's cock so I don't get his trousers all wet..
I love sucking clean, healthy, preferably circumcised cocks. I've always loved sucking cock and probably always will... It satisfies my quest for adventure with a nice climatic orgasm 'cause I about always cum while sucking off a beautiful stranger's cock.
Just sayin'.. The life of a nice, "decent", gentle cocksucker. I like clean, well groomed men in their middle thirties. Most of the men I suck off have gone through the routine before with other cocksuckers. These guys are usually married guys who just want to get off. When I was a lot younger I was a TOP and had a lot of cocksuckers take my cock down their throats when I came.
by david stardust.. August 10, 2016... Wednesday.
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AT THE COFFEE SHOP AGAIN
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Posted:Aug 9, 2016 3:35 am
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We had just had a cup of coffee at the coffee shop belonging to Jessica and her Dad, and were back out in our truck.
"You got me so hot I want it right now!" Marisol said, and grabbed my dick over the summer cotton shorts I was wearing.
Before I realized what was happening, she had my penis out and was down on it..
O.M.G. I came in M's beautiful mouth in about two minutes, and M. was furiously fingering her pussy in the passenger's seat.
It was before six in the morning, on Sunday morning, and we were parked in the small coffee shop's parking lot, where we'd just had coffee and talked with Jessica and Jessie's Dad for a little while. Our truck was the only one there. It was too early for anyone but the very early risers like we were, to be around.
"Take these off," I told M.
Marisol pulled off her pink shorts and stretched out over both the passenger's seat and the driver's seat so I was mostly on the floor.
M.'s pussy was wet and delicious as I found her already hard clit and gently worked it with my tongue and lips. Three of my fingers were going in her pussy. She came hard and with a whole string of trembles and shakes and little squeals.. She needed it. She'd been gone for most of the summer, staying with a girlfriend who'd just gotten out of rehab in L.A.
We were both sweating a little as I got back in the driver's seat and M. pulled her pink shorts back on...
"You always have that effect on people" M. said as I started the truck and she wiped her mouth with a tissue.
"What's that?" I asked as I headed the truck to the automatic water station where we were going for 100 gallons of drinking water.
"You don't even know you're doing it, but you get people hot.." Marisol popped a spearmint lifesaver in her mouth and put one between my lips too. "I think even Jessica's Dad was getting turned on, and I know Jessie was..."
"If Jessie's Dad hadn't been there, I bet Jess would have gone down on YOU..right there at our table..." I said, smiling at Marisol. "I think YOU'RE the one who got them both worked up.. Especially when you told them, how long you'd gone without any loving this summer, stuck over there in the dirty city..."
"Oh, she's much too young for either of us. Marisol said. "She's what 19 or 20?"
"I think she turned 20 a couple of weeks ago. She's a hot Leo just like you are my sweet" I said.
"She's too young to have any sense. I'm glad her Dad is there to keep her out of trouble."
"Are you OK with me and the time she did me there ?" I asked Marisol.
"Yeah, I'm not mad at you. I know you get going and can't put the brakes on.." Then M. added pensively, "Do you think Jessica was really hot for me ?-
by david stardust.. August 9, 2016.. Tuesday morning..
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DO YOU LOVE YOUR BODY ?
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Posted:Aug 8, 2016 10:17 am
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M. got back from L.A. yesterday where she's been "babysitting" an old friend who just got out of Rehab.. The poor friend of M's just can't seem to stay away from Meth. Marisol is like me, we don't touch drugs or alcohol or tobacco.
M. is into watching the Olympic's. When she was younger Marisol was in a few Mountain biking competitions, and came in 2nd place a couple of times. M. is much more competitive than I am.
I was happy to have her back with me. I think Lou and Rags (our two dogs), were getting tired of trying to understand me talking to them without M. here to talk back to me.
Marisol wanted to know everything I knew about the death of our closest neighbor (one mile from our place), Rick...
"At first his stepson told me Rick's Ford Van had run out of gas when he drove the two miles to get his mail from his mailbox."
"That doesn't sound like something Rick would let happen," Marisol said.
"It wasn't," I said. "Rick's by his first wife and I, had a long conversation the following day after Rick was found dead on the trail leading to his place.. Paul, told me that the fuel pump on the van had gone out and the van wouldn't start."
"You said Rick's stepson, not Paul, found Rick's body on Goodie Lane? That's the trail I always use to go into town," Marisol said.
"Maybe if I'd been here, I would have found Rick before it was too late! I always go into town later than you do--maybe it would have been around the time Rick went to get his mail!" Marisol continued.
"It was 114 in the shade that day." I said. "And Rick was 3 days short of his 89th birthday.. so.. His time probably was up, and even if the Van hadn't broken down he may have died driving back, so don't go blaming yourself !"
"I was thinking of buying Rick's Ford Van," I said, "but when I called Rick's stepdaughter from his second marriage, to ask S. about buying it, she was really snotty on the phone and said she was giving the "old thing" to the "Save the ", charity.."
"S. is the girl who became an attorney, isn't she?" Marisol asked me.
"Yes," I said. "There were a lot of hard feeling's between Rick's two wives and their by separate marriages."
"Well, you don't need another old car," Sweetheart, Marisol said, coming over to kiss me sweetly..." I'm glad I'm back home. You'd just better make sure you always take your cell phone with you when you drive off into the dusty desert, you, old cowboy! I don't want the buzzards circling over you laying out there on some distant trail!"
I didn't think Marisol would have to worry about that with me.. I tended to love and respect my old body too much to be careless with it on the desert in the broiling summer. Before the introduction of cell phones, there were a surprising large number of people who had met their fates from heat stroke on this desert.
by david stardust.... August 8, Monday, 2016...
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ARE YOU INTERESTED IN THE SUMMER GAMES?
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Posted:Aug 7, 2016 3:56 am
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I'm not.
I'm not even able to think of Rio de Janeiro as a safe and comfortable place for the summer Olympics. All the bad publicity in recent news has soured me on the place.
Things like the Zika virus, the abundance of robberies and kidnappings there, the poverty in half the city, together with the insane way the city pours it's raw sewage into the bay, is all pretty disgusting to me. Rio de Janeiro is not a place that should have even been considered for the Olympics to be played in.
Even if Rio was more of a safe, healthy, and better run city, I probably still wouldn't be able to get my head around the "games". Organized sports just don't turn me on.
Latin America hasn't been big on my list of places I'd like to travel to, either. About the only trips I've made in that part of our world have been to Baja California when I was much younger and more adventurous.
In truth, organized sports have always been about as interesting to me as organized religion.... NADA !
I'm not saying the summer games way there on the West coast of Brazil are not a big deal for all the young athletes competing. I'll probably watch some of the competitions on the flat screen, but I'm much more interested in the Trump, Hillary election "Olympics" going on in our country.
by david stardust... Sunday, August 7, 2016...
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