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YOU ARE GOING TO DIE
ÒBooks and organizers are useful time-budgeting tools... Just
published is ÔThe 7 Habits of Highly Effective TeensÕ by Sean Covey... Covey
recommends a planner... The most popular one is the FranklinCovey
Premier Agenda Student Planner: 12.5 million students in North America
use it, and it has been adopted by 25,000 schools. Of course any child can
do well without one, but according to its creator, Hyrum Smith, Ôit enables
students to gain control over what they are doing and where they are
going.ÕÓ
- TIME, November 23, 1998, pg. 152.
Having trouble planning your time? Allow me to make a few
observations. 1. You are going to die. 2. When you die, you will be dead.
(Maybe that sounds obvious, but perhaps you thought youÕd be taking harp
lessons after you died.)
3. You will never be here again.
HereÕs the real kicker: the human race itself will never be here
again.
According to the evolutionary record, modern humans did not exist
until 120,000 years ago. Oh, there were primate-type creatures here
before then. But they were not Òfully humanÓ. 120,000 years from now,
itÕs a fair bet that human beings will have evolved into a new and
different form.
You may not find the Ònew humans,Ó who are alive 120,000 years
from now, to be sexually appealing. For instance, I like blondes. Well
before 120,000 years have passed, itÕs pretty certain that all the human
races will have re-blended into one race.
As you know, racial diversity is a recent development in human
evolution. There is no fundamental genetic difference between, say,
Chinese and Swedes. They are both human. They both stem from the same
human ancestor. They just happen to look different, at this moment in
time, because their ancestors migrated to different parts of the globe.
As Colin Tudge writes, ÒAlthough modern Chinese people do look very
different from extreme, blonde Swedes... the genetic differences between
the two are minute.Ó (The Time Before History, pg. 222.)
The human races are now reassimilating. It is not uncommon to see
a black guy dating a white girl. It is not uncommon to see a Swede
married to a Chinese. Hence, well before 120,000 years have passed, itÕs
quite likely that all the various human races will have disappeared into a
ÒmodernÓ human (not yet in existence). This ÒmodernÓ human will be of a
single race, distributed throughout the globe.
In case you havenÕt noticed, world-wide, there are many more
brown-skinned people than white-skinned people. The ÒmodernÓ human of
the future is almost certain to be non-white. So if you like blondes, as I
do, this is your moment. If you come back to Earth in 120,000 years, there
wonÕt be any blondes here.
Sort of puts time into perspective, doesnÕt it?
Now on the matter of time planning: HereÕs a (quick) quiz:
1. Who were the top five doctors of the previous century?
Ask your mom. Ask your dad.
Do they know? Do they care? How about the top five lawyers of the
previous century? The top five engineers?
In case youÕre still guessing, hereÕs the answer: Nobody knows.
Nobody cares.
So there you are, struggling to plan your time, and yet the top people
of the previous century are totally forgotten! I hope they had fun, because
if they didnÕt, itÕs too late now. TheyÕll never be back again. And if, by
some lucky chance, they did come back, in the future, they likely would
encounter a race of humans that they would find unappealing.
Consider, if you will, the Ten Commandments. They were written
about 3,000 years ago. But a human from 120,000 years ago might find
them to be appalling.
I have noticed that younger children tend to have a short attention
span. A six-year-old might be furiously angry one minute, and completely
forget that heÕs angry a minute later.
Could it not be that a human of 120,000 years ago might be like
this? With a short attention span? He might kill his neighbor. A minute
later, he might completely forget that he killed his neighbor. He would
simply accept, as a fact, that his neighbor was dead.
We, of course, citing the Ten Commandments, would call such a man
a murderer. We would haul him into court, and vow to punish him. But he
might be shocked to be hauled into court. He might simply say (if he
remembered it) ÒSure, I killed my neighbor. He made me mad.Ó
So, as you can see, it is not simply a fact that you are going to die.
Not only are you going to pass away, but the entire race, the entire
society, the entire network of morals that you are accustomed to, will
also die.
Where is Ur? Where is Pharaonic Egypt? Where is Nineveh? They
are all gone, passed away into the Òsands of time,Ó and never, ever will
they live again. ItÕs not just a fact that one poor slob in Nineveh happens
to be dead. The whole city, their whole way of life, their gods, their
temples, everything is gone!
So here is what I have to say about time planning: Live. Be alive.
Feel your presence on this earth.
But donÕt worry. IÕm not just going to leave you with some vague
admonitions. I realize you are a modern human. You need something more
definite, more exact. Something you can write down in your FranklinCovey
Premier Agenda Student Planner. So here it is:
holy joeÕs 10-Step Program to Being Alive
1. Grow your hair.
2. Grow a beard. (Guys only, of course.)
3. Grow pot.
4. Listen to loud music.
5. Take psychedelic drugs.
6. Take off your clothes.
7. Take (or buy) a motorcycle.
8. Say, Òcool, manÓ.
9. Drive around and, whenever anyone looks at you, give them a ÒPeaceÓ
sign.
10. (Last but not least) make love.
If anyone complains, just tell them, ÒDonÕt worry. At 40, IÕll drive a
volvo.Ó
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Issue No. 414
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Ten
Kate was asleep an hour later, oblivious to the warming sun rising
outside the penthouse, when Gilda entered and uncovered her. Gilda threw
back the sheets as if displaying a child. A man came onto the bed, his
pants down, and forced his bulk upon Kate. Gilda rose from the bed and
drew the drapes closed. She wore an open peignoir about her figure, hiding
nothing.
The man was freshly shaven and Kate could smell his aftershave. He
kissed her but Kate was unwilling. Then, forcing her legs apart with his
hands, and rolling her onto her back, which made Kate scream as her
bottom made contact with the sheet, he entered her. KateÕs bare legs
writhed and her hips strove to unseat him from her. He was a large
fellow, though, and she was small, only 5Õ2Ó. His cock proved to be as big
as he was and he gave it to her mercilessly. Kate shouted and pleaded but
he fucked her hard and seemed never to need to cum, until at last Gilda
reached between his legs and gave his balls a helpful squeeze. He
discharged then, and Kate was grateful to Gilda for getting him off. When
he had dressed and left Gilda consoled KateÕs newly tormented bottom by
pouring scented oils on it. Kate lay on her belly and vowed never to wind
up on her back again. Gilda listened politely but said little, only
complimenting Kate on her courage for letting Ben bring her to his
Dungeon-club penthouse.
ÒNow I know why itÕs called the Point,Ó Kate said ruefully. ÒI think
IÕve gotten the point three times now, up my ass with a dildo and twice in
my cunt!Ó
ÒOnly proper, at your age,Ó Gilda said to Kate, rubbing her bottom as
delicately as she could so as not to hurt her any more than she already
was. ÒYou must learn to take a man without protest and you must be
available enough that he can get himself right up you. Then once heÕs in
you, you must learn to squeeze yourself very tightly upon him to give him
the pleasure he needs. Or to go easy on him, if heÕs apt to spill. ItÕs all a
matter of control and training, with a little widening, of course, so that
youÕre not just a tight virgin who doesnÕt know her body and can barely
accommodate what a man needs to do.Ó
ÒBut how-- how can I be like that?Ó Kate asked Gilda. ÒIÕve had sex
but, you know...Ó
ÒI know. YouÕre still just a schoolgirl. DonÕt worry. After your bath
IÕm going to insert a large dildo in your bottom and I expect you to sit
quietly at breakfast with it inside you. YouÕll wear it all day, except when
Ben has need of you. And tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, weÕll replace
it with an even bigger dildo. And weÕll do the same in about a week with
your cunt, after your bottomÕs been opened. Finally IÕll show you how to
blow a man so he can use your entire throat as a place for his penis.Ó
Kate gasped. ÒBut I canÕt stay!Ó she protested. ÒI must be back at
college.Ó
ÒNonsense dear,Ó Gilda smiled. She patted KateÕs bottom and Kate
flinched at the pain in her cheeks. ÒYour training has only just begun.
ThereÕs so much more for you to learn. ItÕs time you quit learning Algebra
and Geology and started learning about your body. YouÕve got lovely big
tits and yet I get the feeling theyÕve hardly been sucked. And your bottom
is a dream, it should be filled as often as you can stand, for the men of
this world deserve to have access to such an adorable ass. It mustnÕt be
kept safe in panties. It must be spread and opened and offered to them.
Your cunny is a treat in its own right. It should be your passport around
the world. You can go anywhere with a figure like you have, and I expect
you to. Forget about college. IÕll train you in the arts of love so you can
please men wherever you go, and be pleased by them in turn. And Ben will
oversee your training, to make sure you learn everything properly.
Hmmm?Ó
GildaÕs voice was soft and golden and her hair fell from her her coif
as she bent low and kissed KateÕs bottom cheeks. Kate yelped at the touch
of her wet lips upon her ass and yet Kate felt a subtle joy at the womanÕs
attention. Abruptly she thrust her legs down past her belly and found her
slit and played with her fingers in it. Gilda lifted her head and laughed,
watching Kate masturbate.
ÒYouÕre such a frisky little girl,Ó Gilda said to Kate. ÒYouÕll do very
well. And IÕll take good care of your bottom, donÕt worry.Ó
ÒOh, yes!Ó Kate cried. She frigged her slit and felt her fingertips
turn to honey. ÒOh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!!!Ó
Just as Kate was recovering from her orgasm, and feeling not a
little embarrassed at having frigged herself, the door to her private
bedroom opened. Where just moments before it had just been herself, and
her newfound friend Gilda, two young men entered. They were stripped
down to their boxer shorts and Kate, gasping, thought she remembered
them from the fraternity party. They gazed at her with admiration and she
tried to hide her face by smooshing it into the pillow. But Gilda gently
grabbed the back of her hair and pulled KateÕs face from her pillow and
made her lie with her face toward the boys.
Brushing a few strands of blonde hair off KateÕs moist cheeks,
passing her hand over KateÕs eyes to make sure that her long lashes were
open, Gilda addressed the young men:
ÒHow nice of you to come,Ó Gilda smiled. Despite her nudity, for she
wore only a peignoir that was hanging loosely open, Gilda was poised and
self-assured. ÒYou have volunteered to perform duties for us here today?Ó
Gilda asked the two boys.
ÒYes!Ó one boy answered.
ÒWhere are we? Is this on the campus?Ó the other boy asked.
ÒIt doesnÕt matter where you are,Ó Gilda answered. ÒI trust the head
of your fraternity kept you blindfolded all the way here?Ó She smiled. A
month ago sheÕd met the head of one of the collegeÕs fraternities at a
nightclub. HeÕd agreed to provide some fraternity boys to her. He was a
football player, but quiet and discreet. SheÕd given him a pleasant time at
the Point and now the first boys were here. ÒTake off your shorts,
please,Ó Gilda said to the boys as Kate tried to hide her face again and
Gilda fetched it up from her pillow.
Ode to an electric goddess.
by Will Dockery
Stilled heart
in the light
cast dark
making word image
haunting visage.
It's not right
my friend, it is night.
Warm clear contrast,
clarity at last.
At peace with solitude,
this interlude
between love.
Separate myself from feeling
shadow and soft sound
I'll stick around,
it may come tomorrow.
Clear light of autumn day
the hurt is gone
it has gone away.
I found no healer
no magical dream
all I found was
an invitation to more pain
amid love steam. See it all now
no miracle will appear
no one to save me
but myself.
AND IN THE END...
ÒI have seen everything that has been done here under the sun; it
is all futility and a chasing of the wind. ...I applied my mind to
understanding wisdom and knowledge... and I came to see that this too
is a chasing of the wind. ...
ÒGo, then, eat your food and enjoy it, and drink your wine with a
cheerful heart.Ó
- Ecclesiastes 1:14, 17 and 9:7.
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- Ecclesiastes 9:5, 6.