by cosmicB on Sun Mar 09, 2008 4:44 am
Lets talk a little bit about sharing love, with some simple basicish examples of what love feels like inside of you when it's happnin'... Lets call this "the first step" in learning how to love... (cuz if you don't catch on to love, in its entirety, you forfeits the afterlife, cuz when you die you gotta be the afterlife to be in it)...
...I've been out all-day in the cold and snow, drivin' around the town, delivering leaflets to prospective clients.. picking only the good-feel houses that I'd like to work on and in... I avoid the ones surrounded in critter dung and yellow snow... They hurt my nose!..
At the next place I sets a flier in the mailbox, and the guy opens his front-door before I can turn around, and I am Slammed by a blast of hot moist air carrying the almighty powerful stench of raw moist dog dung, which knocks my head back a little in defense.. I quick-steps back, turns, and am gone in a flash, without a word to the zoo keeper... I'm pacing fast, still holding my breath, and blasting air out of my nostrils to get any remnants of that vile attack-odor out of my nose...
I was lucky.. none of it stuck to my clothing...
I walks up to the next driveway.. and hears a large dog barking, sees the minefield and all that yellow snow, and turns around in-stride...
...I gets home this evening to find the answering machine is Off, and it's been Off All day.. which means that my lassy listened to our messages yesterday, and somehow clicked it Off... which means I probably lost a couple hundred bucks in calls...
I could mention it to her... I could even freak-out bigtime, and come down on her like she's a chunk'o shidt.. like about 500-million males treat their women, today...
I could just keep quiet about it... It's done... I don't need to punish my beloved.. for messing-up my business for today... I don't need to punish my princess in anyway, ever... That's not how a relationship works...
I am bound by the reality of "mating", to maintain my lady's spirit happy at all times.. as I am here for her, as I am there for her, to make her happy when someone has made her sad...
I try to be there, just before some goof is destined to try to make her sad, so I can be there to stop-it, fast as lightnin', and turn it right around back upon her attacker, times two, before her attacker can even begin its vile brew, swing, or run, against my Lady's happiness... thereby arming me, and enabling me, to maintain my Lady's life as as much of heaven as I can effect, with all my Being, is what it's all about; any less, is essentially only varying degrees of hell, the real deal too; what the proverbial "hell" is all about... It ain't a place to go.. It's a place to be... This hell we've got now, is what we did to heaven right here on earth, right now...
We messed it up Big-time...
You can't just leap into heaven, from hell, when you suddenly figure it's time to make a change, just because you've got to other option...
You need heaven to recognize you as what it is, for it to accept you as what you are in its likeness.. It will maybe even guide you in if you're worth it...
If you step-on bugs, you ain't worth it baby, cuz you would step on heaven's little critters too... You hurt Life, means you don't do the ride baby... You can dream and wish and pray and scream and dance, all you want, but heaven don't want assholes...
That should be the last page in your precious "bible"...
maybe it even sums-up your whole "bible", in just one statement...
me thinks it probably does... me thinks Iza gonna be sick...
So Learn the lesson, and move-on, into more of Life...
That's the meaning of Life... To be Life... or not to be... that is the answer...
I opened a new door, and found a new "highway"... Does anybody real want to go for a Real Big Ride..? Ten times the rush of having farted then noticing you just birthed a planet earth...
There are some rushes, so-big, they could burn your whole skin off in just a few seconds... It silly to go there when you still got skin...
There's Rushes that can make you fly...
There's rushes that can make you cum thrice connected... where you need to hold your hand on your head to hold it all in, should it explode in the next few seconds.. when all you've got is to hold onto something solid, hoping you make it through this alive, and in one piece... And you just hold on tight to whatever's there to hold on tight to... And that's all you know...
Same Rush as the young cowboy's first ride at breaking a virgin stallion, that seems to have reddish glowing eyes whenever it glares at him, from its coral prison.. eying him like it wants to eat him in one bite... And he's thinkin', "I gotta ride that beast in an hour"...
And his nuts feel like they're in his throat... And half of him seems it is running across the field, far far away from here......
...You know? the dirdiest trick on the whole planet, would be to give a young virgin young cowboy a warm pepsi just a few minutes before his first bronc-ride...
...me thinks that's Not love... but it's how we share pain and embarrassment (emotional pain for some)...
makes me wonder, if pranks and doodies are actually our race's anchor and tether to hell..?
me thinks, probably... makes me need to heave...
there's a rush, from meeting a grizzly bear up close and personal, that'll make your skin shake for 15 minutes straight.. after you've walked away from the griz, and sat at the tent, and then it hits you, of what you just did... you walked right up to a hungry one ton rodent, and sat a few feet from it, like a meal set out for the taking... and managed to talk your way out of it... and parted friends... is when the rush hits hard... and just about knocks yer head clean off... then buzzes through your timbers like an angry hornet's nest what just got kicked.. for a solid fifteen minutes...
I doubt there is anyone on the planet who could walk immediately after that rush or during... It's a "sit or fall" thing...
And that's just one of the little rushes... "meeting face to face, a huge hungry rat on its own turf, "in its dinner bowl sort of squeak"...
..But the bear possessed seven personalty flows of the Female, whilst our females possess only four personality flows... She became uneasy and fidgety when I was attempting to determine the female facets she has that our females don't.. so I backed off, and focused deeper into her mind.. to find myself being pulled into a round space.. like she was pulling me into her head... I figured I had about 30-60 seconds before I was dinner...
I reached my mind hand down through the clouds to her neck, and squeezed, and massage her neck and shoulders in a hard rough brisk massage.. She leaned into my touch.. I retracted my stare... When she realized I just did that, her eyes bulged Big... She looked at me like to be thinking, "maybe she's a little too close to me for safety?"... Then her eyes said, "WoW!.. Did You do that! pipsqueak?.." I looked right into the bear's eyes, politely spoke, "Yep!", grinned I, proud and respectful...
In the pause, I made one big serious fatal mistake in confronting a large wild hungry meat eater, with daggers for fingernails and teeth... "I summed up my now situation".. It was freakin' me bigtime!...
I had to force all my fears back-down as I sensed them bubbling up.. I had to eat my fears before they surfaced, cuz if the bear smelled fear, its favorite spice for food, I'm thht history...
...I says to her.. "Your majesty, I've become scared, after comparing your size, and potential for violence, to my size, and inability to defend myself.. I don't like scared! Would you do something to fix it?"...
...She did a retake, blinked big, then lowered herself out of attack posture in a few seconds... and a ton! of tension fell away.. for both of us...
I played with the bear for half an hour more... There ain't any rush in it.. You don't dare rush then, and there.. That would be like pissin' on a 240 volt wall socket...
...I said all that, so I could say this:
Does anyone, on earth, know what those female bear personality traits are, that our human females don't have..? I would like to work them out, and add them to my woman.. and then try to ride her...Lets talk a little bit about sharing love, with some simple basicish examples of what love feels like inside of you when it's happnin'... Lets call this "the first step" in learning how to love... (cuz if you don't catch on to love, in its entirety, you forfeits the afterlife, cuz when you die you gotta be the afterlife to be in it)...
...I've been out all-day in the cold and snow, drivin' around the town, delivering leaflets to prospective clients.. picking only the good-feel houses that I'd like to work on and in... I avoid the ones surrounded in critter dung and yellow snow... They hurt my nose!..
At the next place I sets a flier in the mailbox, and the guy opens his front-door before I can turn around, and I am Slammed by a blast of hot moist air carrying the almighty powerful stench of raw moist dog dung, which knocks my head back a little in defense.. I quick-steps back, turns, and am gone in a flash, without a word to the zoo keeper... I'm pacing fast, still holding my breath, and blasting air out of my nostrils to get any remnants of that vile attack-odor out of my nose...
I was lucky.. none of it stuck to my clothing...
I walks up to the next driveway.. and hears a large dog barking, sees the minefield and all that yellow snow, and turns around in-stride...
...I gets home this evening to find the answering machine is Off, and it's been Off All day.. which means that my lassy listened to our messages yesterday, and somehow clicked it Off... which means I probably lost a couple hundred bucks in calls...
I could mention it to her... I could even freak-out bigtime, and come down on her like she's a chunk'o shidt.. like about 500-million males treat their women, today...
I could just keep quiet about it... It's done... I don't need to punish my beloved.. for messing-up my business for today... I don't need to punish my princess in anyway, ever... That's not how a relationship works...
I am bound by the reality of "mating", to maintain my lady's spirit happy at all times.. as I am here for her, as I am there for her, to make her happy when someone has made her sad...
I try to be there, just before some goof is destined to try to make her sad, so I can be there to stop-it, fast as lightnin', and turn it right around back upon her attacker, times two, before her attacker can even begin its vile brew, swing, or run, against my Lady's happiness... thereby arming me, and enabling me, to maintain my Lady's life as as much of heaven as I can effect, with all my Being, is what it's all about; any less, is essentially only varying degrees of hell, the real deal too; what the proverbial "hell" is all about... It ain't a place to go.. It's a place to be... This hell we've got now, is what we did to heaven right here on earth, right now...
We messed it up Big-time...
You can't just leap into heaven, from hell, when you suddenly figure it's time to make a change, just because you've got to other option...
You need heaven to recognize you as what it is, for it to accept you as what you are in its likeness.. It will maybe even guide you in if you're worth it...
If you step-on bugs, you ain't worth it baby, cuz you would step on heaven's little critters too... You hurt Life, means you don't do the ride baby... You can dream and wish and pray and scream and dance, all you want, but heaven don't want assholes...
That should be the last page in your precious "bible"...
maybe it even sums-up your whole "bible", in just one statement...
me thinks it probably does... me thinks Iza gonna be sick...
So Learn the lesson, and move-on, into more of Life...
That's the meaning of Life... To be Life... or not to be... that is the answer...
I opened a new door, and found a new "highway"... Does anybody real want to go for a Real Big Ride..? Ten times the rush of having farted then noticing you just birthed a planet earth...
There are some rushes, so-big, they could burn your whole skin off in just a few seconds... It silly to go there when you still got skin...
There's Rushes that can make you fly...
There's rushes that can make you cum thrice connected... where you need to hold your hand on your head to hold it all in, should it explode in the next few seconds.. when all you've got is to hold onto something solid, hoping you make it through this alive, and in one piece... And you just hold on tight to whatever's there to hold on tight to... And that's all you know...
Same Rush as the young cowboy's first ride at breaking a virgin stallion, that seems to have reddish glowing eyes whenever it glares at him, from its coral prison.. eying him like it wants to eat him in one bite... And he's thinkin', "I gotta ride that beast in an hour"...
And his nuts feel like they're in his throat... And half of him seems it is running across the field, far far away from here......
...You know? the dirdiest trick on the whole planet, would be to give a young virgin young cowboy a warm pepsi just a few minutes before his first bronc-ride...
...me thinks that's Not love... but it's how we share pain and embarrassment (emotional pain for some)...
makes me wonder, if pranks and doodies are actually our race's anchor and tether to hell..?
me thinks, probably... makes me need to heave...
there's a rush, from meeting a grizzly bear up close and personal, that'll make your skin shake for 15 minutes straight.. after you've walked away from the griz, and sat at the tent, and then it hits you, of what you just did... you walked right up to a hungry one ton rodent, and sat a few feet from it, like a meal set out for the taking... and managed to talk your way out of it... and parted friends... is when the rush hits hard... and just about knocks yer head clean off... then buzzes through your timbers like an angry hornet's nest what just got kicked.. for a solid fifteen minutes...
I doubt there is anyone on the planet who could walk immediately after that rush or during... It's a "sit or fall" thing...
And that's just one of the little rushes... "meeting face to face, a huge hungry rat on its own turf, "in its dinner bowl sort of squeak"...
..But the bear possessed seven personalty flows of the Female, whilst our females possess only four personality flows... She became uneasy and fidgety when I was attempting to determine the female facets she has that our females don't.. so I backed off, and focused deeper into her mind.. to find myself being pulled into a round space.. like she was pulling me into her head... I figured I had about 30-60 seconds before I was dinner...
I reached my mind hand down through the clouds to her neck, and squeezed, and massage her neck and shoulders in a hard rough brisk massage.. She leaned into my touch.. I retracted my stare... When she realized I just did that, her eyes bulged Big... She looked at me like to be thinking, "maybe she's a little too close to me for safety?"... Then her eyes said, "WoW!.. Did You do that! pipsqueak?.." I looked right into the bear's eyes, politely spoke, "Yep!", grinned I, proud and respectful...
In the pause, I made one big serious fatal mistake in confronting a large wild hungry meat eater, with daggers for fingernails and teeth... "I summed up my now situation".. It was freakin' me bigtime!...
I had to force all my fears back-down as I sensed them bubbling up.. I had to eat my fears before they surfaced, cuz if the bear smelled fear, its favorite spice for food, I'm thht history...
...I says to her.. "Your majesty, I've become scared, after comparing your size, and potential for violence, to my size, and inability to defend myself.. I don't like scared! Would you do something to fix it?"...
...She did a retake, blinked big, then lowered herself out of attack posture in a few seconds... and a ton! of tension fell away.. for both of us...
I played with the bear for half an hour more... There ain't any rush in it.. You don't dare rush then, and there.. That would be like pissin' on a 240 volt wall socket...
...I said all that, so I could say this:
Does anyone, on earth, know what those female bear personality traits are, that our human females don't have..? I would like to work them out, and add them to my woman.. and then try to ride her.. and take it.. to the limit.. one more time....
really, that sucks 
