My name is Miss Princess Shaveria Sugarspoon-Boltbuddy and I am an attractive young lady aged 18 with small and with very pert ruby wine electric nipples rock hard exquisite flesh points of phenomenal and of binding interest for sexually inquiring or especially nipple orientated or fixated and drooling minds for men basically the breasts themselves are of purest white milk emanating and flooding the universe with cosmic love and all because the blood of the ages courses and it rages and races in me I know what is wrong and I know what is right Miss Princess Shaveria Sugarspoon-Boltbuddy presenting and performing a tremendous physical electrical delight the bare nipples in other words and you can call me Princess Miss but dare you approach me my nipples are angry they are hungry they are charged and they are right hurry up give yourself to me explain yourself away to Miss Princess Shaveria Sugarspoon-Boltbuddy recognize my nipples into divinity sway suck my nipples drink down my milk and approach the light.
On the internet
The internet is what you go on
On your device
Your device
Was made by a slave
Who may well be dead by now.
You will never know.
On reddit there are ‘subs’. ‘Subs’ are sort of like clubs for enthusiasts of this or that such as, and for example; nonpoetry, or shaved pussy. I must report to you now that, I joined a sub called 'try on haul' on reddit.. This is for people who like to watch attractive young women trying on fashionable garments; consumer items, intended to emphasize and to advertise their sexuality and to incorporate that into a fantasy of sexual availability. These clothes present young women as sexual flesh; dressed, pickled and spiced - for ready delectation, use and consumption as commodity. The garments used in the presentations are disposable and ephemeral. The body, the flesh of the woman - is the living and vital core of the gestalt; whereas the clothes are the ephemera that orbit the nucleus of the essential meaning presented - which is the concentration and focus and application of energetic impulse into imaginative extrapolation and elaboration of the singular unified constellation of activity into the proceeding development of a single notional rubric of the primacy of the flesh as essentially and summarily - the Vagina and the Anus - In that; human flesh is the ideal destination of the totality of existential aspiration and inevitable and final object and ultimate meaning of the actual presentations.
Anyway from going on that - I ended up on Pornhub looking at a channel called DestinationKat. There is a girl on there - whom I have watched quite a lot since I found her on reddit. She makes videos of herself trying on various garments - very often underpants. She will put on, remove and then replace, pair after pair of underpants, one after the other, on and on, over and over. Sometimes the activity is framed such that one can see her whole body - and in that make at leisure, an estimation of its proportions, shapes, qualities an
Cueball buttocked
teen aged goddess of never
diaphanous wraith of self conscious affectation
ethereal chance of god’s proud delusion
stride before me
you wear a different outfit
every day
what machinations
have tormented you
what grim designs have developed
the intensity of labour and consideration
in that superfluous
rigmarole as necessary in you
slim immaculate fresh punctual
erect postured
delicate ethereal and compelling
translucent mistress of light
what predicament befalls you
what destiny claims to wait on you
I will turn now and avert my gaze
I have to
you are
too beautiful and compelling
too thrilling and charismatic
too often must you see yonder
and beholding
an agony of need
for you
but not now
not here
not this time
your bewildering
shattering debilitating crushing effect
depending upon the promise
the guarantee
of divine noumenon
untouchable unknowable you.
A Few
A few years ago I looked on Tony’s carer timetable. The clients are supposed to be mailed them on paper every week so they can refer to it. I saw that he had a visit with carer Kensington Finoduce (Miss). Tony was obsessed with this timetable. I would catch him studying it. I have so many wonderful memories of Tony. I miss him.
Tony could not remember what she was like when I asked him about her. Kensington Finoduce (Miss) - well she sounded alluring to me. Exotic, possibly bewitching. You never know.
Yesterday I finally found (on the carer app) myself paired up with Kensington Finoduce (Miss). After all this time. The visit was to be with ‘Client Mu’. I had never seen ‘Client Mu’ before. I had heard only that ‘He does not speak and he might try to hit you sometimes’.
The visit was originally supposed to be at 0900 but I got a text telling me it was moved to 1000 because Kensington Finoduce (Miss) has been delayed. This suited me better.
When I arrived Kensington Finoduce (Miss) was already there with ‘Client Mu’, and she had already done everything. Kensington Finoduce (Miss) began speaking to me and she spoke continuously during the entire period of our time together with ‘Client Mu.
I sat in the kitchen and she stood. ‘Client Mu’ was in the kitchen also and up and down and in his demented condition trying at times to sabotage his own washing machine etc. Kensington Finoduce (Miss) admonished him very firmly.
He had recently (the other day) rabbit punched her with a hard blow that had caused her to contract a severe and long lasting headache. This is what she told me.
Kensington Finoduce (Miss) told me about ‘Client MU’ and his morning routine.
Kensington Finoduce (Miss) informed me that she had quite recently took two months off work because she had tried to commit suicide. I told her that I was very sorry about that, but I did not follow up with more questions immediately or directly upon that topic because I would want to get to know her a little better in her treatment of general matters in order to be furnished with some other materials for the framing of a kernel.
In our conversation, I found that we had both worked in Care Homes and that our experience of it had been similar in the sense that the most singular and notable circumstance of the case was or is; the pathological and the disturbed emotional condition of the staff, many of whom are consumed in petty jealousies and bitter rivalries and at length ejaculating denunciations and dishonest accusations in uninhibited and vicious and remorseless infamy. This atmosphere of hate is, it seems, and as far as I can tell; fairly ubiquitous in the care homes of Kentish Town.
Kensington Finoduce (Miss) I had some details of all this from her. I shared mine too.
I sat and she stood opposite me. She, about 25 years old. A little plump. She was wearing some sort of a skirt and a t-shirt, but I did not look too closely. She seemed at times to be running her hands over her legs and her body while she was talking to me, and pulling up and yanking about her skirt or her t-shirt, in her unselfconscious emotional arousal. Her legs were bare. This was not a woman dressed to impress, but more like a child, because she was trusting to discover things by the guileless sincerity in her straightforward and gushing declarations and descriptions.
Yes. I have a memory of beauty. I have a memory of innocence and of sadness. I have a memory of Kensington Finoduce (Miss).
There is erect
erect
there is flaccid
flaccid
erect and flaccid
with erect
with erect
the penis is erect
penile erection
is an enlargement and it is a hardening of the penis
a firming up and an impressive swelling
of it
occurring when the sponge-like tissue
(corpus spongiosum)
inside of the penis fills
and becomes engorged
and inflated and pumped up with blood
erection
of the penis
is now fully and stonkingly and liberally achieved
and the penis is proud huge
and so suckable and magnificent
aching now
for its inevitable destiny
immortal memory
and kismet
namely
impulsive and insistent vaginal/anal/oral penetration
whereas
with flaccid
with flaccid
the penis is flaccid
it is not in the erect state
a flaccid penis
is deflated of blood and shrunken and shrivelled up
and miserable and useless
in relation to the achievement
of penile vaginal/anal/oral penetration
in the flaccid state
the smooth muscle fibres
of the of the corpora cavernosa and the arteries supplying the penis
with blood
are not sufficiently relaxed
to permit and to facilitate blood inflation of the penis
to a satisfactory utility enlargement and growth
necessary
to termination in a granite erection
the penis is flaccid
and useless for sexual purposes
such as creating a dramatic visual impression
suitable to stoke up and to infuriate
the desire and the sexual readiness
of an intimate acquaintance
and prospective carnal partner
prior to the delicious and to the compulsory
and to the inevitable orifice penetration
now strictly required for the satisfactory conclusion
and consummation
of any mutually experienced physical desire
there is erect
erect
there is flaccid
flaccid
erect and flaccid.
The Vaccine mandates invert the traditional and historic priority of the individual conscience above state ideology. A priority absolutely necessary to any free or healthy or ‘safe’ society.
This criminal and catastrophic inversion has only previously historically happened in the totalitarian and genocidal regimes of Nazism/Communism. Now it has happened in our formerly ‘free’ society.
The priority of state ideology above individual conscience is a necessary component of every or any democide/genocide. Ultimately, in the present case 'safety' is an ideological concept where it is claimed that untested and unproven technologies and actions that carry risk of adverse and disabling reactions and also death, are deployed and forced into the bodies and into the lives of human beings by mandate and other coercive measures including propaganda, lies and psychological terrorism - for and on the behalf of the ideologically appropriated concept, 'safety'.
Vaccine mandates contravene the Nuremberg Code; as well as Bodily autonomy and sovereignty which are also contravened. In a mandate the human body becomes a property and a device of totalitarian, ideological and marketing objectives and the vaccinated person is dehumanized and raped into a facility of a marketing campaign.
To depict or to characterize or to categorize a healthy person who does not require medical intervention for any illness - as a public health risk, in a workplace or anywhere else - is exactly how Hitler redefined the Jews in Nazi territory.
Consenting to ‘social distancing’ (an element of the 'pandemic' response seen to be here, a vaccine marketing and terroristic, violent and hateful propaganda campaign); any such consent, reinforces and supports the spurious and the murderous fiction that healthy asymptomatic people are nonetheless contaminated and dangerous to human health. Incredible as this may seem, many people have accepted or even welcomed this outcome (as the German people welcomed the Nazis).
Social distancing affirms the ideological removal of the formerly accepted measure of human health (the human body) - into the domain of the ideological (the moot). Social distancing involves the voluntary capitulation of human health as a necessary property of the human body - and into the democidal ‘other’ - this 'other' being nothing but a fanatic and criminal ideology propagandized into the terrified and brainwashed masses as required for ‘safety’.
The fact that this Holocaust (pandemic response) has not been recognized in present times - is representative of a general and a global and catastrophic failure of conscience and of social responsibility, in individuals worldwide. Also, it is an abandonment and rejection of our society's pre-pandemic consensus regarding 'safety' as an ethically necessary property emerging in the achievement and guarantee of freedom, which existed as a natural and obvious fact of life in our society, pre-pandemic - but which people were immediately willing to relinquish in favour of the fictions and attacks of psychological terrorism.
In any medical mandate, freedom is abolished as is 'safety' - since where there is not freedom to own the destiny of one's own body - there can be no 'safety' of any kind for anybody - as the Nazis and the Communists have unarguably and properly and fully demonstrated.
In any voluntary act of ‘social distancing, human health as a property of the human body and as a human right originating in the human body, is categorically and transgressively and outrageously denied; and the inferiority of human love, before the needs of a vaccine marketing campaign are passionately affirmed, by an irresponsible, ignorant, terrified and dehumanized and compliant and unthinking collaborator in the ongoing global genocide that we have witnessed in recent times and that we have all consented to be termed ‘pandemic response’.
First and foremost to me - Terry is a man who suffered. Terry suffered, and then he died. He suffered. Terry did. Then he died.
How might a man’s unconscious fail to prepare him to meet his destiny? Why would that be? Terry is a man who met his end in agony. The components of this agony - the theatres of it, the dramas and the characters and the outcomes; these are all hidden from me. I can call to you now Terry. I call to you. Terry! Terry!
When I met Terry first of all some time more than a year before he died - without even a slight sense of awareness of it, I became lost and beguiled into the inevitable turmoils of the insistence and of the finality of his imagination, his defeated and his agonized spirit and his death wish.
Terry was bed bound and Aphasic. When I first saw him, he was in his armchair. But I had never met anybody like him. I didn’t know what I was seeing. Or rather I did. A man in despair. I don’t like to say it. Terry was in agony. His life had been torn from him, but he was remaining alive and aware, immobile and mute.
I tried always over time to establish a rapport with Terry. But what rapport can there be with a man who is despairing? There was no level to be had.
We used to transfer Terry into and out of his armchair via the ceiling hoist. But he didn’t like the chair and we stopped doing it while we were waiting forever for a better chair.
When Terry went to hospital with a chest infection. It was only a chest infection. But I wondered, with some good justification if Terry had any will left to live, and I was guessing or estimating or tending to think; no, and that if it was the case that he didn’t have any fight in him, I would not, I thought, be seeing him again. Terry died.
When I arrived at Terry’s on the Saturday morning at 9am Ray, the other carer arrived at the same time. I opened the key safe and we went in. Terry was going Uh! every time he breathed and I said to Ray that it did not sound good and I approached Terry immediately and he was obviously unwell. His chest was crackling. We called an ambulance. They took him.
Terry lived with his son Steve. Not that long ago Steve himself was hospitalized with sepsis. Steve is about 45, he is an alcoholic, a heavy drinker and a chain smoker. When Steve returned from the hospital, he was emaciated. His skin was parchment and his belly was massively distended.
Steve had looked after his mother for many years before she died, I was told. Then all at once, she got vaccinated and died of ‘’Covid’’, Terry got vaccinated, as well, had three strokes straight away because he had got ‘’Covid’’ at the same time he got vaccinated as well. So they said.
Meanwhile Terry was bed bound and mute.
Terry had been in the RAF. I think that he was a patriot. If I ever saw a politician on his TV with a face twisted by mendacity, venality and corruption; I might tell Terry that; ‘’so and so looked dodgy’’, and that they struck me as a ‘‘wrong un’’. (and at this) Terry would become enraged.
But Terry was very angry all the time and he was looking for a reason to start on you. He did not need a reason.
Terry had four care visits per day. At each visit the double-up carers would change his pad (diaper). Terry always fought and physically resisted more or less these operations and he was often hitting you - but not with all his strength. Apart from the frequent groaning - it was his only means of self expression I suppose. He was constantly trying to hit your hand away as you were scooping the number two from out of between his butt cheeks.
‘’I wish I had a pound for every time you hit me Terry’’
That Saturday morning I had not seen him since Tuesday. On Tuesday the other carer failed to attend and so I performed the operation without him. Terry was hitting me on my arms that day in a way that he had not done before. He was deliberately digging his knuckles into my forearm muscles. To try to inflict pain.
‘’Doing that to me is not very good for you, is it Terry?’’