absolute

Happy Halloween FFF! Your challenge for this Friday, 10-29-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 150-275 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...cold and dead..."

He sat and pondered the architectural marvel that lay before him. He contemplated the complexity of the endocrine system and the idea of self awareness. How does a living thing transcend living to living with understanding? He admired how artfully her body was crafted. Surely some of God’s finest work. He was High as hell. But that was his normal state of being. He and Freud could have competed for who could snort the most cocaine with out their heart blowing up for days on end. He could in all likelihood snort Freud under the glass top table.

After he finished jacking off he wiped his cock on the cloth covering her face. He fretting momentarily about how he would explain this to his father...yet again. This was the third time this year. He knew there would be some, long winded and rambling lecture about taking care of his property. Then there would be the usual threats of being cut out of the will. And the obligatory “How could you embarrass the family” speak. He shed a tear that his father would likely make him wait a month before he could replace her as some weak attempt at discipline. He didn't understand the big deal. Girls were cheap and easily obtained in Europe. The company just had to acquire one and condition her. What was the big deal? All you needed after that was some heroin to keep her happy, quiet and entertaining.

He would tell his body guard about her body in the morning. There was no need to bother him now. He paused a moment to admired her cold and dead form.

I initially thought that I would use the idea that this was some arab Sheik's son. The room looks sort of ten like and the shroud on her face reminded me of a picture I saw recently of a presumably arab woman who had thrown open her burqa to expose a remarkably beautiful woman while still wearing the full head and face gear.

Any one who has read much of my crap knows my feelings surrounding muslims and arabs So I thought I would spare you the whipping of all that.

Also I didn't think I wanted to do this in as much as my last story was all about death and dieing. I wanted to get away from that lest you all think that i am some morbid closet serial killer/cannibal who kills and eats hookers. sort of gives a new meaning to the phrase going to "eat you out" never mind that. So but instead of arabs I went with the ballisticly rich New Yorker type, With Penthouse suites in all the best buildings all over the city. Who are either above the law or can afford to buy it off. The title is supposed to carry the tonality of "Absolute power corrupts absolutely"

I was thinking about her side of the story but she was kidnapped in Europe soaked in heroine and "trained" top be a sex toy for a living... not much there... just horribleness. And besides last week the women didn't give a rats ass about the guy this weeks the guy was a soulless bastard. It all evens out.

spam

Holly Smokes I got my first Spam comment! From a brothel in England it looks like. What does this mean? Have I made the big time or is this just the Big flashing L on my forehead?

weekend part deaux

Holly smokes I thought the weekend was brutal... this morning starting at 6:00 it only got worse.

You may notice that this time I am typing before the booze is delivered to my system..., almost I can feel it creeping outward from my chest... time to go now before bad things happen.

the weekend

I had a crap weekend and I have recently had a bit to dringk. I happend to sit down infront of the TV to calm my nervs and CSi was on. I havent watched the CSi in years and what do you thingk I saw.. a freeking rerun. what are the odd os theat... hick urp.. ahhhhhhh.

breasts... more

I know I post loads about breasts but... well... I am fascinated by them.
So I wonder what it must be like to be in possession of a nice pare of breasts. As the cliche goes many women sporting a nice pair are seemingly irritated by them. These women seemingly always have to tell guys they're talking to to not stare at their breasts. What must that be like to go to a party where in your breasts are more popular than you are. Guys will treat you nice, buy you drinks and things to get a look/feel at/of your breasts.
Breasts are right out there, sort of un-hideable. They are the most public of private parts. Some Men will judge the desirableness of a woman based on size and shape of her breasts. In general that is a bad thing objectification and all. But when you don't know that she is smart and funny what else do you know about her other than what she looks like and well guys size up a woman by her secondary sex traits... breasts, hips, butt tertiary traits, hair, teeth leg length... the list goes on and becomes increasingly finely pointed.
In general average guys don't have this sort of thing working for/against for them. Guys who's lifestyle involves spending enough time in the gym to build their bodies to sport the big Guns are unusual well depending on where you live I suppose. Its tough to tell what's in their wallet just by looking. In general cocks are not so huge as to be remarkably visible unless they are built like a Palomino; again unusual. Perhaps evolution will eventually help that along. As a matter of fact it really already has. the ratio of body size to penis size homosapiens have the largest penis of all mammals, but I digress.

Is it sort of cool to have great breasts because you are great by association? and if this is true the converse must also be true... how sad.
another thing about breasts that sort of follows that line of thinking... they are sort of parasitic hangers on. In general they are used very infrequently for their intended purpose. In America typically 2.3 times at about 6 to 9 months at a time. But what I am getting at here is that you have relatively little control over them or their appearance, and yet they can affect your appearance dramatically. You cant work them out to be bigger You cant hold them up out of your armpit when you lay down on your back. You cant do much to change them except for the surgical option.There are the pills, creams and vacuum bell-jars that promise to make them larger and/or firmer but the jury is way out on those options. the other option is to put them in a properly fitting brassiere, which by all accounts can be tough to find and frequently not very comfortable, especially for women blessed/cursed with larger than average breasts. The heart ache from ridicule when your breasts are substandardly sized can really wreck a woman's self confidence, confidence in general and her feeling of self worth and sexuality. For something that has so much control over a woman its a shame she has so little real control over them.

Red Alert

I dont know who reads this that is old enough to recall the Jetson's cartoon with any clarity. Maybe its not age that gives clarity... never mind that tangent.
This weekend I set about to do a couple things with my computers. HOLLY F-ing CRAP I am still not done. It really feels like some how the computers have had a conference and decided that they needed to show me who was boss around here. And they have done a fine job of that. I wound up formatting my two laptops then trying to reinstall Winblows I cant even recall how many times before I finally got them all installed and they are not really all installed there are three files missing from one of the installs. I have to find that install and...

Man what a boring bit of drivel this is so but I had a right miserable weekend beating my head bloody against the tech wall.

but you have no idea what I have been through to get to post this crappy little bit of nonsense.

Oh yes the Red Alert thing references an episode of the Jetson's t where George badmouths a robot. The robot is pretty put out by it and his friends gang up against George in retaliation until George apologizes to the offended robot.