As to addressing up in this world, all you need is a damn good business card, clean minimal with a fancy address, a designers ornament to shield you as man possibly do, hiding my arse and my hard on, as yet could not to see my nipples, just my head and hands to face the deal and for whomever would fight to removed the upper two layers of my suit, any will imagine I have a thong up my arse as pretending to be discrete and mysterious they all wonder to any arse and the more you hide it to a certain move that is not much to the easy attention but well enough to the uneasy tension to guard it as if to enter the aura of my domain you need much courage to be faced, so yes I stand quite straight all the time unafraid of how much you can cup my breast. And as I direct my eyes over the average of the mortal eye, per say, if they can walk the walk aside, behind or fore, yes I do also wear the fine lingerie of a sadist, for you to show me that how you move your underwear, becouse its something unavoidable to whom ever surrounds me. Laughed infernally for those who wished to posses that ability, as soon I'd walk off everything turns back to normal uniform. Can any f*** your mind after another of your team, till your heart pumps to discover that everyone has an intelligent skin of their own, but I wont have more than your desire to believe you could manage the power of the rage.
Hate me becouse you are a married man, or you have a zealous girl friend who wants to posses you, or becouse you are too fat or too skinny, too rich to ever purchase me and can't becouse you know I say no, no, no. Or too poor to maintain my unwanted maintenance, hate me becouse you see me while you f*** your girl friend and she has enter the portal were I reap her clothe off if she wants to keep having you to by the order of a gaining a little time of divine rage, you will always modified the impossibility with any reason towards my cunt, being utterly f***ed by a woman of free will who gives a sh*t, and will never make you finish if you give in. "I f*** Gods, my darling, real Gods, with supremacist d*ckheads not a chicken head to overcoat my breast and neck with their sperm, agh, how acidic I like the lot, after 8 hours of trying to shoot it off, I know the secrets of making a God prevail their ejaculating impulsive an emotional drip, fear, no I don't want fear, I want their resistance against my hateful and competitive drive, a second to stop and hold it is enough to control your heading theme from spiting it!
So, yes today I'm hateful as f***, ready to show the world of mine in the upper world.
Disgusted or not, I always get what I want, so okey, I'm in the upper world, going out for that for some is an ayahuasca trip and might say was a simple day, not too hot, not too cold, simply fresh, oh yeah! At first what it call my view to the rest of the panorama was this couple getting out of the car in the gas station and started getting a vibe over me as I sunk the gasoline in, imagine my body posture I have no time for details.
As he comes to me and walks kind of hypnotised and partially control for what words to say, states to my behalf to be a free man, then looking at her glaring her eyes at my so very sensitise heart, balance my head to see him more and in a submitted change of view towards her. "Tell me woman, you want to do witchcraft, this is the only Goddess your man and you have ever seeing appeared in your entire hypocrite life." Is not that there is compassion for human nature to draft you the channel, but I'm pretty clear and I always say. "I wont say it again, one time is enough." To avoid explanatory drama. She shouted standing up from the back of the car's door, who was open, "You can have him! Take him!" I was like, hello this people need severe S&M sex to discipline the thirst in their mouths, what's wrong with them? So I flipped my hands in the air like, what?
"Tell me hon? You want to suck d*ck? Suck him, suck him all you want him, I tell you that Id have you both before you give me him. So deal with it. I don't want him? He is a baby toy to have a fantasy with! and I'm the fantasy, he is the toy and you be the sucking p**sy of my Iron Hades Dildo of Charon." She was abstracted for a moment becouse she knew if to f*** or not, whatsoever yes or not, with or without this d*ck or the other, up her mouth, p**sy or arse. So, I turned to him, were he cups my hand to the gasoline gun, which was holding again and pressed stop to the machine staring at the drive of my car and said.
"Take me baby, I want it all." The girl was flipping out in colours and cooling her true colours, becouse she did like me and that was unacceptable, she wanted to have me as well, or be like me as I sensed their sexual attraction opening in a triangle angle of compressional tight perception and placing the tube of the dark oil back to its slot, said.
"Well, you will have to park your car and leave it all behind, as you might understand its not of mine be followed." This long straightened hairs to the weight of the gravity on the upper earth did not have them levitating as i'd best wish to feel for Goddess like, some how I was kind of human there as I leaned down flexing my legs inside the automobile, they were thinking something I could sense from my seat. "Hell, no, if we go, we better go now before killing each other on the drive back home to our always routine, we might have the chance of being millionaires and famous with a Goddess." And sensed from her. "So you don't want to marry me? Why do you have me for?" She runs after him, becouse after all, he was a d*ck. And pussies always scream for more, come on. You want to see my body sliding on your man and compete with me, let me watch you braking your comparisons over what the f*** is true love and what's not, or who is better to gain that and for what price or value are you putting your standards down for.
So, the private driver took off and they were so exited as insecure, the young lad held leaned his arms above my upper leg and she was kind of fine after a few miles, they wanted to talk so I was kind of manipulative enraging each of their body parts and senses, and directed them to
"Just listen to the music"
Won't describe that's so easy for you to do in your own, white people, you can't dance you have to be lead, "Sorry, I'm so sorry." Left them on the highway quite naked, aside a forest so they can feel my favourite sensual item, the sound of precision, the earth is solid as a rock and you can instrument your ear and position to its maximum penetration, "Listen I said, any false move from the music and you are out of rhythm. I have to go to the hair salon, I nearly forgot!"
So banged the door back to mine speeding like a bullet, if there is nothing I'm more psychopath for than for the very adrenaline that time space, can bring is for the very speed it does, it brings that grandioseness of ultimate freedom to an unstoppable savage waging war who victors its destiny, and will say this very fast as an accident stoped another mobile in their way in to their intend to cross mine. "Die in my car if you must, you can't cross over, I have Charon driving honey, so they unconsciously dropped their coins to not get lost before the paramedics arrived." Getting into travel is so easy as unwanted, the Ghost now mockingly motioned another form of translating from a keen extra sensorial talk out from the body, well, "What a change of live? Are we dead?" I crossed my long legs, stretching the upper one angling from above, showing the the little skin of my delicate tendon before the high heals, swinged once, then slower and then seemingly less as a pendulum soothing to a pause while accommodating my purse to the side, blinked an eye to to the retro visor of Charon asking him to please carry on. "
"Please love, you wont wan't me to have me disgusted, won't you?" He is so surveillant when he holds the handle, there is no man like a man who likes to drive as far away as possible from woman, while having her in the back seat. So he pushed the gears, he had a one of a dimensional view to move forward, huff..."You said? Oh, yess dears, you are pretty dead." So the spirits too evolved in their transition and moved on to the purgatory in a waiting realm of my heart. "Your kind is incompatible to the frequency of my business, bye!"
So, yes had fan my self with the last Italian magazine of Vogue and to the pleasure of peace watched him taking me through the highway, hum. Let's be honest, he doesn't like my ordinary looks, he likes the diva, a diva he could just take to the make up artist and hair salon for I'm as horrid as any woman could be in the morning so he left me there to pick me up again as he has his own business, that's a man, a real man who makes his woman laugh. Oh, yes. Being him is so funny, look how serious he is. He is so, so serious.
So, he took me for dinner on my request to recover my appetite, was loosing my dark essence and getting kind of pale and flat in this upper world, he knew I need it material so he could take some meat from my bones. How exquisite to be up in the elevator next to him, so tall and strong, enjoying the skylight of the capital, glimmered tinny lights like saying back to the night "We are alive, we pay our electric bills."
Im going to tell you something becouse when we seat in the restaurant of the pick of this tower, is like, you can tell who has modals in the table and there is nothing more I hate than people pretending to have modals, you can tell how relax they are without thinking out to eat. Even a person who has never joint the very high class of the skylights and political corridors of this world can simply enjoy and accept the goodness of human craft to its best, without regret and offence to what it really is, so f*** off if you can't eat well and enjoy a dinner. As we set in the reserved table, and we looked at the menu, oh, yess had studied that menu becouse is very difficult for me to choose when is all appealing, wanted all but I like the table to have one by one. Charon picked an absolutions and then he picked for me, what a greedy bastard doesn't he know what he likes first. Being said, a simple choice and that's it. It's a please. So raising my finger candidly with a nod the waitress came to the service. "Can you tell those people in the corner to relax, it's really annoying me. They can eat with their hands if they want but tell them they have to leave the resource if they don't feel the class they are among." And nearly blinked an eye to give him the threatening idea of death if did not, becouse that is how the servitude works under fears of being fired if not pleasing their clients. Tip always make them a fair evaluation to their works. And if you don't have much money, go always to the same restaurant to make it your field.
Looked at Charon now that could feel his greedy annal mind more relax and told him. "Is all bullsh*t, it has been a decade that I don't go to a fine restaurant every other week end, I prefer to cook so is more theatrical and the party stays at home, but my mother the Goddess of the Night and my ex-husband Pallas lost it all ther goods betting on my sister Lilith then the other betting in Kali, the serpent dancers, they really thought the investment was in making a man watching her body for no aims to be more valuable, in revenge to male kind after my dad Tartarus? Bah! What a foul to not trust in the fortune of the free spirits of mine. It was then that I meet you and you Oath to Hades to be my ferry man, when this lake not many friends had. Stop looking at me like that, I know you hate this music, is only used so it helps to build up a rage dynamic who is repressed as a tomb in this upper world."
If to swear by the Gods in Olympus this man doesn't talk and he is company. As the dishes was presented as a painting, giggled as a little brat as he seats humbly accepting the craft of others to him, savouring how his palate would taste the same dish he selected as a kiss from the distance, each element had a porpoise so we talk about the dish in detail and cheered surrounded by the beauty of the architecture, he is so beautiful to look at, sweet like fine medicine. So slowly dying when I look at him, if to stop existing to just see him I obey the rhythm of fork and watch carefully how he sips, you know the refine class can psychoanalyse you just by the manners you decode in the table. Is a secret among the high class who is passed from generation, to generation as for those who enter, and is human, it's slow. I recommend to always eat a filthy fat nasty burger before going to a fine restaurant so you don't eat with a fast desperate hunger, without sensing the hours and hours and processing of the elaborated food. Anyone can do that, everyone does once in a while. This is why I lost my appetite, becouse there was nothing to celebrate. And he drove my appetite back.
Latter on to a concert of classical epic music of some of a favourite worldwide's soundtrack, an orchestra with digital music, nourishing the sound of silence, he walks like a lion slowly, as having many lioness around when showing one, people thought how rich he must be to have me dress for him, and he stands out openly once out.
Next day waking up wherever it was. "To be honest Charon, I'm a little board of the same, could you take me to the Museum?" So we went there and remembered all the people who died in the past and well. "I know, was the best King France could ever have and the ever last. Now, they resent all the kings of Europe those resented french bastards without a King and Queen, ah" Charon was not really into Royal gossips, but he listened as if he was in a traffic jam with no other choice, another moment of those knowing what I would say without paying much interest. "And, look at them claiming to be liberals at the mist of an ecological revolution, come on how does Trump shake hands for oil and electricity? Without investing in new platforms of values with technology? At least our Kings relate to their colonies and all their allies, something Trump is puppet from, trying to walk his way from the Queen, he is good to make countries love their own more and help stop immigration." Charon breathed heavily abstracted by the each masterpiece in the halls, how a life time was crafted in one single page for ever, and as he admired the layers and strokes he showed me how much I've mist my point. "Styx, is all history, now one gives a damn thing. Unless they want a station, why do you think I'm so rich? Becouse I drive them to that station, look at how much attention you give me just so I drive you here and there and all else? Do you think the world needs this paintings or Royalties? Who cares? This portraits make people believe they are special, the collection is ambitious and overpriced" Forged his hands with greediness, as if having a plan.
Charon is not really a spoken man, when it comes to me, resilient, he nodded forgetting, all he wants is to silence me under my river, coz I'm as talkative as hateful, so he proposed to me to rehearsal for a speech in TED, lets remember he is the God of Greed and will reserve everything he must for his drive and his souls, if to quiet me down with the reservoir of my ambition to recycle every possible thought, emotion and material with a natural return to the earth he will push me as far as possible so I keep talking, away as possible till I do it. Could listen to his body talking as well as we walked in the Museum, and he said hugging by the backside of my shoulders and holding my tight to him while staring to a painting of a general in a horse. "It might be a futuristic idea" In his small talk.
So I asked him again to drive me to the supermarket and in the car told him, he was paused as one of those man who lets their woman talk and do as they wish in order to not establish a mutual conversation and kept talking my head off. "Rio has no idea of this world, our son, he must be ridding his motorcycle wishing to be as you or like me, to integrate who he wants to be, taking the girls or boys out in their own bikes so we look at him with pride for what he got, our child, is being with us for so long now, a grown man now with his own abilities, if he survived Hades look, Charon, seriously tell me, I'm tired of all this! He is as lost as a boomerang in the air to return home, he is going no were. Is not the food but some nourishment to get out stronger again, he needs you Charon, he needs your deep voice, is not guidance but he will copy so much of you as a driver and as me as his gasoline. Wish him competition, with some girl or boy or both, you need connections in the upper world as much my river has in Hades, the upper world is costly payed and you know that. Come on don't look away, I know you have a secret bank account, just please, Charon, you must give him a credit, all thats of mine in this plain must be to do some supermarket shopping, I can serve him all the directions and connections but if you don't give him credit he will regret your distance to him, give him a definite choice and only direction, with credit, he will pay it back. He hardly talks about your rejections, why are you so greedy, oh, Charon, come on Charon, will you? Hum?" Rubbed his upper leg so his vessels tensed less while he drove me to the supermarket, I loved how he hated me being so manipulative, becouse there is so much need for him to do what I can't and he only could if he would, perhaps. "Please, Charon, please I beg you, don't leave him like that as if he a grown up, he still needs another decade of growth."
So he left me, Charon hated my entangled wants and would do anything to stop in any other station, it was not of his to near our son, why? Only Jesus and God know. Charon will drive you for money, even if you are his child push you to the mortals so he remembers then how to enter his heaven and to gain their path on their own. Motherly what's of ours but to deal them both. So he gave me a few golden coins of his and as the God of Greed he is, he did have his affinity to crave his greed for. "Thank you, hon!" And he left me without saying a word, I trust him, even if it doesn't work, I always trust my husband.
This is fun, there is nothing a Goddess of Hated loves more than going to the supermarket, just to compare how good I'm despite the high class restaurant, its a delight to constantly compare ingredients, textures, the matureness in the vegetables, how crunchy or spicy, comparing, comparing brands, comparing tags, comparing places. It was a never ending shopping list, frequenting the always chosen places, this place for this, that for that, talking to strangers and my best friends in the supermarket.
The always tight and suppress their smile when they see me in the back of the line from their classier, and they compete to have me first, you could count the seconds and items they deliver and sometimes they do it very slow, knowing the next customer has more groceries, just to have a little talk with me. Some times, I stop in the line pretending I'm looking for a brand on the isle and let some customer take my place, becouse I also like an specific cashier, and he is the Chinese man, I like the thin Irish too, but I can't help when it comes for choices. So calculative when it comes to the cashier, sometimes I go to the back of the line and ask an old lady and ask her to follow me and walk her along "Yes I'm going to get you first, they are are wonderful people" And they all nod and smile knowing how yes, yes, yes, they all are, one after the other and its all a directed theatre. So, the Chinese man told me how his work is better than mine, and he told me how he got a brain cancer becouse of doing a Yoga position with all his body on top his head. He had surgery, and is younger than me. He told me how he came to this country having no language and how happy he was after he encountered death, like a little chubby buddha. That's why I like him while the Irish young lad is more f***able of the timid virgin kind who makes you feel as a pervert when you talk to them, he tells me how he prefers to work in a supermarket, but he never tells me why, I really try to convince him to tell me why, every time he is stacking the merchandise is like, yes, here I'm again. Oh, and how I love becouse he has OCD and he hates how the boss from India, doesn't place it orderly as he does. Going to the supermarket of my choice is like being in a south American soap opera. Then it's the guard, a black on his 40's from Africa, he stands there as a gentleman and pretends to not look crazy while talking with me for a long time. He loves to stop the British Ladies with the machine who detects stollen groceries, maybe he doesn't purposely but I swear it only stops the British Ladies, and he really acts as a British gentleman, he is so in love with them in those seconds to save them from the alarm.
So, he does laughs and tells me that the tomatoes are better if they come from Spain or Mexico, becouse now they are taste like plastic, not juicy, so I'm like. "What kind of tomatoes you have in Africa, Sinagal, you said?" So, he tells me his story, and then I go shopping to the Afghanistan kind of supermarket, this make it as 2.000 years ago, with products of today and gives me Romanian cigarettes for half the price, I like to invest my money in all his vegetables, becouse when I forget my credit card he always tells me to pay another day. And the young Jamaicans who hustle him for prices, think we have a love affair becouse we always team up so they back off and immediately they think about sex, we always look back at the Jamaicans like, pay your thing and grow up. Well, he also lets me use his restroom and it looks like inside a village in the middle east.
Then as I move to another places, there is place who has the vitamins I like with the only sun dried tomatoes, that's it, I changed my bread supplier from them when I found my Polish Store who has a german bread for just a fresher price, that's it there. And garlic becouse now you have to walk another mile to get organic garlic who tastes like garlic, this neighbourhood is so difficult, so after all, beloveds, what could one do? Ask Charon. "This can't go on, I need another place their stories are old and I don't know, I like it too, but... there is a place that I want to go, would you take me?" Don't believe me, he is not my driver, but he takes me to places, Charon exists in your mind and you can note down your shopping list, and number it by priorities, and make your preferences and places to form a new resume or life, or decorative style, or body type, to get your greed tight for that drive you want, you will have to calculate becouse he has no unswears for you, you will say were, Charon represents my best friend, the best ally you can have in your mind and actions, in your work and pathways to be a better person, to purchase a better career. You must talk with the Charon who hates to listen at you, but will say a significant unswear, and he will stop you there were you wan't. He is not a person, he is not your boss or the people who work with you. Charon gives you a choice in the The pinnacle of the hierarchy in your shopping list, in the dish to pick in the menu, at the painting who will make him talk.
So, It feels better now, after the ride of the ferryman, Styx and the spirits in this world are truly nothing without paying him an honour.
Puzzled but charmed, the news in Hades brewed as I held the some last conversations to my sisters of Hell and outer dark beings which to my unpleasant ear said.
"What can I tell you?" Another story and another day going wild.
"Yes, fine I guess the nanny is off? Agh! Then I must, is my baby Boy." Flattered for the calamity would now listen to another embassy, on call this time the Limbo. "Oh, well Charon is there to take the ride, what do you wan't me to do? To stop the river from flowing, I'm out!" About midday called approaching another one. "I can't pay you, your business can die and rotten within the last pit of hell, I'm investing no more in your old fashioned sinners, Agh! Get real!" After hunging out, forged my hands as a psycho, that fix idea who constantly change, and remained through the change into a new plan got interrupted by another call, this time it was nor less than an identifiable God, called Morpheus Gods of dreams this two stand at the entrances of Hades. "Hypnos needs you, don't go you are wise enough to help me induce any therapy, so I'm known?" Agh, that noise was my leg pushing the chair aside to seat in the last demand. "Me wise? Since when I had given good advise? Hate me, I can't sale the news with such de minor,... once anyone wakes up, they all forget about the illusion of dreams and the hypnotic information, so? I need to have a little fun as ordinary people do."
Was not really certain of my role in the upper world, seating vagrant after all those wavering years lowering the volume of my phone till the end and isolating any psyche to an inner spectrum, until a single mode motherly there is nothing more hateful than that.
Started to rehearsal, I couldn't, I shall not, it wouldn't what more hateful words were there in my frustrating dictionary to sin again, no, not to my son. You or I, will, it must, you have too! No I use that for ruling with enigmatic direction, then perhaps, maybe, it might. I like might! You are so mighty. The set takes a little timing after all this is my last trial and why not embrace it as a mother. Between two worlds, trust me, you can do this, what ever the cause pain or more pain till I'm numb how could girls resist the beauty of my child? He is painful...... aghhh... must go to the living room of this city, in this country and continent, on a side of the globe, a center piece, to get on the tendencies of his Era and talk to Rio Styxx about a live I'm not truly aware.
So I found words I never thought I find and after writing in the blackboard some natural scientist proven facts and mathematical sequences to the abstract world we came from and how the structures of civilisation cope in multicultural levels, classes, manners, presentations, history, the revolutionary era of industry, started to theorise and brushed away the white chalk, and my arse moved at each stroke for the streets I drew as tourist do. And turned back letting the gifts reserved for the age of man with an urge to foresight a benevolent future, not too much on the after sight of science fiction. "Rio, this place needs some decoration"
At the sudden look of his, after the class guess this place is as as small as a dove's hole. "Rio, I'm sorry your Daddy owns a life time to the Government of Hades and I've been too spiritual to compete with the golden coins he achieves, so this is it." As if the memory of yesterday was blown towards me breathed away with the melancholy, that young we were as Rio is right now. "Your daddy did wish to raise you up here, to teach you fishing and hunting, to leave me alone as I must, but the hallucinations I had provided him letting him believe whatever his illusions wished, what would a lover offer to the offers of his man?
It was such a fluency between our bodies that he thought he was becoming water himself, he tried to controlled me, then the climate, to frozen me, to dilute me if I was too cool, delude me driving him self crazy, because I, I'm just a river who boils when hot. We returned back home to Hades, on his request, loyal to his duty embarking the souls here and there, well and there it goes the ride of the Ferry Man. All his wishes abroad, so here we are for the state of his healthy ride."
Agh... breathed away, if to purify the dialect of modern live, live? "Rio?" Both bad and good, I wont make a hero or bring a man down, we are related to every other family aspects, specially the missing ones who calls us into their dark side. "Your Grandma, Goddess of Darkness must he antagonising for the rains in this city, today I walked out and the clouds were gone, a shinny sky above an orange avenue by the pale buildings in the road filled with that fall offers and all wet, like if the rain said, it was not me. And you see it under the sun light, it was not me, have you seen me rain, rain?" For a moment deluded myself in thinking he was not very connected with the weather, that he perhaps was a river himself, I comprehend a man in eager and a man in ease, a man board till hell and it was not me he needs, could see it in his eyes as if they were mine, for that you can't forget within the waters of the lost. "Non might be taxed Rio, if that's whats you wish, you can have them all"
They live within every drop of us, as we in them and them with you, and non too as the very lost, lost, lost it all and in all lost, all that goes around is substantial, there is nothing without them that history might tell, is something the mighty work with up here to take another last breath. To live intensely again for just one more breath. I don't wan't my stygian stories but for them to free them out from the power of their domain, up on earth.
A knock in the door from outside the house stoped, as I opened and there she is a beautiful young lady poured in wet as for this evening, said. "Excuse me, do you know where is Rio Street? My Google Map lost signal, I'm looking for help to get out from this tempest rain."
-He was a small speck in a vast world of power… a seed to the taxer of the river. A particle of nothingness. No senses and no reason for being. A simple void of confinement. And yet the greatness and mercy of the River had created LIFE! He could begin to sense, touch, taste, and listen to those around him. The blood of innocence coursing through his veins as the demons that surrounded the waters wanted to grasp within him, wanting to join the ranks of power. A demon from the Void that had gripped on to him, to travel by his side. To join the New League of Legends from those that were below. The sense of power that grew within him as he knew nothing. He had no sense of life, yet he yearned to feel such power and taste the desires of what this world had to offer him. How could one desire something that they have never had? Never touched? How could one even know what such power was about? Opening his eyes as a black like Tar oozed through his lids. He could see the black void in a bleak state. The oozing black tar floating a top as it quickly raised towards the surface. Lifting his head as he watched the direction that they were traveling, he began to sway his feet towards that direction. He could feel his body rise from the depths of the darkness as he had broken through the barrier of the waters. The sound of the water splashing around him. As he could hear her words, claiming him to rise from the depths.
"Aghhh... rise Rio, rise from the fissures of a new world!"
-Taking a deep breath as he was ready to take course of the life that awaited him.
-The lost souls in the river had brushed up against him as they had sensed a second current of the river. A small piece of his mother had flowed within him. Being dragged downwards as the many hands that laid upon him trying to feel and sense the sensation of the new current that had a piece of history flowing through him. Turning his gaze towards her as she had vowed a new meaning of life for Rio. So much had happened around him and the River Styx had awoken the new currents, to flow out of the barrier.
-He could feel his heart pacing rapidly within his chest as looked at his surroundings, her words were firm, embedded in his head so that he knew she was the one that would have full command over him. She wanted her son to get the best of this world and the next.
[Age of a New Legacy]
-Raising his palms as he glanced down at them. His hands trembled as the curiosity of who he was. He was a new being… a son… a current… in form of a new life. To live to his full potential and also to release the beast and demon from within the confined spaces of his body. Meant to be born with greatness as he lifted his gaze towards those that surrounded him.
-He was a new version of what he was meant to be. Lifting his chin up as the water began to drain past the coarseness of his beard. Dripping down as the sound echoed through the darkness of the Cavern. The demons taking over of what was to become of him.
[Admiration]
-Though the demons had filled within his soul as The River Styx had tried to salvage her son from being trapped within the river's path. She knew that his fate was not here but in the next life and as she had tried to protect him from it all, he was weak. He stumbled like a newborn child in the midst of it all. As he was dragged out of the waters, his pale milking body covered in bloody membrane had begun to cover with his destiny. Like ink to a scroll, he was the future of the river.
-Looking at her as she cleaned him up, his tar black eyes had now cleared way, the demons slowly bleeding out of his skin as she cleared him from those that were to harm him from thriving.
-As they were on their travels to safety, he could not take his eyes off of her. She was a true Goddess in form. She was his soul protector, the one woman that he could trust in his existence. As she was making arrangements for him, he slowly had covered his body. Though this was all new to him, it was as if she was guiding him mentally. He sensed that she needed to leave and it was then that he had felt like someone had killed him. A wound that he had not desired. A life without his mother. To have another person take him under their wing was preposterous.
-He never wanted to forget her, and even though she began to prepare him for the next world, he knew that he would always go back to his roots. The River was his calling.
At every ending era swept down bellow the earths, swaying in movements of multicoloured darkness, heavier draining away with all the deaths whom I hugged down the rustling slippery hells. Besides the usual fear afflicting their present to a non embrace, my head was hold very low, there might be an ugly dreaded scene when the lost is found, because who want's change unless death presents. Crackling, brushing away your last breaths with skilful fingers whom gently pursues the soul making the mass of your bodies so heighten in spirit that nothing is being left behind.
Meticulously, the creatures of the Underworld rapidly opened the gates in circumference the swallowing machine whom adjust in conjunction to all it's passages vibrated through the rocky walls and foundations of Iron, the agitated doors who collapses if not held tightly vibrated for the intensity of the frequent energy, this phenomena occurs at the savage war, the trials, the last trials positions to welcome a mass of man's disasters.
Beyond the tip of the hill of Madness you will find Zeus laughing unseen for their Gods to die as well with them, as the population runs in their footsteps, packing powerless to carry non much of their possessions, fearing death nears. "What have we done? Why God, why?"
Survivors passed by the sorrowed pestilence of the decay, hunger by misery and this very chaos who is unsustainable but to observe the death with non desire left to be held, migrating with the changes, if not harvest their own earth. Will they recover to follow the signs of abundance, once meet, they will see their nation destroyed to an end to birth anew one.
Gradually the meeting in the underworld fainted the fears and attachments in turned for its psychedelic nature the Furies danced as the Graces raised me to my knees from the exhaustion, as I had no more spirit left to wage. Pleased to their companionship looked both sad and grim for the day the Dragon came, held my hand on a rock, standing partially set in it, telling them.
"There must be another cause to to the perilous waste of killing them all, their spiritual connectives in the journey shall be open within the body of the upper world."
As far as ever it seem the end the quest stepped above the stream over the water's narrow who foamed with heat airs out the wide shadowed valley sheltering riches of the occult banks, for those who did not dare to follow the river when alive could look at the cavernous beast from the distance and aside the heavy cloak of the greedy Ghosts who pay penance from the victims of war. "Is not perfect" Harsh away the stony waters.
"I want more!" Preparations had taken place for the secrecy were the dark nymphs stripped Charon's cloth, massaging the skin as an expedition into the ferry man's travels. However, we all need a phallic figure to penetrate the inverse shape of a woman, but I'm tired now to explain it. "Damn the earths of the Underworld to the human sight waken!"
Stood alone halting my arms to pillar an antic magic to the open sky above, no sign was printed to move, a guidance just whom perk enough to tackle, discovering a new vision, herd a sharp crack whom invisibly broke throw the floors of the river, bubbles of melting lava washing away from Tartarus Hell's pouring a reddish thick eruption to an excellent performance whom had lived through the eternals split out the every convulsion at play forming an opening to this new birth. Screamed "Aghhh... rise Rio, rise from the fissures of a new world!" The miraculous waters wandered their own drops across his body, arousing in matter to the multiplying cells whom matched each other by building him with the information of every ride his father had across the times. Out the waters a New God was formed.
I can't speak of the beauty I feel, is not that I'd wish to skip, but during this moment of astonishment
Hades was along the ending corridors of his castle who hauled up is rope by the sense of his birth standing up with ruling control ordered to his guardians "What the hell is going on?" As fast they nodded while the creatures of the infernos shouted and some ghost by the earth's movement scape to another hell it was not theirs, a commotion blasted the universal colours with a blends of black and forwards with abstracts airs along every legion, the Guardians tumbling at his, arranged their feet to stand solemn. "Its the Styx, the River Styx!" His thin eye gleamed to the the confines. "This is not the river Styx!" A louder crack at the walls of his castle broke by a crescent water inundating his hall about three feet in a laps of seconds. "Go after the menace, till there its the time, the river Styx is under my dominion! Find the cause and bring it to me!"
A hole appeared suddenly about the ground as the waters sink down, trembling lest to fade away, this river had as many entrances as exists, the guardians of Hades, Cerberus and Shadow to a high perch of beady eyes and head cocked on one side, having a sudden drill to their run.
Slowly without a sound pushed the waters diving into them as the Dark Nymphs submarine around Rio out lining his body into their deep dark eyes, yawning their mouths lead them heads forward, hands down as for the important occasion ragefully passive pump parallel to his torso, then shoulders then head.
"Rio, my son you ain't gonna be a clandestine team mate to just the underworld, I want you out."
The dark Nymphs bathed their hands in the feels of his muscles, following till the joint, following the shapes widened their palms stroking their imagination to touch him some more, discovering the monument of his drive, crawled beguilingly to mouth him as I held his shoulder from above the waters.
"You can let the river take abroad, wretch whose natural gifts are poor in your virtue! Oh my baby boy!"
From underneath the waters the dark nymphs secured to suck him holding such enmity with a swift of devotion, a sudden vigour woke to his eyes as he seem to pay mama's attention.
"The legions of Hades are too old and boring" The glow in their hands as they skip from one another to mouth his d*ck head in the rituals of the damn, sharpened their teeth taking it away from each other infernally digesting the manuscript of his desire, contorting their necks to swallow him deeper. Could perceive the difficulty in understanding me, it seem his eyes were some were else."I will need a baby sitter for you my boy, just don't call her princess, ok?"
Minutes latter called Kiki for help. "Well yes, I don't think the Underworld is a proper place to raise another apocalypses, a New River Styx called Rio Styxx will ride between humans taking them one by one into the changes."
Sometimes, some were nest to you, you will see Rio making you emphasise the remarkable quality of his father Charon the Ferry man and his Mom the river into a ride, recounting the seconds to the divine revelation, whispered to the new Era before the guardians of Hades arrived, because the evilest from all is faster that what even Hades can on this path which only the river Styxx can have.
Lay bare in soul let the unknown drive you while you are still alive for this New generation has a greater plot in humans hands.
At the opening of event the entrance of Hell, rituals conversed before conjuring for apparitions, the exits are tinny and many of them smaller to reason, disguised by dissociative sculptures to attain your adoration in a full eternity to the winds who succumb your desires to escape before the times and at the same time hold your energy till it over comes, the solid slippery rocks who never change but at your fall, the Pantheon of war and then at my horns, an appointment for this shallowness timing gets before too late.
From ancient buildings to the lost treasuries of every King the Furies have accompanied me for the excommunication of being found, the mud across the shores out to every influential port lets me see how many different drives we get to have. At the filth of my bare feet, I feel the architecture of the towns to smell the essence for his haunt. Charging the cavalry of the Furies with hatefulness rasped their tightly strung nerves, whom as storms an acute sound broken the glass off walls for any legion to my spirit enter in body at the upper world. Vengeance, by a flip second, disturbed against the alignments taking flight as I corralled with my power them wavering screams, open your spirit to the broken Oath whom shall die, the heavy pall of smoking demons flowed to the uncaring earth, each finger excavated for an introverted catapult, each curvy horny pointy nail grasped through the times and space ready to plunged into the gaping wounds whom not heal by false promises.
You walked in the city of Athena guarding the days of Glory, sticky with blood back in the underworld of my river's Nightmares, frozen our cunts his distraught mind. "Fly with me, my Dark Nymphs that I'm turned on as the Hell's Rage" Vagabonds of the occult whom submerge into their bodies rushed though bullets, stripping knifes, premeditated accidents with whom repeatedly singed thoughts of allegory, "Fly with me to the death's dance"
Were are you for me to clench? My skin radiated a form who shape shifted for its mobile, muscular yet flexible pausing at the door attempted a conciliatory smile for him to let me enter. Within the darkness my blazing eyes penetrated an extraordinary vision of demonic fury. "I can't wait, I can't, I'm coming for you" As suddenly made a jump lading atop in the paired moment of grabbing to his through above his sleep, my both thighs stroked to the sides of his pelvis at the passing blood flashing steel my fingers of iron accordingly to the predictions, plunged into a vulnerable state between dreams and nightmares. "Francis, you.... " Carnivorously my appetite winged out while swallowing the illusion of mortal's saliva in this landing reality to the earth of his living. "Agh.. Francis!"
There was no shame to attend a sailor to my river, desperately tired to the intrusion the savage Furies streamed back from the triangle of Hell, dazzled by the beauty in the sealed eyes of his eternal sleep at the hinge of his, turned abruptly towards the sealing marking an inner voice with indignation, I forgot what I'm doing in here? Will consider to take a brake for this appetite, flinched my face back with an instinctive action touching the body he cared most. It's quite difficult for a Dragon to maintain itself within such psychical structure, a man who is possibly still on a laid at my mercy of my p**sy, smirked wildly for the safety whom the furies granted me a secret power between my stygian legs.
Were was now? Still running inside with my porpoises, palmed away from his neck down his torso allowing the anonymity of the night to dissolve my senses pursuing to discover a hidden secret of the Devil, that Best guarded him so well, an inner thrill grew for my search as between his bones down to his shy body rocked seating more comfortably swallowing his last breath to remain immobile but for his grown manhood to keep palpitating a certain oxygen, such a bitter humiliation to force a vital need I had long to manoeuvre directly, rubbing him down driven by the tip and around, hopefully he is still dreaming, I took one last look and touch, and well I couldn't stop this weirdly ascendance from an inferno whom fills the abyss which lights by a torch at hand, what a thick beautiful d*ck you have Francis paused in trance at the top of the narrow positioning a pervert hunger to a line. How many times have I told you that I like to watch, Francis? Hum, just watching, yeah.... Brushing angrily to the sides carelessly aware that another emotion had intruded a sensation that might tantalise my fear to succeed, looking intently down into the phallic shadow corners of his glimmering d*ck and balls, hum cupping his balls, hum, his d*ck too, what a d*ckhead to punch myself with, bathed by my p**sy river had no more desire than I would normally jerk off with uneasiness afflicted by the pain of reading the veins who strongly drew my inner lips, to have him, to not have him, restlessly shaken down my arse in a get go, to the pleasure of Aghh.... huff....grrrr..... Francis, Francis your blue eyes, momentarily masking the devastation a greedy a rattly rain washed away before the window. How can I ask you for permission, rapidly took him in again and again tasting nothing but a shivering juice at the very end of my seat, Francis, hum, ooOhhm, shh... swinged, kneeling up on my toes, sleep for me, as I rap my arse upwards and down, climbing every inch at the oblivion to remember again, racing to a rage whom inflamed my breast and hungry p**sy curving my back back up my shoulders to his drive on automatic, up breathing out my neck, chin, cheering teeth, Oum Francis, baptise me into your river, hum, clasped an uncensored moaned to not wake him, while playing with my fingers in my cunt's penetration, inclined to perceive him better, your eyes, imagined his open eyes, slowly, cautiously because aware to a source who sent me, I believe is true, placed his hands on my upper legs, this tasted nearly as necrophilia, hum that much of a loneliness I'm drawn forwards, hum, agh,.... ouch, ... not really interest right now for the command who has send me here for, sucked him some more, what's more important for the Goddess of Rage across my walls his pole flung at home, how innocent and incredibly, stirred murmuring in his sleep a little more, just more movements. Snatch my hands away holding my breast as if were his, if you could touch me, ...agh, round me by this desire in the moonlight, his face looked soft could see my long hairs as a pendulum to a feel, for such a big man I want than this feverish contemplation to a flaming air of a cleared space to have him in, digested the nerve system of his core to my open gate who stretched to suck him some more,.. hum, noo but shall not, hum...oohHOHhoo crawling my hands by laps as a blind woman till his lips, if he was awake would he hate me? Laughed insanely for the grandiose power to moan again. Straining against his body with excessive demand, tightened, strangled to demolish his unbreakable iron by a masturbating rhythm. Francis, your eyes crushed my soft breast before his silken body, I feel so plunged deeply for your murders that I'm dying to exist, begging for you in a kiss of death, grasp my breath before his lips gently to serve him, but no, I can't kiss him, his roughness warned me of that psychotic state he bring spirit into me and I'm theirs to his deadly actions. I would scream so loudly as if I was alive right now, agh.. hummm, ohummn no Francis, you, are The Great Red Dragon, don't let them see the bleeding in your eyes.
No one likes to be raped, or being taken unwillingly in and out, call him names for the things I will do to his body with this bewildering misery to have him some more, hum, oh sh*t, I could do so many things to you, but fully awaken, no, no, penetrated myself with his d*ck again, energise as nymphomaniac, what an ugly word to my nature, it has become so controversial now I have to hide in the occult of his nightmares. I have to ask for your permitting word, for when do I question, lick his cheek till his ear, "Don't show them your eyes Francis, the end nears in them" For the intentions of the underworld I have being put on, poured a shower of transparent orgasm, drying it from with my other hand, Ohgh, I hate when so wet. Lie down to rest for my guilt stopped arrested quite sorry afterwards, seating on the side of his bed, held him in my arms beside my generous breast taking out from a sack I left before an Hade's iron net to mask his eyes from to have the unpenetrable truth be seen, while caressing his torso to everything he had been all night, treating him like my boy for this via aeterna covered his misunderstood sweet blue eyes for the exchange of a Dragon's flight into the air and vanished in 2 seconds and half. "In the flames of a reddish moon, out your bite I'll come." The Furies kissed his forehead for a goodnight, one after the other, for the past, present and future venting their wings a hell.
Being a little more authentic regarding real life, I wish to share as a Generation X, we are the Zenith of an Era and the Begun of a new one, so yeah we are the kids from the 80's and the ones who had gig enough for the Millennium to be right here googling it. There was much sex and drugs in the air, fun highs and some violent parents hitting low from the stress of the days. So, we are not as the Millenniums who cry and shout for anything in their bubble, delete and block as if they own something so special, killing what role play is about and taken the ideas we fight for, to their projection.
We went out there to war, programmed by our parents and teachers for the new technology that we are The First and we will be genius. I wish I could convert this writing into a role play chapter so Styx separates the deaths and hells for this two generations,... well too latte!) Is not love and hatred and all those emotions, is not sex or about sensual consent, is something else with all of it included by the elements of the players to simply keep it rolling, loving it, some times lost, some times, editing, streaming, in communal writings, who is the leader, you can only carry the Leading of your own theme and why do you follow, why do they follow, what is they love, what is the attention for, is it real enough, is it authentic, do I feel it real, that was the statistic I would mention more as older I'm growing on this. Loosing my appetite for fame, yeh, I used to managed many groups, and 10 wars at a time for years, we would laugh so loud and the competition was for learning and moving on, as a Queen was thrown in the streets of shame, she would be picked by the Emperor of Greece and become an Empress, people really died, people really showed their clashing limitations, the groups were solid as rocks, the alliances, they made their own websites and the fame blowed away, and we entered into new realms, sci-fictions, comic verses, we pushed incognito to help the Milesians achieve what they have today and we worry for the 80.000 online on each side who have no clue of were the rules of loving it.
Its quite difficult for you to see some of us bragging of how famous we are, or how we like the attention in the internet, and how many likes we desire to achieve as the Millenians do, no, we had that in an other way, we came to initiate what the world is rotating around right how, and we know that. Such things as self employment and Billionaire firms who started from scratch in the unknown ocean of the internet. Not reliable, not conservative, not a trusty, among best friends, yet loyal to explore and conquer, f*** Facebook and Instagram. I organised parties in other parts of the world and groups of meditation from yahoo groups and there is were Role Play was born, from the Generation X, Generation Z our children.
I'd wish to share some perspectives that I contemplate for a book I'm writing with my old friends and new friends for the world of RP. I keep track of every mail with screen shots and recording in their consecutive folders, even if is not replied for copy right reasons on new friends.
On this chapter, because is a generational jump for the forms of relation in role play I wanted to impress myself with the context of love and sex on this chapter, and dimension that signifies to simply connect on an intimate level (Sex, no sex is relevant and irrelevant). Yet, is associated with "The Connection of Love" Here is were I wish to direct the theme who is banging the back of my brain for the moment I stoped writing this book, 3 months? 4? 6? I feel it coming and it hits an uneasy bottom on my mother board, one I'm engineering for its function, from a psychological level into to a collective level, let's not forget the physical body. We walk out to work, some veterans just do the groceries and have to deal with PTS, some others live from a crazy check thanks to the Government's tax payers and this world's relations keep on for all of us, we move in the bed to sleep and we keep relating so what is happening with this modus operandi in which we step in actual ground, no, not high ground. Real Life and the interchanges of this two dynamics between role play and real life, is called relational psychology is relating to things that have no real context, but relationally it associates to that truth in a complete unreal concept, metaphorically, based on the pattern or whatever it associates with.
Many of you, have achieved by degree of role play an experiential statistics that happens by its nature, is well appreciated and it becomes quite convenient the need to create "Extra boundaries" among your own characters, interactions, not just because they have their own nature of being and habitat, but because you are also a serious person and need order to deepen totally and become into the character's persona for tendencies, mechanisms of respond and reaction to compose with, specially for real life as well. Boundaries start to grow as much imagination does, also the way you store your information, it will dictate the level of your Intelligence, but that is only for a directly speed in commune sense were you find the elements were you placed them in order to be used in the right time and what for.
Boundaries are like the, days we take away from role play, months or years, to create something substantial or new, or to simply maintain something of its own existence.
I had my self two new Mac Pro's broken by an ex-boyfriend thrown purposely vented his coffee in and a husband I shall divorce or not who simply slashed it against the wall. I might be a horrible partner as a wife or girlfriend, there is no match for me as a role player. Those boundaries come part with the package of role playing, read the manual or not, be prepared from your own mistakes, it can be your mother banging at the door till you get out and the new strategy for family meetings were you make agreements on one hour a day to be shared before Christmas until that day you are theirs, until there is no more Xmas.
Children, I love being a child with my children and teach them through player, come on I'm a role player. Working is enough seriousness to make everyone happy without anyone noticing it was you igniting them so they pay more attention thanks to the endorphins that the brain create through fun and player. Because you have to pay the bills, to role play, hello? Read, Music, the finest Arts, goofy me, hate me, just leave me alone in this spacial frequency I love.
Some people have judge me in real life saying, "Is because you have nothing so you have to create a fiction." Is not truth, I wont say all the things I did in RL, hello? And keep doing better thanks of learning the protocols to enter into any realm, real or not.
So what is all this love about, I went to the psychiatrist 6 month ago, unluckily they gave me no drugs to sooth this dilemma. Not even one pill, after calling for the ambulance to get me out of my suicidal thoughts, not suffering, just resigning life with pride. I asked my doctor to give me a pill so I can organised better my thoughts, meaning my love, who is holding in oppositions to let fo off, so I can succeed without this resistances.
I had sued the company I work for a lack of discrimination, what I call disorganised discrimination for a lack of priorities who affects me gradually on any interaction no matter is a sport, I can't play with the boys because the girls are too slow (in my Era) at work, I don't want to be the best or the worst, I want to be validated as a player and part, and I think is genius to love what you do.
And I absolutely need it a Doctor to drug me, how can you love as a role player? Then you find out those characters are not the same writer you were in love for over a decade. Thanos was not the same writer, (he had nothing with me and hardly know this writer or character) Poseidon is not the same writer ( he had nothing with me either) I simply loved them and utterly believe it was the same writer, genius! As long as I kept loving to everything around holding the string that united this reason, could care less of my real life love and how many writers loved him, I loved them all too, we all shared and eat from the same soup of letters.
I mean come on, I'm a loyal woman to simply be in love with a special point of reference and single man, I D E A, as Styx is a binding Oath. I swear that if I didn't get hospitalised, I wouldn't be able to sue this company who is offering me money right now, but not as much as I wish and need till the day of the trial dictates how much is my life worthy AH! But I remember well my suicidal letters, every times I changed character to change my mind more and write from another angle, again a goodbye letter, thinking how to end my life without causing a disgusting scenario behind. All I want is my kids, and no war to love be a mother, a worker and woman. So, I was creative enough for an spectacular Front Page in the News; Discrimination for being European within the Brexit culture in London. No I wont play the female Victim for their sexist un-adaptation of my expansion. I'm not competing with anyone, we need more in the work field, if you can't reply to a damn good chapter in RP, study how would you pass the page so you have another chapter. Is not about Europe, Muslims or UK, USA or Mexicans, what is preventing in getting what we want in rivalry is how we get there as a team. Boundaries from what is unacceptable, access the expansion to be superior. Green technology will make us enter into a new Dimension and only creating this one will let the old forms of consuming energy, make them invest instead of preventing us from this expansion. To stay on top in the leading edge, I ask my self to keep my self on the Momentum, my loss, is my win. Your win, is loosing to pay my loss. So will the rules of the game continue in the forms we adapt the rules of win vs loose.
Then come here and think with me, if we are going for the same thing, L O V E, doing what we love, consuming and being consumed by what we love. Like "I'm a cow, and I love humans, so consume me because you love me right? I'd love to feed by you and eaten by you" When there is infinite grass? Hello, no! I think this is a new concept of love and energy consumption. I'm till defining it further into socialisation, from an individual aspect. A person who works, pays its bills, for someone who becomes better, some else doesn't need to become worst.
What kind of Love is this? Is delusional! And is so real! How could you love Hannibal the Cannibal? How can you love as a man, how can you love as an evil build on hatred and an Elf, the brother and the brother her husband, a hobbit or representing a mathematician, a river or a rock, a whip and a feather, to die to rebirth, create and destroy as you wish, everything as you wish with only rule to be found, were are the boundaries of this love and the conductors.
So I came to the conclusion that we are entering a Multi Dimensional Pattern of Love and rules, to relax my connections.
As your senses and brain gets rewired and speeds with multiple memory channels while the average facebook person scrolls down and can scan one dimension from their perspective and two from the opposite (the other), we learn to remain centre with (Give me high five) all this dimensions and understanding, reserving our jokes, comprehending were people come from, if they have a malicious virus hidden in their behaviour to de code as we seem Ignorant to the subject. Yes, as much we learn to expand, we learn to retrieve.
Accidents happen, I mean how many of you had crazy incidents from so much who don't reach your level. And you might be in your pyjamas with your hairs all comfortable, nothing particularly "Special or successful". Still, you can walk your dog as a champion because you know that some were you have a world of your own, a world that has many worlds with friends who don't really know you, and who cares if you really want to know them or not, you are connected and belong to a cosmic idea of characters with characteristics who united you, there is love and experience that makes this frequency stronger too, whatever you do, loose, win, crazy me, crazy you, the connection can get as involved as one thinking machine who sensors it self in one, a non so virtual Intelligence might say, we are in the back of the league moving all this stories and angles, perspectives, worlds.
If we get to study that Virtual Intelligence is in pampers and needs our format for multidimensional movie-script, for what it works the experimental studies of its noes and yeses.
My generation is one who grew up with MTV, we all watched the same programs and talked about it in school, as teen in our twenties, we would even rewind and listen that sentence about 50 times, like really celebrating it as no other generation, the news were distant and controlled by few (by the lack of a connectives, not because the Illuminati controls you, or lack of education for the arts and expression), we payed for movies, we watched the same movies on theatres, we payed for music too and luckily we had had much freedom from the generation of our parents braking with the feminist pill and the sex man "Don't manipulate me bitch, If you don't give me sex or take me as I'm, I won't care for the kids". The divorces and hipper secret violence at home, were many of us got rape, abused and or abandoned in the process to hung out with our friends, we had parties nearly every day, here and there. We danced, we made love without zealous attack, there was an environment of freedom and acceptance with the body and people's freedom, yes is yes and no is no, we travelled, well I did way too much. But I don't know any of my generation who got stuck in a town for a long time. We came from an era of auto - analysis and exploration and self expression which contained no boundaries thanks to its anonymously, many of us, still look as children and perhaps we are the Era who broad a childishness playfulness motive for the next Millennium or two, were we will deal personally and individualistic in each of our real life areas, locally and gainfully with some serious stuff.
It seems I don't have sex in 3 years or 4. I'm 44 years old and my existence has being so abundant that I'm grateful that live always gave me the most beautiful man I wanted without a doubt, those are the moments when you thanks God, I see the youth in their 20s being sexed up and all powerful, had become somehow more vulnerable while being alone, gentle as a titling flame. Some times as an enraged young explored would basically try everything and keep dancing, long relationships too and open minded friendship because I love my freedom. It has being a great brake for healing and existentialist crisis were in the last decade I have tried to be with man in RL who would simply let me write and think own. No one can deal with my thinking, this is part of being a lazy cozy who cares to sometimes an hipper active "Hero" dealing with grotesque jobs, besides the 14 years of studies that no one appreciates in this era.
Its my own choice, I had chosen to be a role player, not a social connective outdoor person anymore, started to move inwards and faster discovering the composition and divine arts of Illustration, Photography and Music beside the writings of so many phenomenal who as me, were like, we are free, don't make me sale my sh*t, because I have a compulsive inspiration to do more right now and I don't even have time to save it. So enjoy and feel privilege if you are linked and if not big deal.
I don't think many of us wanted to be successful, we wanted to conduct the next two Mileniums and the Greek Civilisation and the Roman Empire did, those laws never changed, they grew, they extended, they multiplied around its pillars, and that is what I call the foundation.
If you try to depict the forms of Love of a Multidimentional Era, and their Rules, don't split and find a lack of integrity, we are still not in a space of wholeness. There is an aspect of you that is telling you that is fine, the tension is fine, the tendency is fine, lets keep on, many will die and a few will survive from this with the rules of role play on hand, with the method of love we had found to manoeuvre in RL.
You can make a better world, a better company. Integrity can be better build and is not rightness virus wrongness in every scenario as a philosopher and really look deeply, with a Dragon's eye, objective as possible, involve other's opinion, this is role play, this is real life, making ethics is something that meets the eye, but being human is something we still need to rescue.
This is were I find to conclude, both ends meet. There wont be more Christian Colonisation teaching other continents how to have their villages, cities, schools, medical centres, water channels, how to relate. People can go online and learn, become pioneers themselves and pass the message in their own and make it in their culture their own way. We can use this to our advantage in real life, to all the 1st world countries who are splitting away from the 3rd, we need to meet both ends as well, before taking action, learn to love as a role player does, we have much to deal out there, to make our world, to travel to our 3rd world countries who are mysterious, wild, epic, exotic, colourful, learn from them, bring them something nice.
Acting with accordance to your own bravery, in fiction can become a dream come true if you start solving your actual problems around you, our your bubble of safety consuming in your void, self avoidance at work or rp. Till you fulminate a new form of consuming energy, loving, despite you are married or not, compromised with a job or not, that sense of porpoise and interpersonal connection is growing.
(This story is a vomit so I recommend you to not read it.)
"Oh, Phallas, you was once the husband of Craft, the man who breed my children.... my iron Hades ~Dildo~ wave to my river, you crafty hands of biological parasites, how much evolution has it come from you, my beloved. You had convert your self in any human shape, for me, f***ed them all with me or against me, till you got tired for me, again and tried something else, something new, you cant offer any good to this eternal hatred, how come? Phallas.? You Pallus. Have you made me the wife of a psychopath?"
Was it my hatred, that indomitable rage who buried you inside the undiscovered lands of this underworld, was it not enough to diminish the dimensions, to squeeze you till you pushes back again, to conquer, to discover, till the last was left as if an untold delicatessen of the forbidden had to be tried, for power, for money, why Phallas. My voice was then a cry of horror, it that was the man you loved once, imagine how the Goddess of Hatred begun to be in Greek Myth.
Truly, In Greek Myth, Athena chopped Pallas Head, once he neared her, being her not fully developed as a woman to encounter her sexually without her will, is a pedophile Myth, were Athena became Pallas Athena after his death, in other Myth Zeus made her out of his head, meaning Zeus was another form of Pedophile. This girls idealize their father till they kill the image of all their lies. Not many succumb, many girls and boys exist in eternal rape, by promiscuous sex, or abandoned sex, unable to commit, sold for sex, or becoming obese to not be touched again, or become pedophiles. Some of them in the highest elites as a form of test to enter, and guard a secret which is hold in the iron cage, an emotional state of covering any lower emotions to sustain a higher power and light face. This for had continue to reveal the spell to change the script.
Raise Banshee, from the corners of the abandoned lands were you murmur, woman of the fairy mount, raise to me once again for the children are not to be hostage by the interpretation you give, the suiters are using your name for their own doings, have you seen you blinded from the sight of the living, come and wake to their realities my witch of the death.
Stop wailing and shrieking from the death and rape of a family member, that as much you warn them, is not you who is to take them, for the suitor, yet, no one can see its evil from behind the veil. Open up your senses, wake from the cages of the underworld I command you!" Perhaps the Goddess of the Binding Oath was me, and not much to be obey, but as a high promise for each word has its action, in comparison to Lies, whom are to hidden the porpoise of what you can't believe, nor see, for what obstructs your mind? Come on to be my delight, that the last judgement is coming, come Omega, come to me my witch craft!
In the name of everyone who knows you, from far or near, from well known from acquaintance, from a sales person or servant, everyone in your neighborhood can see it printed in your face, Stygma is little compare to how much hatred is there from your isolated love, any form of internet circuit and platform will be unvailed with your actual zone and ID, have broad the Goddess to warn you, that I will kill you.
And the intentions behind your actions, in everyone's hand and word, silenced veil, trick of illusion has come as the cave man stooped pulling their females hair, there is a mark were everyone will understand, open senses are activated, from CERN particles can be read, and the human process is evolving as killing it self if it can't continue.
I'm a woman, I exist through the eternities, and I'm old and I'm young, and I'm a child and I'm a mother, and I'm the bringer of life and death.
You can't continue as long as this waters river? When you close your eyes, I'm there, I'm your salvation so hate me, I'm your redemption, so hate me, I'm the one who disclosed you into the light, so hate me.
There wont be more Mental Hospital to diagnose Hysteria, in oppressed mothers by them Males of rape.
There wont be more young boys, singing songs of hatred towards girls, because their daddies teach them hidden stories against females.
There wont be more pedophiles please, so kill that aspect before you go down with it.
Now, welcome to the Underworld, every one of you will be seen from now on at any reality or virtual platform, the laws will start directing from now on. From anyone senses the particles will flow letting all others detect your hidden secret, no one cares you were rape, get your d*ck in place and stop before is too late. Nothing is stooping the river Styx, accept this are the last aspects of you. On internet, as much you thought to have past all the platforms, as much sacrifices of the occult, as much hidden little secrets, there is no way return. Death would be a liberation, the whisper of of your rapist so you do it again as an adult, so you understand how he felt with the powerless of your inner child, in that child, how tentative, the sweet skin of a tender child who once seem as a girl, as a boy, but as you. Powerless for no one to listen, how secret is it when is broad to the light.
There is no way back, not even death can rescue, let it go, stop holding this entity, is not you. Is nothing, is has no existence in the awareness of everything and anything.
The World is Watching, pay attention to the codes and signals in the warnings of their knowledge before is too latte, the last judgement has come down and you will evolve if not defeated.
Every year it cycles the same story, from the Underworld to the Netherworld as the Greeks call for their Mediterranean Queen of the Death, the North wakes Hella to Govern it's cool airs. And the river, diligent listens to her God in order to please them all by the same saga, as Heroes might die, made my way before the shores to the call of the Muses till Poseidon in Olympus.
It was a fragrant day of those the corpse from the underworld reveal their skin after taking their white robes, murky at some edges, the angels reunited from the heavens to help me embody my self to the Queen's King.
Perpetuated, from mud, again as a virgin spirit remarked each fibre of memory back from the death remarking the shape of a Goddess who served a dimension to another dimension from each generation. Revered to Hades as I was made from his ground to river 15% of Poseidon's waters into the pits, abyss and heavens view. My body stood firm out it's waters shaped as human, steeped back in reverence with an honourable bow.
"My Lord and King,
from ancient myth to modernly,
let me bring your love home,
that if the Red Great Dragon sprays his wins
the spirits will governed by the profound
deep thinking to Gaia's cry.
For the Oceans crash back to pamper her dominance upon earth,
to it's kings find omission in this new venues,
for my husband Pallas that I will open its gates,
cleared towards Hades.
Yours."
It was one of those days, we ritualised our origins because behind every trade a new layer was found in the same history, my Queen Persephone loved her mother as much she loved her husband and pretended to be victimised, the Gods reunited a new song to call her, from the Mount orders to the Muses prophecy the gift of the sirens, my dark water nymph.
It if wasn't too much to extend my rage, stepped back towards the affluent and jumped submerging into the waters going down the river into a legion were the souls bath before re-birthing, is easy to forget when you are a mortal, but the mother of Memory was present to the ceremony.
The Mother of the Muses each daughters of her knowledge through the arts, Mnemosyne watched my head pump out the waters, I'd normally ask her before I parted now it was commonly known to be just for a Titanic War, and when it was in regards the Queen to praise out with the sirens up the grief to come down, then had listened to follow the line of the enigma between her signs. We, water Nymphs are known to have an appetite for reaping the skin out the spirit. As she said to me;
"They are not your Dark Nymphs any long Styx, from now on they are the Siren Maidens of Persephone." Starting to appear from all the branches and streams of the river Styx, afloat with known devotion to open her heart within her realm, swinged their bodies hauntingly to just be.
And continued announcing. "Cherish them to navigate through you, praise the ancient commands who have not separate us through the times alluring the spirit to prevail through tragedy or mighty if must be found, by forgiveness to the departed. Lives must continue to evolve, moving new cycles for the Pioneers, let the Queen be known to the underdogs!"
Anyone would think that Summer ended without a supernatural protocol, as closer Id relate to her, the more old style Id became. At first, for the venue, the sun rays still dominated the greens of her mother's virtue, ass angels gathered and Hermes too shall for he travelled the souls in orgasms and beyond the body to their death, I my self stood diligent with the Underworld's Arcane.
"Come on Cerberus, Shadow, Little Infinity" Leaned down on my knees to alert my family, the very Guardians of each hell and heaven in Hades while whispering to the nostrils the very smell of Persephone. "If you get to see the Queen who has been my sister in past lives, you would bark non stop to know how Gods used to be the day it all begun, there is magic we transmute you know."
I didn't know what to say as she would arrive, my head turned into a bunch of ideas one of them was the usual rambling of...
I'm the Goddess of Hatefulness, and as much dyslexia is mixed or have mistaken, I will never start or finish in this ATERNA, is not that we are twisted in love or lack of white dove for peace, is the nature of my character. If you remember my son Pyro the river of Fire and how The Empress of Greece raised him, think he is now giving Bombs in the future without us. That as many Golden coins of Charon there is, as much you Hate me I will never forget how much I miss you, and I pray you give resistance away, summer without you is like candles and souls without the flame of your crowning spirit, we are nothing. You are in our minds, and could listen to your voice wishing us for death to stop existing when is your very realm.
Maybe not, maybe I shall just silent and let it flow till she comes.
As the walk goes, the underworld has never gotten so intriguing as I'd recall, a wanna be Queen of Hell, swearing my river would dry and on a sudden had forgotten what is all about, hum... their fury they will always do as such do and my passion untouched, but for the composed masterpieces of my husband's head and let me explain as I walk, drawn, for nothing of him I wan't that already have.
Weeping again, this fluid music bubbled out the river as some faces surfaced to the crept upon the waters for this sweet air. Shall I depict the remains upon this Island, when my prime request was to meet him, the evocation of the fine spirit, freed seventy two demons by the given instruction which I had pronounce, yes faith, for mercy, not. And who has been in such extremities calling my name? Not for a binding Oath, but, death followed to the almost full north them wings lay aside stretched tempting a fresh gale in the powerful courses of the night. Being quite at home as my boat narrowed to the shore disembarking a few boring souls they had to pay a few debts for having no substantial meaning on one of them hells, fulfilling the parade as one more extra to dance the death dance till they get it. I have always kept in a good order, being as I said an underworld's river, one must keep very quiet the passages which one takes. There is no followers this Goddess of Hatefulness wants but to see my husband for a convenient harbour.
Thereabout, coasting to the side as the rocks I found presented a surprising shimmering of orange, purple and bits of radiant greens who turned as fire when walking further. The shade devoured any existence behind and before, as the vision of the occult opened until the entrance of Hades, where his legion is well expanded. He liked the newly dead, it was impossible to get out the current of my river once he dissected your dead body into his mobile my God of Craft you have no idea how much I hate you.
And, thereafter he was abate before the breach to the sea of Oceanus, it repulsed me to a strong run back inside swallowing my saliva to shot mouth who is tasting a thirst for murder, the clearness of the water behind him had no alteration, "My angel, you are so good to me." Glared to the side as a few steps took me an inch before his.
Sly a gentle gesture of death above his forehead, standing I saw his transformations along the eternities and I knew this was another one of those whose irrevocable creativity lays before me, were no one is to see, but. "Stand up, please." Soon my hatefulness was such, and he stood by it, within, apart. "I don't have charon coins for you, you must earn them so you respect the values, I wont tell you what to do, either. I have nothing to say, but there is a dinner reservation for two at the pick of the tower with a view to the river this evening."
Hours had pass, as two spies in the road driving towards their end without nothing to be resolved for no ones safety, I could slap him out his sleep, but a voice was calling me to name several dishes on the menu. These thought who contain the hatred out me, yes I had put him before the three judges, and in jail by other Gods, never directly, and in my visits my private smirk told him how I found him. Our marriage was all mechanic exercises, I only want hateful sex and will shape him to do so as long as he scapes with it, for my relief is great.
"Yes, my beloved Pallas, yes, I know I haven't taken you out for some time and my will to do so must remain secret as to be found inside the treasures of dangerous leaders, but you, you my adored d*ckhead, I will tide you with strings to sagacious creatures to have you sign my divorce."
If there was hope in my heart, desired for him to stop talking to me as a psychopath, those calm words were so theatrical. My eyes contained hunger who will tame the rage of Zeus if necessarily, but his? What shall be said of him to ask him for such things, could understand any sin, intellectualism was not his field yet all I wanted was his crafty fingers over my body atop my Iron dildo, as water to my mouth, drink from the cheering cups. If he was rubbed out till dry and cured, and cupped, throwing him some of my breast atop his mouth to tempt his desire, but we had done it all and I had to powder my cheeks in the ladies toilet. The dessert will end soon. Admired my self in the mirror, stay here for a while as if a new God watched for me, and knew not for how to enter at mine. In the afterlife the strings who unite us have a way to go, every fem is so proud of her husband, "I'm so sorry." Smiled to the side as there was nothing much I could rehearsal at best.
