Technology .

Motherboards and Circuits spinning

With ample audacity Frying the copper...

Tiny diamonds in the processors

Cutting cost-times like scissors

With: Spreadsheets (charts). Textpads. and Slideshows.

I am a tech-savvy Guru who builds his own computers

and maintains His file-structure with administrative-privilege .

Supreme Power, Total Control, Complete Jurisdiction, etc. et cetera...

iPhones and Androids will share my voice with anyone in the world,

at any given time, for anyone in the world I can communicate with !!!!!!!

Little "Androids" like C3PO and R2D2 seen in high-tech movies

seeming like it's the natural progression of data and machines

To Become Almost "Equals"... Digital Friends, whathaveyou.

"Smart" phones; not dumb ones, that's what we need, and we have them !!!!!!!

STUPID PHONES – oh I am so sick of these blasted things

FINALLY I can dial up a friend using only my voice,

not pushing buttons with fingertips. 8-6-7-5-3-0-9

Jenny ??????? are you there, hun – like Attila the Hun, huh baby ???

"Siri dial Jenny" beep-bop-beep and now "Hello? Jen speaking..."

Where did Attila the Hun come from ???????

You know, the ruler of the "Huns"- whoever they are... But anyways –

Technology is "the science of craft" as put by the Greeks,

SO COMPUTER-PEOPLE BRING OUT YOUR "GEEKS" !!!!!!!

Greeks 'n' Geeks.  Greeks 'n' Geeks.  Greeks 'n' Geeks.  Staring at Screens.

This science of a space-age era needs investigation with sophisticated computers

operating with Mega-Hertz, like OH THAT HURTS !!!!!!!

Futuristic Discipline in binary 01010101 – like OH I AM THE 1 !!!!!!!

And I have totally won with my refined techniques being absolute (and super) !!!!!!!

=P

I'm sticking out my tongue bcoz you're late .

You're Late, You're Late, For a Very Important "Date"

It's March 21, 2016 at moment and my 34^th birthday was yesterday, so w00t !!!!!!!

...but I can't find a date anywhere...

(since my fucked-enemies screw with my dating-shit...)

Sorry I just HATE what people are doing to me,

with the "Master-Desktops" on my computers !!!!!!!

YOU'RE ALL FUCKED, YOU'RE FUCKED SO DA-DA-DA !!!!!!!!!!!!! =P

Car Talk by Dr. Kent

Hello fans of anything automotive: fast cars & loud engines with tires screeching and squealing like little piggies, stabbed by farmers' pitchforks, unleashing EEEEEEEEEE shriek screams with rubber melting becoming one with the black tarmac...

Burnouts.

Can't you picture it or envision it or just imagine all of the sounds from that cancerous grey smoke that all come together as someone presses down on the gas-pedal and the brakes AT THE SAME TIME, creating a Hellstorm of fury coming from the engine and tranny—like a Transexual—a tranny—but one for switching gears, merely—or in this case being put under a heavy load and with no choice but to let one of the rear-wheels spin loose, blaring out bellows of said smoke, choking on fumes of the fuel with Octanes like Octaves crying out loud to your aching ears... and you grin allowing the burnt particles of black neoprene latex to stain your white teeth... reminding you of the old toothbrush that you use to clean your engine bay before the oh-la-la Summer Nationals car-shows...

So you shop for a new Mustang GT on cartalk.com with Heather who asks a question about getting rid of pesky spiders in her car... or CARS-dot-COM "Helps you get a new car without all the drama" for realz- saving the moolah for your kids' college-funds... because you sure as shit aren't going to "pass on" that GT 'Stang to them, no no no, they'll be in safe Honda Civics or Toyota Corollas bcoz you don't want them engaging in any of the Automotive Insanity that you evoked from machines, in the past... in your younger years when gas was a dollar a gallon and the inflatable "Air Bag" wasn't standard on every. single. car. like for a decade now since the Average Man would walk away from a crash instead of being put-to-rest in a body-bag...

Thank God Almighty !!!!!!!

We are men and we like our cars like carburetors and pistons pumping at peak redline arr-pee-emm's...

We're really ranking up the exhaust at the "Dyno" –measuring HP horsepower with a fan in front of the engine feeding it combustible oxygen from the atmosphere, and with wheels spinning freely on the rollers... You know the dynamometer that measures how many horsies are available to put to the pavement with a push of the pedal...

A Sexual Soliloquy .

I could write for hours about cumming and cumming and enjoying the routine Orgasm—just like Ol' Faithful—the geyser—with semen squirting up into the Heavens of a tight pussy, your tight pussy—to 50% of my audience—and I will write about this Godlike sexual-practice right now, like this and that and tat-tat-tat now tick-tock-tick-tock the seconds feel like hours with your hair dangling over my trousers as I unzip...

I've always dabbled in sex (with my big dick...) and I will write a hot 'n' sexy soliloquy about sex right here RIGHT NOW with my supreme power of spelling out sentences, with Infinite accuracy and solid fuckin' ideas in the pathway of literally "fucking"...

And I'm getting off on this fanciful idea, So it starts...

Easy breezy licking like slip-sliding your tongue on my hard nipples when I'm unbuckling my belt, and you grin with your front teeth that are so white from all the Crest toothpaste that you use...  Yeah you actually use your luminous chompers to pull the end of the belt away from my waist... And I'm gonna use it like a whip soon, smacking your ass, making your pussy tingle, do you feel the jingle ??????? –of my balls packed with little squirmy spermy wormies ???????

Those tiny bantam warriors that penetrate your membrane when given the chance to feast at those wondrous ovaries, like GET ME INSIDE OF YOU (so that life may begin...)

Boxers or Briefs is the age-old question and I prefer briefs because they outline the contours of my big dick and bulbous balls, packed with my little cum soldiers, for you, like you sometimes don't wear a bra when we're out—in the winter-months—so your lil nips get all pointy and protruding, stabbing the delicate interior of your dress or blouse or whatever—and I LOVE IT !!!!!!!

Yeah I see your nipples "BEEMING" like a BWM and it reminds me of that one time on the show "Friends" when Jennifer Aniston had her delicate nipples traced with an ice-cube backstage, wearing a tight white t-shirt in a satisfying effort to PLEASE the men in the audience when we all searched "Jennifer Aniston Nude" on Altavista...

Or maybe we're just getting into the shower—both of us nude—and we know how to make our bodies "SYNCHRONIZE" in the wet, or in the dry, like sultry in the shower or clean in the sheets... Sweet in the sheets, in all your holes...

Excuse me miss, can I fuck you in the "womb"—I love sex with "wombs"...

PREGGO photos on the Internet and maybe you remember your wife during those 9-months...  And you always thought that mothers would have loose holes but NOPE she's squeaky clean and fit as a fiddle, to your surprise...

Lick Lower—now—I can tweak my nipples by myself, like make yourself useful...

And I know you want to ride my iron-pole, riding it hard, but let's take this slow like we do on special occasions, like anniversaries and vacations and such...

This is not the time for a quickie .

Let's do this right .

Kissing and Kissing and Kissing, passionately, like the passion we're going to fervor, as a verb, with vehemence... Yeah, we use our Microsoft Synonyms, in bed always, thinking up new ways to describe our naughty-bits and what we're doing them to create a sexual-hellstorm of naughtiness in text, like writing for Penthouse Forum ...

"Hunny won't you lick my butterscotch-pussy-wussy" ???????

Sometimes it's a race-to-the-finish—AND WHAT A FINISH IT IS—or else it's a smorgasbord of the senses, just teasing, just teasing, in what "finishes" a magna-cum-loudly finale with a milky jelly on your wide 'n' perky white tits...

I would call them FAT TITS but there's nothing sexy about high bodyfat %'s—no No no—so we're both Fitness Fanatics who "Speed Fuck" in bed for Kama Sutra workouts of our own in the bedroom on our King-size bed...

Yeah "Kama Sutra" we both have excellent "Karma" and the Orgasm is our reward, Missy Miss Miss, my Dear Lover who brings me such pleasure Immaculate .

Plenty of CAPS ON CAPS-LOCK for you, my sexual panther, and pander to the masses I do... BECAUSE WE ALL LOVE THE ORGASM !!!!!!! yeah we do, we need it... we do...

I feel really bad for this kid Tony I know, who has a Traumatic Brain Injury, and my ex-lover Justine Aragona tried giving him a blowjob—WITHOUT MY PERMISSION—so I dumped her!—and he couldn't bust a nut... He couldn't cum. He couldn't cum.

And fuck Linda Pellegrini for arranging their meet-up—because she was trying to break us up—after I threatened to call the Cops on her step-dad the 420 drive-around-stoner—yeah this Linda, she was sodomized—BUTT FUCKED—on a videotape that her daughter my girlfriend SAW and it fuckin' spelled out to Justine that anal-sex was okay... so she let me stick it in that brown tight hole... and remember I came TWICE—like two times in a row—two times CONSECUTIVELY... that was great, really great...

It only happened then though, once, the one time it happened, and I'm thirsty for it again, SOON !!!!!!!

It really was and I cannot wait until MY WIFE allows me to have a 2^nd Orgasm EVERY NIGHT !!!!!!! Yes I am THAT sexual, like your mother, YOUR MOTHER I SCREAM IN YOUR FACE, like yeah yeah yeah "in ur face biatch"...

Up Yours .

Up Your Asshole, you asshole... WTF ???

WTF = Want To Fuck ???

I KNOW I DO !!!!!!!

But enough about assholes... What about vaginas ???????

Drippy-Wippy pussies squirting smearing smegma all over pink panties and wet fingers...

Have you ever seen the videos online of girls "squirting" ??????? WTF ??????? HAVE YOU ???????

It seems that certain females were born in certain ways, with internal-schematics orchestrating spurts and squirts and gushes of vaginal-"juices" like yummy JUICE  you sip out of your sippy-cup like it's VeryFine Juicy-Juice liquid off the vine... Grapejuice or OJ or this funky stuff, it won't hurt you...

But really I heard that doctors have debunked "squirting" instead saying it's actually just peeing, it's just urine, and that's no fun—we were all hoping it was a magical drip-drop substance of pure love and passion and sex-incarnate tincture-serum...

Whistle-Whistle, I will "tickle your fancy" like heya little missy fancy-pants can't wait to get those off of you—yeah—kick them off and they'll be all crumpled up in the corner by the bed !!!!!!!

I enjoyed our date this fine evening, miss, but can we consummate the time we've spent together with intercourse ??????? "a fuck-session" Relax .

OF COURSE !!!!!!!

Maybe quick-flickin' handjobs in the hot-tub or some frisky skylarking on the sofa, whathaveyou...

Rodeo-motion with you on top and away we go, or away you go—A "WAYS"—a long distance for you—and I'm enjoying the "rough ride" down here... with your sharp fingernails, those long things you pay to have "done" (at the nail-place with all the Asians...) at your fingertips that you make 'em SCRATCH 'N' SCRAPE *CLAWING* like fangs imbedding my pectorals, all while you have your O (on top just like all girls...)   I mean, how many chicks get off (without faking) while their laying there like a dead duck with their back against the mattress, or the kitchen floor... or the bathroom toilet, anyone anyone ???????

I've only encountered one woman who cums while down low, but I know "it's a numbers game" !!!!!!! Like that song by Velvet Underground, "She only cums when she's on top" –

Baby, won't you go "down low" on me right now I need it baby please ???????

OR maybe my dick is super miniscule and tiny and stuff, or my diehard thrusting isn't as The Gods intended... whathaveyou... And I'm just writing this pretending to be a hot-fuck in bed or a pimpin' stud with a massive cock that's even bigger in recent years courtesy of a couple IGF-1 LR3 injections... Yeah maybe I'm bullshitting... BUT MAYBE NOT !!!!!!! =D

My first ever experience with SWALLOWING ORAL-SEX—an anonymous Queen said, "Boy O Boy, you have a big dick," and it made me smile a confident smile, like at Saint John's where I took showers—with the boyz—JK—and never felt awkward (like Chris O'Coin probably did...)

I am proud of my body like a []D [] []V[] []D is proud of his hose .

The Street Racer .

His parents are rich and the father drives his Corvette in summer months, so naturally the son would have to have a sporty car, too, like one of those "family-status" sort of things... And this wouldn't be a Mazda RX-7 or a Nissan 350Z, no no no, those are 2-doors and Mom wouldn't approve... So it's a WRX—the newest missle from Subaru. Turbocharged and gripping the road with AWD (All-Wheel Drive)...

Set of DOHC pistons .

Top-Mounted Intercooler .

Dual Exhaust with an H-Pipe .

It was uber fast and the son would wash it and wax it on weekends... Special soap that doesn't remove the Meguiar's Carnuba Wax and enough Tire Shine to make you think blacker than black, like midnight on Pluto...