I'm doin' life in here! (Points to head.)
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Posted:Oct 26, 2006 6:28 pm
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Sometimes I blurt.
Occasionally, its romantic, but often times it's a wisecrack, or something that some may take offense too.
Today at work I was hangin' with my buddy Jerry and he was asking me about my thoughts on various issues.
When we were done talking he made the comment that I am nuts...well, tell me something I don't know already.
Pointing at my head I playfully raised my voice at him and stated, "I'm doin' life in here? Ya understand?"
My mind is fucked up see?
It's unpredictable like a stray see?
Secretly, I think I would like to be a comedian.
I seem to make people laugh way too much.
Jerry says if laughter is the best medicine I should have an MD behind my name.
There is a thin line between brilliance and madness, and I think I cross the madness one very often.
A friend of mine from this site named "Liv" likes to wise crack too.
I think we should get some kinda team together. I am not the sharpest tool in the shed but I have been known to lash with my tongue like a switchblade.
Jerry has asked me before if I'd like to try a comedy club near his home. He knows the owner and said he'd put a word in for me.
But what does one do when they use laughter to cover pain?
I explained to him that I make my best jokes spur of the moment for what ever topic is at hand.
He still thinks I should try it.
I am going to the bar with him next Wednesday night. Any body got any tips for me?
I am gonna check it out and see what it's all about.
Ken
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A Satanist Is Born
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Posted:Oct 24, 2006 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2008 10:11 pm
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It's almost Halloween.
A fun "Holiday" even now that I am older.
As many of you readers know, I am a member of the Church Of Satan.
The COS does not actively recruit members. In fact like in my own case, people seek it out to join.
We don't have bake sales, and we don't preach fire and brimstone so to speak.
But tonight I am going to preach about something.
One of my first incidents of mistrust towards my fellow man happened the day after Halloween when I was about 4 years old.
I can still remember the smell of my thin plastic mask of chewbacca and the damn twangy string that held it on.
I was trick or treating with my mom and some of her friends and the other and from one man I received an apple. My mom did her best to inspect the treats and back in those days there was the occasional Zodiac Killer kind of crime, but the random shit was unheard of.
Anyways to make a long story short, I had to go to the hospital have a piece of razor removed from my gum between my teeth.
A remembers the fucker who gives an apple instead of candy so it was no problem leading the police back to the house where the incident took place.
Growing up I was taught to forgive people who wrong me, and eventually I forgave that asshole and moved on but I never seemed to learn to trust after wards.
Around the time I was seven I had a foster sister whom my mom took in. She was older then I by almost nine years.
Often when my mom was at work and "Debbie" had to watch me I would be cuddled in odd ways.
I learned to take the cuddling as signs of affection but wondered why it had to be a secret.
Is there a type of love that is forbidden?
No, but what Debbie was doing was not love, it was another act that taught me to not have much trust or faith in human kind.
In my early teens frustrated with people I started to spend a lot of time away from them.
Out doors, in my closet, jogging at night, anything I could do to keep away from people.
I began to look inwards and tried to commune with "God".
My perceptions of God were formed out of a Harsh Seventh Day Adventist sect which I have talked about before hand in another blog.
God was not a dictator, but more of a stern father.
My 15th year found me beginning to waver in my faith.
At one point I was willing to die for the lord, but now I found myself sneaking books on other religions into the house, and staying up late to feed my mind about them.
By the time I was 16 I constantly lost in thought.
It seemed like very little of the world practiced what it preached, and even then, only when it was convenient. The rest of the time people seemed to not care about their "God" or other "deities".
I decided to put religion on the shelf when I was about 17 and joined the US Army. I turned 18 right before graduation my specialty school and going to my duty station of Fort Clayton, Panama.
As a military police man I witnessed some very nasty things on base and off.
Some would say this was a pivotal moment in where my spirituality would take me next.
Now not only did I hate my fellow mankind, but I was getting a beef with all supernatural powers and invisible people in the sky.
I fought in what I now feel was our countries loosing battle in the drug war and am still actually wanted in some corners south of Honduras.
When I needed to find a civilian job the first few that I took was in Security for whom I will not mention by name, but the facilities I worked gave me a lot of experience in dealing with hostile people, trauma, and lunatics.
I returned to my roots shortly to see if I could stomach religion a little better now, but found that my debate and interpretation of scripture often went against church dogma.
I began to look more closely at the main characters in the Bible.
Specifically, God, and Lucifer, (The devil.) with an assortment of other characters and events.
I noted that Lucifer was supposedly cast out of heaven, (thats right, he used to be a high ranking angle.) because he wanted to be like God.
I see nothing wrong with that logic. Don't most people want to be better. Isn't the whole idea of being a Christian to be Christ like?
So the dragon was cast out and took with him a third of the stars in heaven. This would supposedly mean that when the devil came down, he came down hard and took 1/3 the heavenly population and turned them into demons who rage war against God.
Now of course this could be all figurative speech, and I will tear down the Bible in another post later, but this idea troubled me.
Why would the lord allow such dangerous beings to inhabit our planet with us? Remember....the world was good when God first created it.....supposedly.
My thoughts began to turn towards sympathy for this down trodden being, the devil, and my interest in the occult began to grow.
I finally decided about the time I was 23 or 24 that there are no supernatural beings who care to interact with us, and that Gods are made in man's image, and not the other way around. Old Gods are then cast aside and turned to demons when they no longer suit a purpose.
One night when reading up on some ghost stories I read about the COS and decided to check it out.
I felt very wrong at first because every fiber of my being told me that it was against what I was taught.
But like a filled with wonder I went ahead, and was amazed at how many people who were with it seemed to have lived the same way I had.
We were all searching for something true, and sick of all the lies of humanity.
There was no rigid practice to follow like in my old religion. No explicit dogma to tie one member to another. Just good old fashioned education as to the meaning of being human. A sinful, lustful, and craving beast often responsible for it's own demise.
This story has dragged on now, so I shall end it soon.
However I must state that my mind and heart have never been so free in believing the way I do now.
Hollywood hype aside, I can assure the reader that I have not sold my soul, and do not have to partake of black Sabbaths where worshiping a fake devil is a prerequisite to finding one's self.
I will now tell a secret, the only reason we take the name of Church of Satan is to piss of the self righteous better then thou types.
I have yet to find a fellow Satanist who actually worships an evil being. But we all fill compelled to do our parts in society and to help free the minds of those oppressed by the mighty hand of the religious right.
But we know....sincere heart seeking is the only thing that really sets someone "free."
Ken
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A Satanist Is Born
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Posted:Oct 24, 2006 8:11 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 6:36 am
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It's almost Halloween.
A fun "Holiday" even now that I am older.
As many of you readers know, I am a member of the Church Of Satan.
The COS does not actively recruit members. In fact like in my own case, people seek it out to join.
We don't have bake sales, and we don't preach fire and brimstone so to speak.
But tonight I am going to preach about something.
One of my first incidents of mistrust towards my fellow man happened the day after Halloween when I was about 4 years old.
I can still remember the smell of my thin plastic mask of chewbacca and the damn twangy string that held it on.
I was trick or treating with my mom and some of her friends and the other and from one man I received an apple. My mom did her best to inspect the treats and back in those days there was the occasional Zodiac Killer kind of crime, but the random shit was unheard of.
Anyways to make a long story short, I had to go to the hospital have a piece of razor removed from my gum between my teeth.
A remembers the fucker who gives an apple instead of candy so it was no problem leading the police back to the house where the incident took place.
Growing up I was taught to forgive people who wrong me, and eventually I forgave that asshole and moved on but I never seemed to learn to trust after wards.
Around the time I was seven I had a foster sister whom my mom took in. She was older then I by almost nine years.
Often when my mom was at work and "Debbie" had to watch me I would be cuddled in odd ways.
I learned to take the cuddling as signs of affection but wondered why it had to be a secret.
Is there a type of love that is forbidden?
No, but what Debbie was doing was not love, it was another act that taught me to not have much trust or faith in human kind.
In my early teens frustrated with people I started to spend a lot of time away from them.
Out doors, in my closet, jogging at night, anything I could do to keep away from people.
I began to look inwards and tried to commune with "God".
My perceptions of God were formed out of a Harsh Seventh Day Adventist sect which I have talked about before hand in another blog.
God was not a dictator, but more of a stern father.
My 15th year found me beginning to waver in my faith.
At one point I was willing to die for the lord, but now I found myself sneaking books on other religions into the house, and staying up late to feed my mind about them.
By the time I was 16 I constantly lost in thought.
It seemed like very little of the world practiced what it preached, and even then, only when it was convenient. The rest of the time people seemed to not care about their "God" or other "deities".
I decided to put religion on the shelf when I was about 17 and joined the US Army. I turned 18 right before graduation my specialty school and going to my duty station of Fort Clayton, Panama.
As a military police man I witnessed some very nasty things on base and off.
Some would say this was a pivotal moment in where my spirituality would take me next.
Now not only did I hate my fellow mankind, but I was getting a beef with all supernatural powers and invisible people in the sky.
I fought in what I now feel was our countries loosing battle in the drug war and am still actually wanted in some corners south of Honduras.
When I needed to find a civilian job the first few that I took was in Security for whom I will not mention by name, but the facilities I worked gave me a lot of experience in dealing with hostile people, trauma, and lunatics.
I returned to my roots shortly to see if I could stomach religion a little better now, but found that my debate and interpretation of scripture often went against church dogma.
I began to look more closely at the main characters in the Bible.
Specifically, God, and Lucifer, (The devil.) with an assortment of other characters and events.
I noted that Lucifer was supposedly cast out of heaven, (thats right, he used to be a high ranking angle.) because he wanted to be like God.
I see nothing wrong with that logic. Don't most people want to be better. Isn't the whole idea of being a Christian to be Christ like?
So the dragon was cast out and took with him a third of the stars in heaven. This would supposedly mean that when the devil came down, he came down hard and took 1/3 the heavenly population and turned them into demons who rage war against God.
Now of course this could be all figurative speech, and I will tear down the Bible in another post later, but this idea troubled me.
Why would the lord allow such dangerous beings to inhabit our planet with us? Remember....the world was good when God first created it.....supposedly.
My thoughts began to turn towards sympathy for this down trodden being, the devil, and my interest in the occult began to grow.
I finally decided about the time I was 23 or 24 that there are no supernatural beings who care to interact with us, and that Gods are made in man's image, and not the other way around. Old Gods are then cast aside and turned to demons when they no longer suit a purpose.
One night when reading up on some ghost stories I read about the COS and decided to check it out.
I felt very wrong at first because every fiber of my being told me that it was against what I was taught.
But like a filled with wonder I went ahead, and was amazed at how many people who were with it seemed to have lived the same way I had.
We were all searching for something true, and sick of all the lies of humanity.
There was no rigid practice to follow like in my old religion. No explicit dogma to tie one member to another. Just good old fashioned education as to the meaning of being human. A sinful, lustful, and craving beast often responsible for it's own demise.
This story has dragged on now, so I shall end it soon.
However I must state that my mind and heart have never been so free in believing the way I do now.
Hollywood hype aside, I can assure the reader that I have not sold my soul, and do not have to partake of black Sabbaths where worshiping a fake devil is a prerequisite to finding one's self.
I will now tell a secret, the only reason we take the name of Church of Satan is to piss of the self righteous better then thou types.
I have yet to find a fellow Satanist who actually worships an evil being. But we all fill compelled to do our parts in society and to help free the minds of those oppressed by the mighty hand of the religious right.
But we know....sincere heart seeking is the only thing that really sets someone "free."
Ken
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A Satanist Is Born
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Posted:Oct 24, 2006 8:09 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2008 10:12 pm
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It's almost Halloween.
A fun "Holiday" even now that I am older.
As many of you readers know, I am a member of the Church Of Satan.
The COS does not actively recruit members. In fact like in my own case, people seek it out to join.
We don't have bake sales, and we don't preach fire and brimstone so to speak.
But tonight I am going to preach about something.
One of my first incidents of mistrust towards my fellow man happened the day after Halloween when I was about 4 years old.
I can still remember the smell of my thin plastic mask of chewbacca and the damn twangy string that held it on.
I was trick or treating with my mom and some of her friends and the other and from one man I received an apple. My mom did her best to inspect the treats and back in those days there was the occasional Zodiac Killer kind of crime, but the random shit was unheard of.
Anyways to make a long story short, I had to go to the hospital have a piece of razor removed from my gum between my teeth.
A remembers the fucker who gives an apple instead of candy so it was no problem leading the police back to the house where the incident took place.
Growing up I was taught to forgive people who wrong me, and eventually I forgave that asshole and moved on but I never seemed to learn to trust after wards.
Around the time I was seven I had a foster sister whom my mom took in. She was older then I by almost nine years.
Often when my mom was at work and "Debbie" had to watch me I would be cuddled in odd ways.
I learned to take the cuddling as signs of affection but wondered why it had to be a secret.
Is there a type of love that is forbidden?
No, but what Debbie was doing was not love, it was another act that taught me to not have much trust or faith in human kind.
In my early teens frustrated with people I started to spend a lot of time away from them.
Out doors, in my closet, jogging at night, anything I could do to keep away from people.
I began to look inwards and tried to commune with "God".
My perceptions of God were formed out of a Harsh Seventh Day Adventist sect which I have talked about before hand in another blog.
God was not a dictator, but more of a stern father.
My 15th year found me beginning to waver in my faith.
At one point I was willing to die for the lord, but now I found myself sneaking books on other religions into the house, and staying up late to feed my mind about them.
By the time I was 16 I constantly lost in thought.
It seemed like very little of the world practiced what it preached, and even then, only when it was convenient. The rest of the time people seemed to not care about their "God" or other "deities".
I decided to put religion on the shelf when I was about 17 and joined the US Army. I turned 18 right before graduation my specialty school and going to my duty station of Fort Clayton, Panama.
As a military police man I witnessed some very nasty things on base and off.
Some would say this was a pivotal moment in where my spirituality would take me next.
Now not only did I hate my fellow mankind, but I was getting a beef with all supernatural powers and invisible people in the sky.
I fought in what I now feel was our countries loosing battle in the drug war and am still actually wanted in some corners south of Honduras.
When I needed to find a civilian job the first few that I took was in Security for whom I will not mention by name, but the facilities I worked gave me a lot of experience in dealing with hostile people, trauma, and lunatics.
I returned to my roots shortly to see if I could stomach religion a little better now, but found that my debate and interpretation of scripture often went against church dogma.
I began to look more closely at the main characters in the Bible.
Specifically, God, and Lucifer, (The devil.) with an assortment of other characters and events.
I noted that Lucifer was supposedly cast out of heaven, (thats right, he used to be a high ranking angle.) because he wanted to be like God.
I see nothing wrong with that logic. Don't most people want to be better. Isn't the whole idea of being a Christian to be Christ like?
So the dragon was cast out and took with him a third of the stars in heaven. This would supposedly mean that when the devil came down, he came down hard and took 1/3 the heavenly population and turned them into demons who rage war against God.
Now of course this could be all figurative speech, and I will tear down the Bible in another post later, but this idea troubled me.
Why would the lord allow such dangerous beings to inhabit our planet with us? Remember....the world was good when God first created it.....supposedly.
My thoughts began to turn towards sympathy for this down trodden being, the devil, and my interest in the occult began to grow.
I finally decided about the time I was 23 or 24 that there are no supernatural beings who care to interact with us, and that Gods are made in man's image, and not the other way around. Old Gods are then cast aside and turned to demons when they no longer suit a purpose.
One night when reading up on some ghost stories I read about the COS and decided to check it out.
I felt very wrong at first because every fiber of my being told me that it was against what I was taught.
But like a filled with wonder I went ahead, and was amazed at how many people who were with it seemed to have lived the same way I had.
We were all searching for something true, and sick of all the lies of humanity.
There was no rigid practice to follow like in my old religion. No explicit dogma to tie one member to another. Just good old fashioned education as to the meaning of being human. A sinful, lustful, and craving beast often responsible for it's own demise.
This story has dragged on now, so I shall end it soon.
However I must state that my mind and heart have never been so free in believing the way I do now.
Hollywood hype aside, I can assure the reader that I have not sold my soul, and do not have to partake of black Sabbaths where worshiping a fake devil is a prerequisite to finding one's self.
I will now tell a secret, the only reason we take the name of Church of Satan is to piss of the self righteous better then thou types.
I have yet to find a fellow Satanist who actually worships an evil being. But we all fill compelled to do our parts in society and to help free the minds of those oppressed by the mighty hand of the religious right.
But we know....sincere heart seeking is the only thing that really sets someone "free."
Ken
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How A Real Man Acts
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Posted:Oct 20, 2006 11:58 pm
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2006 8:16 pm
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So....
My post caught your eye did it?
Well then, let me start by saying that there are all kinds of "men" in the world.
The following describes the way I believe a real man acts as opposed to a childish imbecile with less intelligence then an ape.
A real man gains in life by using his body to work and his mind to think with.
Because action starts as thought the real man must be a master of his thoughts. Primal rage must be kept in check and actions flow out as testament to the caliber of the real man.
A real man's actions always give him credit.
There is no honor in hurting someone weaker then you.
There should be no joy in the suffering of someone who has less then you.
I believe a real man helps out when he sees someone in need of help.
I believe a real man holds the door for a lady and makes her feel like a treasure while nurturing her inner woman and protecting her fragile shell.
A real man is not afraid to try talking calmly and thinking his thoughts through before violence sets upon him.
A real man knows he is responsible for his surroundings, and dose his best to keep them in a state of improvement.
A real man should lead others into enlightenment by shining as an example for others to follow.
Real men make sure that the needs of those he cares or and has charge over are met before his wants.
A real man is not afraid to let his partner know when he is weak and needs support, but he does so by keeping his head up and his mind focused on the task.
The other kind of man acts as a clumsy quick to temper tantrums and violence.
Like a monkey who gets his kicks out of throwing poo he degrades those who he loves, destroys all he touches, and lives his life one wave short of a ship wreck for all his days.
This type of man earns no respect because he does not do anything to deserve it.
Others fear him only because they know he is childish and prone to do things with out thinking.
His words reflect the stupidity that beats in his heart and shows exactly how stagnant his mind is.
This kind of man leads a despicable life that others only follow because they are never taught a better way.
He is one of many crabs in a bucket who keeps pulling at all the other crabs trying to climb out because his misery loves the company.
It may take all types of men to make the world go around, but I for one, am glad to be a real one.
Doing my part to make it a little better place.
Ken
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CNN got ya down?
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Posted:Oct 19, 2006 9:28 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2006 4:54 pm
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Earth quakes, war, corruption, and threats.
The news is down right depressing these days.
Thats why I don't watch it much.
I was raised to believe that there would be an "End times" and that all the things mentioned above would be happening before them.
Now days I know that the reason we seem to be in such deep shit all the time is because the media jumps on anything that will fill a spot on TV or a paper.
It is sickining to me to think of how somewhere, some preacher is keeping his sheeple in line by spouting that "end of the world is nigh" rhetoric that I was forced to learn as a .
I grew up under the threat of the mushroom cloud and it looks like we are now back to that state of mind thanks to the media.
North Korea tested a nuke. Big deal. We here in the USA have used them before.
I can see with our current track record why they may feel the need to arm themselves with nukes in order to keep us at bay....at least in their minds.
I don't agree with our nations leaders about using sanctions. Sanctions on a country that already has a starving population does not do any good except to hurt those who might be willing to help if it were not for thier fear of us. Sanctions will only kill those who are already hungry, not make those who eat at the dictaor's banquets think about the less fourtunate.
Now before the third angel spreads it's wings to spread plague across the globe I should mention that in this modern age we are able to glean information in nothing flat.
In the old times, you used to hear it from neighbors, the radio, and taped showes broadcast hours after an event.
Now my damn cell phone can even let me see when some "Major" event is going on in the world.
I am glad that I am no longer a brainwashed fanatic, and I don't mean that lightly...I mean die hard fanatic, but I sometimes miss the fear and anticipation of the end of the world.
(Because it used to mean that heaven was a little closer.)
I know that every event that is announced today has most likely occured in history a few hundred times before and that it has nothing to do with Christ's return.
In fact I am gonna call him out....
Im calling you out Christ.
Lots of people have been led to believe that you are gonna get us outta all this deep shit we're in.
I wanna know why I should trust you to do that?
What makes you more qualified then me to save the world, minus that whole of god thing?
Ken
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Do I smoke too much?
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Posted:Oct 15, 2006 9:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2006 10:38 pm
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As some of you already know, I am an avid cigar smoker, dropping a couple hundred dollars a week on a few fine smokes.
Now, I have to warn that back in the younger day's before my refined taste in cigars developed, I smoked Swisher blunts, and now I throw a half hearted glance at who try to impress me by talking about them as if they are the bomb.
I could almost swear tonight while driving across 5 states, that I had smoke coming out of me between smokes. Now I guess it could be that it just was a lingering smoke, but it got me to thinking about how much I enjoy a stoggie, and why.
I should mention that despite my love of the cigar, that I am not addicted to them. I don't have to smoke them, and there is no ill effect when I don't, the problem, it seems, is that I have such a habit of it, that I loose count of whats in my humidor, and don't even realize how many I smoke in a day.
(My humidor holds a 300 count by the way.)
So now this has me wondering. What exactly should be considered excessive.
I know some hollywood stars like George Burns with his trade mark cigar are known for the excess, but when your an average joe like myself, is there a bad stigma attached to a habit such as this?
Ken
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Part III
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Posted:Oct 14, 2006 8:27 am
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2007 11:20 pm
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First of all, I have to say that most of what was written in the last post has come true.
By the way, I guess should mention that this is lynnbluff and not . Ken is letting me do this post. He is out right now, so I can be as naughty as I want...
This is how things are going so far, the way that I see it...it has seemed like a dream ever since I got out of the car and he first put his hands on me. We went to the Mall of America...the best part of course was the Underwater Adventures Aquarium...and not just because of all of the fishies and the music from the movie, Titanic that was playing and getting to see one of the dresses that Kate wore in the movie, but while we were on that tour, Ken got frisky for the first time...BUT...then he talked me into going on a virtual ride. I am claustrophobic so it kinda sucked, but I have to give him credit...he managed to keep me distracted in there...yep, Ken was naughty...It's a good thing that we were alone in there and like Ken said, it's a good thing there wasn't any cameras in there! 
After we got back from there...and yes, we walked around all three levels...we kinda picked up where we left off on the virtual ride. Every moment has been wonderful...and I never would have thought that I could feel so comfortable with anyone so soon...I actually felt like I could let him see me without any make-up on last night.  I was joking with Ken earlier and said that if the bed could talk, it would ask if we ever take a break!  Enough about how I see things...
I was going to try to tell you what Ken has probably been thinking so far, but I will let him do that instead.
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Part II
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Posted:Oct 11, 2006 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2006 5:58 am
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Your hand glides up to my right arm.
Carefully clutching it and moving in closer you place your head on my shoulder.
I tilt my head in a manner that allows me to lean it on yours but to keep my attention focused on the road ahead.
You know very well what I would like you to do, but are shy about it and don't say anything.
But you know I am thinking of it to.
Our drive last almost two hours and what happens in that time is private, let's just say that we learn that we have been very honest in our chats and that we now feel each other on an even deeper level.
We arrive at the mall and I sense your feeling of overwhelming at it's size.
We pass all the stores that never have a size I can fit into like Abercrombie & Fitch and go straight to the ones where we share mutual interest.
After a short spell of shopping we head to the amusement park.
It seems silly to stand in a line with a bunch of , but that is exactly what we are doing.
I picked this ride for a reason and you'll soon discover why.
We load up onto a tiny cart and wait for our turn to enter the darkened haunted chambers.
As the doors close behind us I make my move.
Pulling you closer to me. You turn and see me looking into your eyes.
You fall into my trance so quickly that you pay no attention to the disembodies spirits calling out from the shabby grave yard we are trucking through.
You feel my lips pressing against yours and feel the instant change of room temperature compared to that of my warmth.
Slowly I kiss you once, twice, three times, moving my head around yours to find the best position to deliver the fourth.
You feel my hands exploring every curve of your body.
Stopping to massage the back of your arms and your jaw as I begin to kiss you deeper.
We become temporarily exposed to the riders ahead of us as I work my hand down to your breast.
Then as they exit the chamber I give you a squeeze.
"Damn" I think to myself. "This ride is not going to last long enough."
I continue to feel you up and kiss your lips which are now slickened by my own.
I feel your hands working on my chest and neck as well. The dank room has no effect on our ability to touch each other in all the right places, but as I feel my level of excitement rise, I see the exit of the ride coming up.
Like who had just done a bad thing we pull away from each other as the doors open, and the light of the mall enters our eyes.
I waste no time getting out of the cramped seat in order to stand and hide the obvious bulge that had grown between my legs.
We smile as we leave and see the next group of horny teens getting into our seat.
"At least we warmed it up for them." You say.
We walk hand in hand to the next attraction. But none are as stunning to me as you.
On the ride back you are no longer shy.
You place your hand on my thigh and start to rub my leg.
I notice the bulge starting to spring up again like water just drilled from a well.
I feel you tugging at my zipper and unbuttoning my jeans.
"Now where were we?" I say as you smile at me and wink.
I feel your warm fingers slip in and start searching for something.
I need not give you directions as you have memorized my pictures of every inch of me.
You soon are massaging my love muscle, and notice my rising level of excitement with every stroke.
The broken seat of my chair gives perfect space for me to lean back a little more and allows you to pull out my fully erect member.
You touch the tip and notice it is already moist with excitement.
Looking into my eyes you see my desire, and you know what I want, lowering yourself I feel your soft hair brushing against my arm and then feel the warm wetness of your mouth as it takes me in.
I want so badly to watch, but narrow my eyes to focus on the road.
I feel you rolling the head of my cock in your lips and your tongue working around the ridges.
The feeling is intense but not so much that I am going to ask you to stop when a truck is passing us.
I feel you sliding up and down my shaft taking almost the whole thing in with each gulp.
I use my left hand to steer and my right to lightly scratch down your back.
I work my arm under the seat rest to grab a hand full of titty.
Squeezing in rhythm to your sensuous stroking.
I glide my hand in through your shirt and slip it into your bra. I feel your nipples become harder from my touch and pinch them lightly between my fingers.
As miles pass I am living only for that moment.
I begin to wonder if I should warn you that you are bringing me to the brink.
You are so transfixed on what you are doing to me I doubt you will comprehend the warning anyways.
fighting to keep my eyes open and watching the road I caress your head and say "It's getting close baby."
You seem to ignore me but I see you reaching for the tissue box near your seat.
As my contractions force me to sigh I feel your head suddenly stop it's bobbing and feel your hand working my shaft, pumping it up and down while holding just the head in your mouth.
I can't stand it and tug your hair back just enough to see your face and catch you looking up at me.
You know you have satisfied me well and turn away to spit your reward into the crumpled mess of tissue.
I am speechless for what seems like an eternity, but is actually only seconds.
I pull you into me and kiss your head and nuzzle it while you gently put my now flaccid cock back into the confines of my clothing.
After that, I can't wait to check into the hotel.
The room is ready and we take our luggage inside.
Once we are settled in, I lay across the bed, and wait for you to come to me.
I don't have to wait long....You crawl towards me and then up on top.
You fulfill another promise to me, and I take the book from your hand and chuck it across the room.
I then use an ancient Judo technique to position you on the bed.
I now have a promise to you. To kiss every inch of your body.
I start at the top of your head and begin working my way around.
As I am kissing your eye you close them instinctively and feel my hands start to unbutton your shirt.
I start to nibble on your ear, and lick my way down your neck to the collar bone.
You tell me how wet you are, and sure enough I decide I'll check.
I slip my hand between your flesh and underwear to be greeted by your silky smooth lips, semi-parted, and already very wet.
This please me as I begin to move my mouth around your breast and suck your puckered nipples.
I now have your pants off and am licking down the center of your belly, then across it from side to side.
You feel the stubble of my unshaven face sometimes rake across your body, as I work my way lower, and lower.
Finally stopping at your Jade Gate.
You feel my warm breath drawing in the air from around your most private parts, and breathing back out hot and heavily on them.
then you feel me working my mouth on you.
Gentle kisses at first, and then the blade of my tongue parting your pussy lips.
as the tip seeks out your clit.
My knowledge of human anatomy pays off as I hit your love button over and over again sending your mind into a fray.
You feel my tonuge lapping you up and trying to go deeper after I come up for each breath.
I squeeze your breast as I take you deeper into the pleasure zone.
You then feel my tongue gliding back up your body. And my fingers taking over where it just was.
I slowly lower myself to your parted lips and kiss you deeply allowing to taste yourself on my lips.
You feel my penis as it bushes up against your eagerly awaiting crotch that is now wet as a June Monsoon in a tropical jungle.
I kiss you and rub the head against your slick vulva.
You feel it pressed up against you and find the sensations to be very electrifying as I rub it up and down on you.
I ask in great anticipation of your answer if I can proceed, and you silently mouth, "Not yet."
So I continue to rub against you, kissing your neck, and arching to take a nipple into my mouth.
"Come on! I'm ready to fuck!" I tell you.
"Slowly" You say.
I then guide the head in and leave it immersed part way into your opening.
I feel you tighten up and slide in a little further.
I then cannot hold back any longer and thrust in as far as I can go.
I'm balls deep in you now, and I hear you sigh.
I lean in to kiss you lightly and you grab hold of my arms.
I slowly begin to pull out and feel you tightening around me even more.
So I plunge back in.
I do you slow at first, but then sheer animialistic delight takes over and I start to pick up my pace.
I watch at your tits begin to bounce in sync with my pounding.
I take your legs and hoist them up onto my broad shoulders and begin to penetrate even deeper.
I stroke your clit with my fingers and thumb as I thrust in and out.
I can tell from the clammy and moist feeling of your skin that you are having a ball....and soon you'll have another.
I spread your legs and lower them back to my hips so I can lean in to embrace you.
I feel my senses running on high and sweat of our bodies is intoxicating me.
I pull out long enough to wipe away any precum and get ready to reinsert when you stop me and say you want it between your breast.
Since it's already slickend with your juices I see no reason not to, so I climb over your parted legs and lay my pulsating member on your chest.
You take your breast and wrap the thick throbbing cock in between them.
I then begin to gyrate back and forth as you hold it in place looking up at me, and then down at it. You lean your head in and give it a little help by flicking in a lick or suck here and there.
Soon I am overcome by the urge to splurge and again warn you...."It's coming, how do you want it?"
But before you can think of a reply you feel a warm oozing sensation and then a spurt and look to see your chest being covered in my baby gravy.
I then rise up with a trail of cum from your breast to my dick still seeping out.
I get a towel and squeeze the last drop from myself, then begin to wipe it off your boobs.
I look at you and smile. "Gotta do that again" I said.
You agree and then get up to go to the shower.
I light my cigar and relive the moments just passed in my head.
I hear the water hitting your body and a little bit of singing.
I decide to join you despite a possible protest, but find that you had locked the door.
What a dilemma, respect the privacy? Or jimmy the door open and give you another experience to remember?
I decide to respect your alone time, and wait for you in the bed.
But sleep is the last thing on my mind as I snuff out my smoke, and start to rub myself hard again, just as the shower turns off.
THE REST OF THIS STORY WILL BE WRITTEN ON LOCATION AND WILL BE SHORT.
Ken
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Just a story ???
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Posted:Oct 10, 2006 10:05 pm
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2006 5:31 pm
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I look at the clock on the wall and see that it's time to leave.
My work is not finished for the day, but feeling like being a prick, I decide to clock out, and leave it for someone else to deal with.
I have a long drive a head of me so I want to leave as soon as possible.
I get home grab my suitcase, and run through a mental check list of anything I may need that I might have forgotten.
Since I packed a few days in advance, there are none, but I quickly shower, and contemplate rubbing one out, or saving up for my first orgasm with you.
I slather myself with my Old Spice After Hours bath wash and let the hot water run down my head and over my face.
with in seconds I feel the trickles on my whole body as the suds wash me clean, but do nothing to sanitize the thoughts I have of you in my now soaking wet head.
as I am looking down, I notice I am more then half erect, and must muster the discipline of 10 men to keep from pleasuring myself.
"I'll build a reservoir for her" I say to myself.
Minutes later I am drying off and picking through the clothes that I will be meeting you in.
Moments later I am patting my on the head, giving him a treat and leaving some money on the table for my sitter.
Then I am out the door.
On the drive I listen to several of my favorite Cd's, and also sample some of the local radio stations as I pass through the towns and cities between us.
I stop every couple of hours to resupply my blood to caffeine ratio, and relieve myself.
Finally, at 1am. I reach my destination.
I enter the lobby of the hotel and ask about the availability of rooms. They say my reservations for the next two nights is confirmed, but they cannot hook me up for this night this late.
I head back to my truck and decide to catch a nap before our fist meeting.
The alarm sounds and I quickly raise up in my seat.
I scan the lot to make sure that I am not dreaming and then grab my morning bag.
I greet the clerk of the hotel on my way to freshen up in the rest room.
I then wait in the lobby.
Cooly, but anxiously.
I anticipate your arrival with every car I see pulling up and am very surprised when you do arrive.
The air is charged with energy as we make our way to each other.
a warm embrace and light kiss on the cheek as our first words are somehow lost in the flood of other senses becoming heightened.
Your smell please me as I catch the scent of every pheromone you're giving off.
My knees weakening as if wanting to bow in front of this Goddess standing before me. But I am a proud and stubborn man, and play it off cool.
I mention that we should be leaving because we have a lot to do, and not much time to do it in.
I pull you close into me as we walk out to my truck.
The path is too short as we reach it in a matter of seconds despite that I have slowed my walking speed three times lower then what I normally do, just to make the moments with you last longer.
I open my passenger door and let you in, (you think it's because I am being gentlemanly, but really its cuz my door has a trick lock.) closing it behind you I rush to the driver's side to be with you once again, and to get the engine started and the heater on.
It becomes obvious to me that my own engine is already on and running, waiting to be gunned.
Here we are. Sitting next to each other in the flesh, both pretending not to notice the excitement in the other.
As I pull out of the parking lot we start talking of the plans we have made.
As they start to solidify, I place my right hand upon your knee, signaling to you that I am also real, and it's okay to touch me back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see your hand begin to move towards me.
CHECK BACK TOMORROW FOR THE CONTINUATION OF THIS STORY.
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Why does one ball hang lower then the other?
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Posted:Oct 9, 2006 5:42 pm
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2006 8:26 pm
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I never thought about that as a .
Sometime in my adult life I realized it was so that they don't clank in to each other when we guys walk around or run.
As it gets colder a lot of us are gonna realize that our balls are gonna wanna move up closer to our warmer abdomens.
The real reason for this post is because I am just happy to have a pair of them. (Except for those moments when someone is kicking at them, accidentally, or on purpose.)
Life is much easier because of it.
I can appreciate that women can use their charm to have an easier life, if nature was kind with their looks, or if they know how to use what they got to ooze with sexuality.
But for me.....A lowbrow, ugly man....I am just glad to have balls.
And grateful for the chance to unload them once in a while.
I think I am really tired and hungry now....So I'll leave the rest up to you and your comments.
Ken
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Did I say that?
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Posted:Oct 5, 2006 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2007 10:39 pm
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Have you ever told someone something about yourself only to wish that you hadn't later?
Sometimes we spill the beans, and wish we could pick them back up again.
I recently did this very thing.
I let somebody know some things about me that I usually do not share, except with people who have been in similar situations, or ones who I think will not be harsh in judgment. (By the way, if YOU are reading this, I am not saying that you are quick or harsh to judge.)
In a world of relative peace sometimes a guy who has led a violent life has trouble adjusting and learning that there is not an enemy behind every corner waiting to ambush him.
I currently work at a clinic where my my old "skills" if you want to call them that are rarely needed.
When I got out of my old profession, I had to learn that there is more to talk about then guns, tactics, fighting techniques, and violence.
I learned that ordinary people talk about TV, their gardens, what kind of cars get better gas mileage, and things like that.
I have tried hard to become ordinary and to blend in, but am haunted by my past.
I read once that there are not extraordinary men, only ordinary men in extraordinary situations.
I sometimes wonder if this is true.
Our life experiences make us who we are and shape our perceptions.
I've lived on the extreme of both sides.
Ordinary never really did it for me you see.
I wonder if a chameleon can change it's color, how come a leopard can not change it's spots?
Ken
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Surviving Close Encounters Of The Ugly Kind
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Posted:Sep 30, 2006 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2006 9:38 pm
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Recently in the Advice Lines there have been some questions regarding , and what to do when a meeting goes and takes a turn for the ugly.
I decided that this situation will be discussed here in my blog today.
Those who know me understand I have several black belts in different martial arts disciplines.
I also have live combat experience, and have worked for years in the security field as well as taught martial arts to anyone who ask for the training and wants to pick my brain on the subject.
Let me start by saying that what you can expect in a marital arts training all is not a copy of what you will find in an unexpected situation on the streets, in a bar, or in your darkened bedroom.
While a good instructor can help you to build confidence, and provide you with training that may help you out should you need it, he can not give you that warrior spirit that one must have in order to fight and live to tell about it.
That is something that must be reached in and pulled up from deep down inside. I call it the Kamikaze spirit sometimes because in a fight for self protection you may need to endure some pain if you do not act quickly enough.
Jim Harrison of BushidoKan Karate used to have a saying, it was "Hit back first.". This means that if you are in a position where the fight is on, you cannot afford to wait and be attacked, you need to act in a quick efficient manner and not be afraid of using overkill to save your own ass.
A half hearted strike is no good, and only angers your attacker. I scorned my brother once while he was hitting a punching bag. He said those are distraction punches, and I told him there is no such thing....To give each punch the full force or to not punch at all. It's hard to distract someone when they are intent on hurting you.
Everyone who is interested in learning to defend themselves should throughly study human anatomy and physiology.
Learn how the body moves, what makes it move, and then how to keep it from moving by injuring the parts that make it work.
A woman's best defense against a stronger attacker is her legs.
The legs are powerful, they hold no vital organs say a few blood vessels and some nerves, and they can be used to kick out forcefully at any exposed area on an attacker.
I live my life with a simple rule when it comes to self defense. I imagine that I have an invisible circle emanating out from my center and it circles around me by 6 feet on all sides. When a person is in this "circle" they have a possibility of harming me should they choose to do so.
Outside of this circle, it would be hard for them to grab, punch, or kick at me. (if they have a weapon that is obviously a different situation.)
I realize that the best investments I can make are always ones in myself, so when I first started learning karate, I made a mistake that I will share with you. I was young, and my instructor had me break boards with my bare fist. It was fun, and showed that I could do some damage, but I am paying for it now with calcified bones in my hands, and joint pain. I also learned how to jump in the air and twril while delivering a precise kick to a target, but I have never used that in my life against a real person trying to harm me or others. (I have used regular jump kicks though.) Real people move out of the range of kicks, and strikes while a bad does not. So what people really need to learn is how to get in close to a sensitive area, hit it with maximum force, and then get the hell away or get help if needed.
when I got older, I got back into the board and brick breaking. I hit a plateau of six concrete slabs. Anyone who knows me understands that this is enough to deliver a fatal blow with one strike, but one needs to consider how the law will view such an action in a self defense scenario.
Because of my training in Judo, and experience as an MP and security professional the courts will want to know why I killed the attacker when I could have simply subdued him.
An average person dose not need to worry so much about this as they can state "I was in fear for my life and defended myself accordingly.".
When you have studied how to hurt and kill people as long as I have, you start to change the ways you view others.
When someone throws a punch at you, you may see a knuckle sandwich coming, but when they throw it at me, I see every joint in the fingers, every bone in the hand, the ulnar nerve, and all the other little goodies that we can learn to see after studying anatomy.
Everybody on earth has the same type of anatomy unless they are abnormal in some way. If you learn how to fight take advantage of that information.
Everyone's nerve paths are the same, all blood vessels in the same areas, all vital organs...the same....get the picture?
Size dose not matter if you are fighting for your life, and know where all the weak points are to exploit.
Sport Karate or Tae Kwon Do is fine to build you up and give you a little training, but you must practice with a partner how to escape holds, and use the environment to defend yourself with until it becomes muscle memory if you are gonna be effective at protecting yourself. You must also develop the Kamikaze spirit in order to survive a close encounter of the ugly kind.
Sorry about how long this blog is. I will cut it short, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Ken
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