Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Epic Date Fail Now on Facebook
So, Epic Date Fail is now on the second most depressing site on the interweb: facebook. So, if you are one of the millions of folk who is unable to have a real, non-electronic human relationship, head on over to the facebook page and become a fan(or make another friend that will inevitably disappoint you)!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I'm Sick of Watching
I'm Sick of Watching - 26 (Seoul)
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Date: 2010-06-27, 7:58PM KST
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So, it's come to this, and why shouldn't it? After all, I haven't been the most sociable person these last several eons. I guess I'm just tired, tired of watching other people laugh and love and live together in happiness as I spy them enviously from my lonely perch in the swirling ether. That guy at the party who stands in the corner refusing to talk to anyone? That's me. The man who always seems to be lurking on the edges of a conversation fighting for the boldness to break into it? Yo, right here. I'm a Watcher, and frankly it's all getting pretty old.
I'm sick of just watching. Why do I just have to watch anyways? Just once I'd like to use my infinite wisdom and inexhaustible power to, you know, DO something. Would it really make that much of a difference if I taught those crab-monsters on Torta to build levies so their egg-pools would stop getting flooded? From the episode of my birth the moment before the cosmos bloomed into existence (that I may have observed and recorded the event) I've always been bound to this title of "Watcher" - though, I must admit, lately I'm starting to question this whole "eternity as silent observer" path that the elder powers determined for me. For one, it's dull. When you've seen one galaxy collapse into the fiendish maw of terrible Bet-Sabbot you've seen em' all, yet every time the great eye of the sun-drinker sets its sights on a newly-doomed world there I am, floating off to the side with my clipboard and sharpie pen like I'm goddamn Jane Goodall. You know what I'd like to watch(as if anyone ever bothers to ask me)? An episode of Grey's Anatomy, or maybe the sunset with a bottle of Merlot and a good cheese spread.
What's that, a solar flare in a far-away galaxy has rapidly mutated a form of intelligent life into an omniscient entity of pure benevolence? Guess I'm missing this week's episode of Lost again. What, that show ended months ago? Fuck. I really need to get Tivo.
So, I guess it's time to quit. After all, I doubt the elder powers can destroy me, he who was the first and will be the last. It's not like a Watcher is even that necessary. I mean, stuff will keep happening whether I'm there to observe it or not. Let someone else be Watcher for awhile. I'm still young, this reality (spoiler alert!) still has a few billion years left in it, and its time to start living! It's time to stop watching, and start doing! There's a laser tag place down the street from my apartment, and I've always wanted to take a pottery class. Any ladies out there want to help a Watcher become a DOer?
Location: Seoul
PostingID: 1813335494
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Date: 2010-06-27, 7:58PM KST
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So, it's come to this, and why shouldn't it? After all, I haven't been the most sociable person these last several eons. I guess I'm just tired, tired of watching other people laugh and love and live together in happiness as I spy them enviously from my lonely perch in the swirling ether. That guy at the party who stands in the corner refusing to talk to anyone? That's me. The man who always seems to be lurking on the edges of a conversation fighting for the boldness to break into it? Yo, right here. I'm a Watcher, and frankly it's all getting pretty old.
I'm sick of just watching. Why do I just have to watch anyways? Just once I'd like to use my infinite wisdom and inexhaustible power to, you know, DO something. Would it really make that much of a difference if I taught those crab-monsters on Torta to build levies so their egg-pools would stop getting flooded? From the episode of my birth the moment before the cosmos bloomed into existence (that I may have observed and recorded the event) I've always been bound to this title of "Watcher" - though, I must admit, lately I'm starting to question this whole "eternity as silent observer" path that the elder powers determined for me. For one, it's dull. When you've seen one galaxy collapse into the fiendish maw of terrible Bet-Sabbot you've seen em' all, yet every time the great eye of the sun-drinker sets its sights on a newly-doomed world there I am, floating off to the side with my clipboard and sharpie pen like I'm goddamn Jane Goodall. You know what I'd like to watch(as if anyone ever bothers to ask me)? An episode of Grey's Anatomy, or maybe the sunset with a bottle of Merlot and a good cheese spread.
What's that, a solar flare in a far-away galaxy has rapidly mutated a form of intelligent life into an omniscient entity of pure benevolence? Guess I'm missing this week's episode of Lost again. What, that show ended months ago? Fuck. I really need to get Tivo.
So, I guess it's time to quit. After all, I doubt the elder powers can destroy me, he who was the first and will be the last. It's not like a Watcher is even that necessary. I mean, stuff will keep happening whether I'm there to observe it or not. Let someone else be Watcher for awhile. I'm still young, this reality (spoiler alert!) still has a few billion years left in it, and its time to start living! It's time to stop watching, and start doing! There's a laser tag place down the street from my apartment, and I've always wanted to take a pottery class. Any ladies out there want to help a Watcher become a DOer?
Location: Seoul
PostingID: 1813335494
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
RE: Seeking Irreverent Daytime Mistress
Seeking Irreverent Daytime Mistress - 36 (Seoul)
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Date: 2010-06-15, 10:09AM KST
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I use the word irreverent in my title because it means 'critical of what is generally accepted or respected,' which perfectly suits the kind of person I am seeking.
I'm a 36 year old American working and living in Seoul.
I'm seeking an intelligent, sexy, and fit young woman to be my ongoing daytime mistress.
I imagine we would only be able to meet one another once or twice per week.
We would only be able to meet during the daytimes, (sometime between the hours of 10 am and 3 pm) spending time together talking and finding secret niches in Seoul where we can make love to one another.
In exchange for your confidentiality, erotic attention, and understanding, I would be able to help you with your expenses and upkeep.
If this sounds like a mutually beneficial arrangement, then please contact me and we will take our conversation from there.
Location: Seoul
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 1792335092
RE: Seeking Irreverent Daytime Mistress
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXXX. show details 2:06 am (5 minutes ago)
Exactly what kind of kill-play are you looking for? I'm no softy, but I'm still relatively new at all this. My ex turned me on to it about four years ago. We were getting bored with the BDSM scene... though I probably don't need to tell you, of all people, that whips and hot wax can get pretty dull after a while. I guess you could say we were pretty jaded, that we were looking for that next big thrill, that we couldn't get off unless we were constantly crossing into darker, weirder territories, that we couldn't feel alive unless we were pushing the boundaries of extreme psychosexual experience.
My ex heard about kill-play from our mutual friend/fuck-slave Gary. One night, after a particularly gruesome session with cudgels and riding-crops, Gary managed to sputter out a story about some guy he met in the basement of the club, a real player. When Gary got out of the hospital he took us to the guy's shop and, let me tell you, there are sex shops and there are sex shops, like the ones the public sees and the ones in the back room that, like the special humidor in a cigar shop, cater to a more exclusive clientele. What we saw... we just knew we had to part of it, this silent and faceless community of extreme fetishist of the international kill-play underground.
We had to train first. Some role-playing, of course, followed by several viewings of the Faces of Death video series (have you seen those?... wait, of course you have. The stuff you've done probably makes that shit look like the playland at McDonald's). Anyways, we started slow. A few cats, taken off the street. A dog we kidnapped from the neighbors. To be honest I was worried about doing a human, but my ex just kept on pushing, kept on saying we need to go farther, needed to have the ultimate experience. It turned me on... it still does, which is I guess is why I'm contacting you.
Well, my ex isn't around anymore and I can't get the game out of my mind, can't stop feeling like I took a bite of a gourmet meal only to have the plate taken away before I could finish. Turns out that homeless guy we brought back to our house was an Afghanistan war veteran and, for all his talk, my ex just couldn't go through with it when the time came. Naturally, I begged him to. We had already gone past the point of no return, and there was no going back - it was either follow through and erase the evidence or go to prison. But, my ex hesitated, the bum managed to wriggle out of his restraints and pick up a potato peeler we were using and... well, the rest is history.
So, that's why I am responding to your ad. I nearly creamed my panties when I saw it. Honestly, I never thought you really existed. I thought you were just a legend in the kill-play underground - I never imagined you were real, and that I might one day be contacting you over the web. Is it true you once did a pair of socialites in their father's yacht? Shit, I've got a lot to learn... and I need you to teach me.
I am SO Sorry!
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXX. show details 2:12 am (1 minute ago)
Oh my God, I've never been more embarassed in my life! As I was going through my sent mail folder I noticed your email address and realized I sent my message to the wrong person... guess I'm having another senior moment LOL! Please disregard my previous message, as it was not intended for you, but for the author of "Worthy Whore Wanted for KP". I have sent the message to the correct person and am keeping my fingers crossed for a response. Anyways, I hope you find your mistress. If this thing with the other guy doesn't work out, maybe you and me could hook up some time? I know plenty of secluded places we could make love, places NO ONE would think to look.
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Date: 2010-06-15, 10:09AM KST
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I use the word irreverent in my title because it means 'critical of what is generally accepted or respected,' which perfectly suits the kind of person I am seeking.
I'm a 36 year old American working and living in Seoul.
I'm seeking an intelligent, sexy, and fit young woman to be my ongoing daytime mistress.
I imagine we would only be able to meet one another once or twice per week.
We would only be able to meet during the daytimes, (sometime between the hours of 10 am and 3 pm) spending time together talking and finding secret niches in Seoul where we can make love to one another.
In exchange for your confidentiality, erotic attention, and understanding, I would be able to help you with your expenses and upkeep.
If this sounds like a mutually beneficial arrangement, then please contact me and we will take our conversation from there.
Location: Seoul
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 1792335092
RE: Seeking Irreverent Daytime Mistress
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXXX. show details 2:06 am (5 minutes ago)
Exactly what kind of kill-play are you looking for? I'm no softy, but I'm still relatively new at all this. My ex turned me on to it about four years ago. We were getting bored with the BDSM scene... though I probably don't need to tell you, of all people, that whips and hot wax can get pretty dull after a while. I guess you could say we were pretty jaded, that we were looking for that next big thrill, that we couldn't get off unless we were constantly crossing into darker, weirder territories, that we couldn't feel alive unless we were pushing the boundaries of extreme psychosexual experience.
My ex heard about kill-play from our mutual friend/fuck-slave Gary. One night, after a particularly gruesome session with cudgels and riding-crops, Gary managed to sputter out a story about some guy he met in the basement of the club, a real player. When Gary got out of the hospital he took us to the guy's shop and, let me tell you, there are sex shops and there are sex shops, like the ones the public sees and the ones in the back room that, like the special humidor in a cigar shop, cater to a more exclusive clientele. What we saw... we just knew we had to part of it, this silent and faceless community of extreme fetishist of the international kill-play underground.
We had to train first. Some role-playing, of course, followed by several viewings of the Faces of Death video series (have you seen those?... wait, of course you have. The stuff you've done probably makes that shit look like the playland at McDonald's). Anyways, we started slow. A few cats, taken off the street. A dog we kidnapped from the neighbors. To be honest I was worried about doing a human, but my ex just kept on pushing, kept on saying we need to go farther, needed to have the ultimate experience. It turned me on... it still does, which is I guess is why I'm contacting you.
Well, my ex isn't around anymore and I can't get the game out of my mind, can't stop feeling like I took a bite of a gourmet meal only to have the plate taken away before I could finish. Turns out that homeless guy we brought back to our house was an Afghanistan war veteran and, for all his talk, my ex just couldn't go through with it when the time came. Naturally, I begged him to. We had already gone past the point of no return, and there was no going back - it was either follow through and erase the evidence or go to prison. But, my ex hesitated, the bum managed to wriggle out of his restraints and pick up a potato peeler we were using and... well, the rest is history.
So, that's why I am responding to your ad. I nearly creamed my panties when I saw it. Honestly, I never thought you really existed. I thought you were just a legend in the kill-play underground - I never imagined you were real, and that I might one day be contacting you over the web. Is it true you once did a pair of socialites in their father's yacht? Shit, I've got a lot to learn... and I need you to teach me.
I am SO Sorry!
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXX. show details 2:12 am (1 minute ago)
Oh my God, I've never been more embarassed in my life! As I was going through my sent mail folder I noticed your email address and realized I sent my message to the wrong person... guess I'm having another senior moment LOL! Please disregard my previous message, as it was not intended for you, but for the author of "Worthy Whore Wanted for KP". I have sent the message to the correct person and am keeping my fingers crossed for a response. Anyways, I hope you find your mistress. If this thing with the other guy doesn't work out, maybe you and me could hook up some time? I know plenty of secluded places we could make love, places NO ONE would think to look.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Looking to Settle Down
Looking to Settle Down - 26 (Seoul)
Date: 2010-06-07, 2:10AM KST
I guess there comes a time that a man must walk away from the crowds and the cheers and fade into a life of normalcy. I guess that if you cheat death enough times, eventually he’ll come and claim what’s his if you keep giving him the opportunity.
These last thirty years I’ve been in the stunt business. You name it, I can jump it. School buses, forklifts, cement trucks – I’ve spent three decades putting asses in the seats of fairgrounds and convention centers all over this great nation. And now, it’s time to quit. Time to make my last jump - this time without risk of a shattered coccyx – the jump into retirement and a good woman to see me through it.
I’d describe myself more but, to be honest, I don’t remember much of the last decade, what with all the concussions. I was also using speed pretty heavily, so between picking up lot lizards at the Loaf N’ Jug and waking up in the county lock-up, I’ve got a few holes in the official record. Sometimes I’d wake up in a Motel Six next to a girl in cowboy boots and I had no idea how she got there, I just knew from the rash on my belly we’d been up banging all night. A few times I even looked under the covers and saw that she was packing something downstairs, and wondered just who had been banging who. Point is, I was a little wild in my formative years… and my adulthood… and most of middle age.
But, those days are behind me. First of all, I’m not much in performing shape anymore. I’ve got a rod in my spine, another where my tibia used to be, two plates in my head, and a set of false choppers to replace all them teeth I’ve had knocked out. The doctor says that if I take even one more blow to the head I’ll probably lapse into a coma, though I’ve been in two already and let me tell you they’re a walk in the park – just make sure you have the venue buy you a temporary insurance policy so you’re waking up to a new houseboat in Boca Raton and not eight back alimony payments for your bitch of an ex-wife. Also, I feel I just don’t got stunt-work in me anymore. I’m tired of the constant skin-grafts and micro-fracture surgery – though on the bright side I’m pretty much guaranteed a constant supply of primo pharmaceuticals while I’m learning to walk again.
I want to settle down. Normal house, normal job, normal life. Work on the weekdays, dinner at Stuckey’s on Saturday, mowing the lawn on Sunday – that kind of thing. Maybe I could get one of those new riding mowers they got. What are those thing, 60cc? Hell, I bet with a little tuning, maybe a diesel engine, we could get one of those things up to 180cc, easy. Maybe feed a little nitrous oxide into the fuel line and I could mow every damn lawn in the neighborhood in under an hour, and loud enough to wake up everybody in a five mile radius. I’d stake my life that if you put a ramp up you could easily clear a horse trailer with one of them suckers. Yeah. Yeah. That would be the life.
* Location: Seoul
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Date: 2010-06-07, 2:10AM KST
I guess there comes a time that a man must walk away from the crowds and the cheers and fade into a life of normalcy. I guess that if you cheat death enough times, eventually he’ll come and claim what’s his if you keep giving him the opportunity.
These last thirty years I’ve been in the stunt business. You name it, I can jump it. School buses, forklifts, cement trucks – I’ve spent three decades putting asses in the seats of fairgrounds and convention centers all over this great nation. And now, it’s time to quit. Time to make my last jump - this time without risk of a shattered coccyx – the jump into retirement and a good woman to see me through it.
I’d describe myself more but, to be honest, I don’t remember much of the last decade, what with all the concussions. I was also using speed pretty heavily, so between picking up lot lizards at the Loaf N’ Jug and waking up in the county lock-up, I’ve got a few holes in the official record. Sometimes I’d wake up in a Motel Six next to a girl in cowboy boots and I had no idea how she got there, I just knew from the rash on my belly we’d been up banging all night. A few times I even looked under the covers and saw that she was packing something downstairs, and wondered just who had been banging who. Point is, I was a little wild in my formative years… and my adulthood… and most of middle age.
But, those days are behind me. First of all, I’m not much in performing shape anymore. I’ve got a rod in my spine, another where my tibia used to be, two plates in my head, and a set of false choppers to replace all them teeth I’ve had knocked out. The doctor says that if I take even one more blow to the head I’ll probably lapse into a coma, though I’ve been in two already and let me tell you they’re a walk in the park – just make sure you have the venue buy you a temporary insurance policy so you’re waking up to a new houseboat in Boca Raton and not eight back alimony payments for your bitch of an ex-wife. Also, I feel I just don’t got stunt-work in me anymore. I’m tired of the constant skin-grafts and micro-fracture surgery – though on the bright side I’m pretty much guaranteed a constant supply of primo pharmaceuticals while I’m learning to walk again.
I want to settle down. Normal house, normal job, normal life. Work on the weekdays, dinner at Stuckey’s on Saturday, mowing the lawn on Sunday – that kind of thing. Maybe I could get one of those new riding mowers they got. What are those thing, 60cc? Hell, I bet with a little tuning, maybe a diesel engine, we could get one of those things up to 180cc, easy. Maybe feed a little nitrous oxide into the fuel line and I could mow every damn lawn in the neighborhood in under an hour, and loud enough to wake up everybody in a five mile radius. I’d stake my life that if you put a ramp up you could easily clear a horse trailer with one of them suckers. Yeah. Yeah. That would be the life.
* Location: Seoul
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
A Wife to Take to America
Marry, what a wretch I am, but no less a wretch that needs wifing!
Henry Cooper is the name, merchant man and smuggler. I've done a deal of trades in my tyme: I soldiered under the banner of Queene Anne; trafficked negroes in Barbadoes; even once did me a little pirating in the West Indies. But now Fortuna, the strumpet, hath given me a new opportunity I would in soothe not waiste, though it giveth me nary cause for enjoyment. A fortnight ago I got word from Umbridge that my dear uncle hath passed of the French disease gotten from the sundry slatterns that was his appetite. In his will, I have been bequeethed a plantation in Virginia, though with no wife to help harvest the sot-weed and not a farthing for a strong-backed negroe or bonded man, I have little means to work such a farm. The life won't be easy - I've heard tales of moskitos the size of pidgons and naked salvages who wilt quarter any white man with their feerce axes, but I've my musket and my cutlass and near ten year's in her majesties navy to deal with any blood-mad heathens.
What I'm looking for is a goodly and comely wench who desires passage to the colonies. The lasses in Virginia, as the talk in the public-houses go, are all but headlong into harlotry, and though I've swived many the slattern and maiden alike, I am a man after betrothal and will not tolerate a strumpet in mine home. Women who replie should have goode strong hips and be clever about divers matters. Women who know the tobacco trade woode be specially helpful. My only other recourse is to enlist the aide of my nephew, damn him for a papist and blackguard, who wilt by his nature do everything to deceeve and cheet me, but is crafty in business and a merry companion.
Tyme is short. Replie rite quickly, that I might set sail for Virginia!
Henry Cooper is the name, merchant man and smuggler. I've done a deal of trades in my tyme: I soldiered under the banner of Queene Anne; trafficked negroes in Barbadoes; even once did me a little pirating in the West Indies. But now Fortuna, the strumpet, hath given me a new opportunity I would in soothe not waiste, though it giveth me nary cause for enjoyment. A fortnight ago I got word from Umbridge that my dear uncle hath passed of the French disease gotten from the sundry slatterns that was his appetite. In his will, I have been bequeethed a plantation in Virginia, though with no wife to help harvest the sot-weed and not a farthing for a strong-backed negroe or bonded man, I have little means to work such a farm. The life won't be easy - I've heard tales of moskitos the size of pidgons and naked salvages who wilt quarter any white man with their feerce axes, but I've my musket and my cutlass and near ten year's in her majesties navy to deal with any blood-mad heathens.
What I'm looking for is a goodly and comely wench who desires passage to the colonies. The lasses in Virginia, as the talk in the public-houses go, are all but headlong into harlotry, and though I've swived many the slattern and maiden alike, I am a man after betrothal and will not tolerate a strumpet in mine home. Women who replie should have goode strong hips and be clever about divers matters. Women who know the tobacco trade woode be specially helpful. My only other recourse is to enlist the aide of my nephew, damn him for a papist and blackguard, who wilt by his nature do everything to deceeve and cheet me, but is crafty in business and a merry companion.
Tyme is short. Replie rite quickly, that I might set sail for Virginia!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
RE: Rare Being Seeks Same-Loving, Conscious, Companion, Futuristic Thinker
Rare Being Seeks Same-Loving, Conscious, Companion, Futuristic Thinker - 55 (Lakewood)
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Date: 2010-05-12, 12:13AM MDT
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Hi, Let me introduce myself I'm 5' 5 1/2" tall, more on the slender side, red hair, large brown eyes which look green depending on what I'm wearing.
Small framed. I can be very warm and friendly while also needing quiet, meditative time. I'm NOT a television watcher or mainstream thinker, enjoy meeting people of LIKE MIND, Metaphysicians, people interested in the future of our planet and SUSTAINABLE LIVING.
My interest: I'm a woman on a "mission", interested in the future of the planet and it's people, FAMILY, MY SON, Community, Living outside of Denver in the country or mountains, futuristic thinking, metaphysician for 25 years, Abraham-Hicks student, consider myself a "mystic", love to have fun and laugh, can be playful, interested in spiritual pursuits, but don't want to be too serious about life as I believe it to be best to have the balance of play and doing what we came here to do, "our Mission." Balance between the spiritual and the physical. I'M VERY INTERESTED IN DOMES AND BUILDING ONE Right OUTSIDE OF DENVER FOR HEALING AND REGENERATION! I’m pursuing a major life "vision" and would love to meet someone who would like to do this with me! Sustainable living communities which will be a necessity in the near future and definitely BALANCE in all things. "Musical Shaman" is my profession.
Personality: Double Sagittarian (Yikes, No wonder I aim for the stars), Passionate, Compassionate, Sensitive, Warm, Loving, Friendly, can be shy at times, Always wanting to learn more, Social while also needing meditative time to myself- there's the balance thing again.
What I'm interested in a partner: Someone who would build a dome outside of Denver in the mountains or foothills with me who is also interested in domes, the future of our planet, 2012 & beyond !!! Characteristics that are important to me: Advanced Thinker, Intelligence, Futurist, Genuine, Sensitive, Loyal, Best friend, Companion, Lover, who loves RVs and traveling to "sacred sites." TALL, good health, healthy food & fairly fit, good listener, integrity, BALANCED, STABLE, GROUNDED, compassionate, passionate, emotionally available and very Loving like me.
Well, if we don't ask for what we want how can we get it?!
If this resonates with you I'd love to hear from you.
Location: Lakewood
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 1736638994
RE: Rare Being Seeks Same-Loving, Conscious, Companion, Futuristic Thinker
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
show details 1:27 am
I share your ideas on sustainable living. There was a time, in the folly of my youth, that I thought apealing to people's better senses through activism was the path to preserving this world. It was my mission, same as yours. That was before Ecuador. Before IT happened.
I was just a young, happy-go-lucky post grad excited about his first field work. Mycology, that was my game, and my playground the Wanatapak jungle and the numerous species of undiscovered fungi rumored to be living there. Let me tell you, IT changed me. I found IT, which for the sake of clarity I will refer to from here on as Aiyapuaala, growing in a single clearing deep within the Wanatapak. It was out of this world man, like nothing I'd ever seen before. Spore prints that would blow your mind. Vacuoles like something out of science fiction. I made a little camp in the clearing and set myself to studying this rare and wonderful fruit of creation.
Three days later, the visions started.
It was the spores, you see. The spores go airborne. They get inhaled. The get into the blood stream and from there wham, bam, game over, man, all the sudden you see the world like it truly is and you know your life before meant nothing, that you were asleep, but now you're awake and your eyes are open and you can never be the same again. I spent weeks, months - who knows how long - walking the pathways of my mind. When at last the old me had been annihilated and reshaped into a being of pure empathy. Aiyapuaala appeared to me. Aiyapuaala, the great mushroom God, towering above the canopy, filling me with it's love, telling me of it's burdens! The ranchers. The lumber companies. Aiyapuaala and all her children being ground under the tread of bulldozers of burned in the fires of slash-and-burn farming. That's when I knew sustainable living was a lie. There's no way to sustain this world, not with nearly seven billion people (and counting) defiling it. Aiyapuaala told me the solution and gave me a new mission, a mission I hope you share.
I, too, want to build a great dome outside of Denver, but not a dome of stone and glass and other materials plundered from the Earth but a great cap, with a great stalk, with the tendrils running underground and getting the spores into everything from the crops we grow to the water we drink. Once others have had their eyes opened and know the love and wisdom of Aiyapuaala, they will erect their own domes outside of other cities. Soon, the world will belong to Aiyapuaala as it once did. The unnecessary will be destroyed, their slowly decomposing bodies becoming the food for Aiyapualaa's mighty digestive processes. The rest will be kept at a sustained population in order to create a constant and renewable supply of putrefying organic matter for Aiyapuaala's sustenance. And, finally, humankind shall be as one, sharing every thought and sensation through the underground web of filaments connecting us to that center of all consciousness, Aiyapuaala, each of us a single synapse in the great brain of the mushroom god. You sound like you are already half-awakened. That is good for you, as you will likely become an Overseer - that is what they will call the first converts of Aiyapuaala's way.
Anyways, it sounds like we have a lot in common. We are both shamans of sorts. We both see domes in the immediate future. Come to me, and let me open your eyes to the truth of Aiyapuaala - after all, you have no choice. Soon, all will know his glory.
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Date: 2010-05-12, 12:13AM MDT
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Hi, Let me introduce myself I'm 5' 5 1/2" tall, more on the slender side, red hair, large brown eyes which look green depending on what I'm wearing.
Small framed. I can be very warm and friendly while also needing quiet, meditative time. I'm NOT a television watcher or mainstream thinker, enjoy meeting people of LIKE MIND, Metaphysicians, people interested in the future of our planet and SUSTAINABLE LIVING.
My interest: I'm a woman on a "mission", interested in the future of the planet and it's people, FAMILY, MY SON, Community, Living outside of Denver in the country or mountains, futuristic thinking, metaphysician for 25 years, Abraham-Hicks student, consider myself a "mystic", love to have fun and laugh, can be playful, interested in spiritual pursuits, but don't want to be too serious about life as I believe it to be best to have the balance of play and doing what we came here to do, "our Mission." Balance between the spiritual and the physical. I'M VERY INTERESTED IN DOMES AND BUILDING ONE Right OUTSIDE OF DENVER FOR HEALING AND REGENERATION! I’m pursuing a major life "vision" and would love to meet someone who would like to do this with me! Sustainable living communities which will be a necessity in the near future and definitely BALANCE in all things. "Musical Shaman" is my profession.
Personality: Double Sagittarian (Yikes, No wonder I aim for the stars), Passionate, Compassionate, Sensitive, Warm, Loving, Friendly, can be shy at times, Always wanting to learn more, Social while also needing meditative time to myself- there's the balance thing again.
What I'm interested in a partner: Someone who would build a dome outside of Denver in the mountains or foothills with me who is also interested in domes, the future of our planet, 2012 & beyond !!! Characteristics that are important to me: Advanced Thinker, Intelligence, Futurist, Genuine, Sensitive, Loyal, Best friend, Companion, Lover, who loves RVs and traveling to "sacred sites." TALL, good health, healthy food & fairly fit, good listener, integrity, BALANCED, STABLE, GROUNDED, compassionate, passionate, emotionally available and very Loving like me.
Well, if we don't ask for what we want how can we get it?!
If this resonates with you I'd love to hear from you.
Location: Lakewood
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RE: Rare Being Seeks Same-Loving, Conscious, Companion, Futuristic Thinker
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
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I share your ideas on sustainable living. There was a time, in the folly of my youth, that I thought apealing to people's better senses through activism was the path to preserving this world. It was my mission, same as yours. That was before Ecuador. Before IT happened.
I was just a young, happy-go-lucky post grad excited about his first field work. Mycology, that was my game, and my playground the Wanatapak jungle and the numerous species of undiscovered fungi rumored to be living there. Let me tell you, IT changed me. I found IT, which for the sake of clarity I will refer to from here on as Aiyapuaala, growing in a single clearing deep within the Wanatapak. It was out of this world man, like nothing I'd ever seen before. Spore prints that would blow your mind. Vacuoles like something out of science fiction. I made a little camp in the clearing and set myself to studying this rare and wonderful fruit of creation.
Three days later, the visions started.
It was the spores, you see. The spores go airborne. They get inhaled. The get into the blood stream and from there wham, bam, game over, man, all the sudden you see the world like it truly is and you know your life before meant nothing, that you were asleep, but now you're awake and your eyes are open and you can never be the same again. I spent weeks, months - who knows how long - walking the pathways of my mind. When at last the old me had been annihilated and reshaped into a being of pure empathy. Aiyapuaala appeared to me. Aiyapuaala, the great mushroom God, towering above the canopy, filling me with it's love, telling me of it's burdens! The ranchers. The lumber companies. Aiyapuaala and all her children being ground under the tread of bulldozers of burned in the fires of slash-and-burn farming. That's when I knew sustainable living was a lie. There's no way to sustain this world, not with nearly seven billion people (and counting) defiling it. Aiyapuaala told me the solution and gave me a new mission, a mission I hope you share.
I, too, want to build a great dome outside of Denver, but not a dome of stone and glass and other materials plundered from the Earth but a great cap, with a great stalk, with the tendrils running underground and getting the spores into everything from the crops we grow to the water we drink. Once others have had their eyes opened and know the love and wisdom of Aiyapuaala, they will erect their own domes outside of other cities. Soon, the world will belong to Aiyapuaala as it once did. The unnecessary will be destroyed, their slowly decomposing bodies becoming the food for Aiyapualaa's mighty digestive processes. The rest will be kept at a sustained population in order to create a constant and renewable supply of putrefying organic matter for Aiyapuaala's sustenance. And, finally, humankind shall be as one, sharing every thought and sensation through the underground web of filaments connecting us to that center of all consciousness, Aiyapuaala, each of us a single synapse in the great brain of the mushroom god. You sound like you are already half-awakened. That is good for you, as you will likely become an Overseer - that is what they will call the first converts of Aiyapuaala's way.
Anyways, it sounds like we have a lot in common. We are both shamans of sorts. We both see domes in the immediate future. Come to me, and let me open your eyes to the truth of Aiyapuaala - after all, you have no choice. Soon, all will know his glory.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
RE: Hi, 25 Seoul girl, seeking whitemales
Hi, 25 Seoul girl, seeking whitemales - 25 (Seoul)
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Date: 2010-05-02, 5:00PM KST
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I am interested in meeting white males for language exchange
I am 5f 7 inches tall cute asian girl if you ask mee,
and i love watching movies and love singing and reading books
I would like to get married to a white guy and want to learn my favorite at the Us universities,
If i get married to a citizen, then i heard that they cut down on the tuition,
I hope i get married and study at a low expense in the US.
but canadians ok too, americans are ok,, both are ok
Location: Seoul
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PostingID: 1720401671
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
You are in luck, young lady, for it seems we both have things the other needs. US Citizenship? College tuition? All of it and more will be taken care of, and marriage won't even be necessary. In fact, we prefer you stay unmarried in order to better preserve your, and our, anonymity.
Let me explain, as your excitement over this offer is undoubtedly matched by your confusion.
My name is Dr. Zeta. Just Dr. Zeta, for now - more will be revealed to you as the program progresses. I am currently the head researcher at Project Griffin, a joint Anglo-American scientific think-tank dedicated to resolving some of the most thorny issues in today's international political climate. Our diverse contributors include such influential organizations as the American State Department, The Pentagon, and Downing Street, a fact I reveal only to make you aware of the kind of compensation you can expect to receive for your participation. Not only will you be granted citizenship and college tuition at the conclusion of the process, but will likely be able to retire using any of the numerous anonymous investment funds set up in your name.
So, why you? As I said before, you are a perfect candidate. You are not currently a U.S. citizen, and the kind of research we do has been, since the end of the Vietnam War, rendered unconstitutional by House Resolution 5155-7: concerning the use of US citizens for advanced bioweapon testing. You are healthy, young, ambitious, and, should luck be on our side, possess the correct genetic determinants and blood haplotypes to be considered ideal for this program. Moreover, your disappearance would be scarcely noticed and likely not investigated - though, should that happen, our donors would be more than capable of blocking any inquiries. You'd be amazed, young lady, just how high up this goes.
If you are interested, make haste to reply. Good subjects are hard to come by, and many of my colleagues are suggesting we just begin rounding up transients. Transients who, unfortunately, are usually found in a weakened state and seldom able to survive the process long enough to collect useful data.
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Date: 2010-05-02, 5:00PM KST
Reply to: pers-XXXXXXXXXXXX@craigslist.org
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I am interested in meeting white males for language exchange
I am 5f 7 inches tall cute asian girl if you ask mee,
and i love watching movies and love singing and reading books
I would like to get married to a white guy and want to learn my favorite at the Us universities,
If i get married to a citizen, then i heard that they cut down on the tuition,
I hope i get married and study at a low expense in the US.
but canadians ok too, americans are ok,, both are ok
Location: Seoul
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 1720401671
Colin Heintze to pers-XXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
You are in luck, young lady, for it seems we both have things the other needs. US Citizenship? College tuition? All of it and more will be taken care of, and marriage won't even be necessary. In fact, we prefer you stay unmarried in order to better preserve your, and our, anonymity.
Let me explain, as your excitement over this offer is undoubtedly matched by your confusion.
My name is Dr. Zeta. Just Dr. Zeta, for now - more will be revealed to you as the program progresses. I am currently the head researcher at Project Griffin, a joint Anglo-American scientific think-tank dedicated to resolving some of the most thorny issues in today's international political climate. Our diverse contributors include such influential organizations as the American State Department, The Pentagon, and Downing Street, a fact I reveal only to make you aware of the kind of compensation you can expect to receive for your participation. Not only will you be granted citizenship and college tuition at the conclusion of the process, but will likely be able to retire using any of the numerous anonymous investment funds set up in your name.
So, why you? As I said before, you are a perfect candidate. You are not currently a U.S. citizen, and the kind of research we do has been, since the end of the Vietnam War, rendered unconstitutional by House Resolution 5155-7: concerning the use of US citizens for advanced bioweapon testing. You are healthy, young, ambitious, and, should luck be on our side, possess the correct genetic determinants and blood haplotypes to be considered ideal for this program. Moreover, your disappearance would be scarcely noticed and likely not investigated - though, should that happen, our donors would be more than capable of blocking any inquiries. You'd be amazed, young lady, just how high up this goes.
If you are interested, make haste to reply. Good subjects are hard to come by, and many of my colleagues are suggesting we just begin rounding up transients. Transients who, unfortunately, are usually found in a weakened state and seldom able to survive the process long enough to collect useful data.
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