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Chapter 65 - Dreams of Adventure
Nobody really knows this but I never really went to my high school prom. I have attended a few homecoming events but never prom. I have never had a real girlfriend in my life though I am a monarchist. It would be nice to have one. Especially now that I am growing up and family life is starting to look appealing to me. I am 28 years old. I am an African American male. I am educated. I do not have a criminal record. I do not have STDs. I have never been married and I do not have any children, but I do want to have children now. I want to get married. I do not have any friends at the moment. It is hard for me to make friends because I do not have a job. Since I do not have a job, I do not have money. Since I do not have money, I can't afford to go on vacations to Miami beaches or summer vacations like everybody else. I can't even afford to eat at my local restaurant now. The hard part is, I kind of want to. I want to go on vacation and have fun just like everyone else. I guess it's mostly because of the work route I took. I still have yet to generate any kind of revenue to make a living on. I would say the parts that want are the spontaneous hitting me up out of nowhere hangouts that I have yet to experience with delight. I have never been to spring break, and I want to explore that a bit just for the sake of it.
There are so many things that I want to do but the limit seems to be finances at the moment. I guess it's just about finding the means to procure the funds to make some dreams a reality from this point on.
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Chapter 66 - The Ease of Life
I seem to recall my experiences having fun in the past in a matter of a fraction. I can't begin to explain how much I enjoyed going through long line forest walks down the road, enjoying a cigarette on the way. I am a person who likes to just enjoy the moments as I walk around. Looking back, I recall some wild traveling that I want to get into later in this script. I make sure my things are packed before I leave the house. I make sure my backpack is filled with documents and my financial tools. I account for my journey, the clothes I am wearing, and how much calories I need to consume before the day starts. I get my chores done around the house early. I tend to take care of my clothes often and consistently which lets me have one day a week I get my stuff done on Sunday’s. I use the laundry very well. It tends to get stains from the parties of last night. Before the party starts, long scales of work must be completed usually. I think to myself before I leave the house, my phones must be charged for the journey. My work is constantly accounted for by a large team of bankers who help maintain my trading money though a vast chain of banks. I usually like to leave a small amount in some accounts just in case when I go on walks and need to buy something, I can swipe out my cards or my phone and use it to purchase items like cookies and drinks for the journey. I tend to maintain a system where before a lot of things are done, I write out the plans way before time. I usually tell my friends what they want to hear. Beforehand, I call them and ask them how they want the nights to go because they tend to get as wild as me when we rally or before we do. I am not a fan of pregaming since it tends to not keep things packed well together in the stomach. The food that is 180
usually prepared tends to take a large amount of space in the stomach and adding a few shots tends to make my stomach upset so I make sure to just drink coffee or a bit of tea. My days tend to start out week, however, I can't tell you how much stress there is in the morning. Waking up in my bed, I look outside the window and peer to the skies for the break of morning light.
Sometimes, I do not want to miss the first light ravaging the dark skies in mist of deep rain. I like it when it rains the night before or when it rains at night. It helps me get up feeling refreshed and a bit relaxed. The stressful part comes in when the hangover or headaches are not taken care of.
It is really hard to maintain a decent composure after a good night of partying so breakfast must be made fresh. I like to eat a nice clean freshly made breakfast. I usually eat a lot of pancakes, and I drink a lot of milk. I tend to avoid bacon and everything that upsets my stomach. I like eggs but not all the time. Eggs help but they are very hard to cook. I mostly peer through the fridge for something light. The coffee smell fresh from the coffee makers eases the tension and stress that come about because of having regular duties.
I stick with regular foods that are not processed. I am a fan of fruits and veggies. Some veggies have good properties that I like. I like parsley. It has an item in it that helps make caterpillars not appealing to feast on. The substance makes the little bug disgusting to eat for potential predators. I add a lot of parsley in my lunch meals, so it helps ward off my potential enemies. I am not really a religious person, but I do believe if the stuff inside the parsley protects the bug, it will probably help protect me since I will likely emit it through my pores. I am a constant reader, and throughout the day, I consume a lot of information on the world wide web. I read a lot of financial articles, I read a lot of people's magazines. I enjoy following the ups and downs of wall street and when the market opens on Mondays, I tend to wait till around 9:45 to 181
watch the little green wave start out in a bull market. I love the constant uproar that helps me fuel for the day quite well. With the morning irritation comes the usual demand from friends of what they want to eat throughout the day. I tend to text me in ten-minute intervals to let them know which brands I want. I usually ask for my usual Yuengling’s. Sometimes, my friends want to drink mixed drinks so beforehand, they tell me, and I prepare a plan for the day that will help sustain the mixed drink. I hate drinking mixed drinks while I have any kind of dairy for lunch.
The cheese doesn't agree with the drinks in my stomach. I prefer beer. It is made with good ingredients and tends to have the right number of calories I want. The calories are for the morning. Fueled up to the brim with beer the night before, it is like eating bread, but you don't have to digest it much. The parties I have with my friends tend to go on all night, so we have to make sure we do not use private transportation. We stick with public transportation in case we get too fucked up and we lose the stamina for the morning. Not only are public transportations safer for the environment, but they also help deal with the driving while intoxicated problem.
There is usually not a lot of my friends who liked to be the DD for the whole group so taking the bus or the train is a valuable asset.
I believe the quality time that you spend with your friends makes you the person you are in the future and to have valuable memories built together, one must take the whole day to get ready. Sometimes it takes the whole week if you are planning on having a good time with your friends because you have to account for every bit of the night before the good times happen. The body must be taken care of, the brands must be chosen, the chores have to be done, the house must be in order. Once the occasion is ready, it becomes a good source of fun. You can't really 182
measure the happiness of the night, or the amount of attention it generated without tending to your items.
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Chapter 67 - The Illusion backstrap
I find it paramount to put here Backstrap is indeed pretty nice. I have really enjoyed the taste of the smooth venison as the flavor melts into the bones, metaphorically speaking. This delicacy however is quite rare. I have changed my focus to enjoying the time left until I hear back from Towson. There is still plenty of space available in the summer term. That one single document, whether I get accepted or not, will determine if the general population will just see me as another deadbeat graduate or a person who persevered through political turmoil and made a home for himself. It’s been quiet, very quiet. I have been getting no urgent mail nor any need for labor has been required of me yet. If I was to subjectify the document, she would still be she, the wondrous she that will fix my economy. Her arrival has been a bit late, but the villains don’t win because they are weak. In sociology, everything looks perfect and is perfect. There are red and white roses growing in the garden, and flourishing. The white rose is blooming and shows evidence of having grown roots. The red roses seem happy after having been cultivated and nurtured. Spring is in full view, and no one is in conflict.
Oh, my little Tiger, won't you come to me While I eat my fruits in the garden, under a tree I am waiting here for you, I have all the remedies
Let us make this life bright together, like the Roaring 20’s.
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Everything is in full bloom, and points to life, but I do not think I have any more Ace’s either. I think this rejection would be a huge blow to my economy since I put everything into it.
The best and last stretch option would be to give admissions staff an ample amount of liberty without me in it, especially since the weekend is coming. I have poured over hundreds of parliamentary documents and watched films. I have studied my political guts out of all forms of government administrations. I have also peaked my ability to perform. Seems like it would all be in vain, starting from 0. I think my books are rusting too. Some of them were written in the 1600’s. Some from the first A.D. Hobbs and Moses will roll over in their grave and ask Emerson Ralph, a pass of the spliff before they blow their skulls one last time at the colossal failure that will likely ensue. You can never be prepared enough, yet I have stretched the limit. The best part about it all is that the ball is not in my hands. Nothing is expected of me. I’ve put my best foot forward. It's like asking someone to walk across the continent after you tell him he might or might not eat with you. I have finished the walk and reached the state, except this time, there is nowhere to “turn back to”. I know for a fact all forms of politics at this point are just talk to cover the air, especially since there is nowhere to lead or follow. All talks of business are useless too, the money has yet to materialize. Without an in, it’s just another great journey nowhere.
My mind still lingers on how good last night's meal was. The delicate taste and the soft meat are still haunting me.
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Chapter 68 - Finish brexit or no dice
I seem to be going through a little hiccup of a problem. As the days dawn closer and closer to when I might get my armada back, I can't help but linger on the possibility that it might happen. I spent all my time preparing for what I should do in case It might not happen. I have forgotten to account for what I should do, that it should happen. My thought process however cannot help but swim on the possibility of whether or not I should be preparing a scapegoat or a safety net plan just in case I do get my ship back. I can sail straight through to where I want but there is also the matter of expenditure where even when and if I have my ship in hand, it will not leave the coast for two months which leaves me with the thoughts of what I ought to do after. My first reflection lingers on making amends and saying goodbyes one more time to everyone, to sail off into the sunset so I can take on the world. Classes start May 31st, and I doubt I will be allowed to set my sails until then, one of the main reasons being I really do not want to. I haven't left home in a long time. The last time I shipped off, I was out for a grand total of 3 weeks before the whole thing sank to the bottom of the oceans, I was the only survivor. My most successful adventure took place between 2013-2015 where I was out in the waters for a grand total of two years, and I ventured endlessly into the far reaches of the world. My ships were loaded to the brim with gunpowder and resources of tremendous value. To be clear, the problem, or the issue at hand here is not having my armada, its actually having it. I have not prepared for what should happen if my plans should indeed work and I have the keys to the engine in about 3 weeks.
The only solution I can think of here is to stay the course I have been on for the past few months.
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at it. We have to find a way to get the deal to leave, and if not, leave either way. This outlook also has a blindside, however. The answer lies in whether the exit should be prepared on or after the deal has been presented. If we had managed to get the deal on the specified day, we would still not have any resources to leave. Which leaves the conjecture, the utmost yet inevitable question, that the procurement of currency should begin soon, especially since we have none at the moment.
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Chapter 69 - The Monarchy Letters My dearest dove, Megan,
Whenever my heart aches, I simply command it to beat to the rhythm of war in spite of my mood. I fail every time when it comes to you however, my dearest darling, because it starts to sing. My melody and tunes long for you. The youth I once cherished despises who I will be without my dearest love. My treasures laugh at my face and bring accusations against me. "We will not survive this winter", they barge at me, "at least not without an heir", I hear them. They no longer trust my leadership. How can they when the only person I think about is you, my foxy lady. I think of your smile and I am perpetually lost. I imagine holding your hands in mine and my mind forgets to reason. I think of us having a family, then I pass out. I can't help but imagine another snotty one that looks like you and me, running around the house causing chaos. In my dreams, I consider the possibilities of our endless adventure, then come morning, I do not want to wake up. Your love is so tender my dearest love. I long for the spark of day, just to embrace you again, perhaps this time eternally. My only wish at the moment is to hold you and never let you go, for you to bask in my presence and me in yours. My deep anguish lies haunting me. I try to express myself in words yet I fail because my desire for you keeps consuming me. I love you a thousand times and over again. Come our next date, if ever there was one again, I hope it will be the last one. Think of me, cherish me, I will always make sure to keep my ignited soul eternally open to love you always.
Your dearest one, Sam
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I wanted to tell you about this dream a bit earlier but now it seemed adamant. It was last night, I saw myself heading down a familiar path, with forest surrounding me, in the rock creek, somewhere around Romanian Avenue, and I proceeded my strides a little faster. I felt strength and my heart raging a little under 45 beats and ready to do my duty. After a few strides, I looked towards my left and heard the sound of an echo, a black bird, a distress which said, " do not go that way". I turned back immediately, and then I witnessed the likeness of armies, revolutionaries rising from the ground of leaves, heading left and right that would have frightened me to the core. I kept going to the right and they dispersed. Into nothing where I was dressed in an outfit with all black, the likeness of a cop, taking into the night from the relentless fire from my front door at 8503. She was the most beautiful woman so weak and distressed, on which I held with both arms and brought into the house. As soon as I did, my brother appeared and sent our warning signs as he looked at the weak woman who I was holding in my arms. He ran back to his room in fear, distress and worry. She was so weak, and I loved her. I went down on her and out came yellow, red and white as she came in my mouth which I proceeded to spit in the trash.
It was Megan M, but the only thing I was thinking was, could the English be so dumb to name their new Maryland flag after the color of pee, cum, and period along with darkness in the dream? I don't know much about princesses, but I woke up and brushed it off. Could this be just another dream or just stupid shit I learned during my ventures in hedonism?
Best Sam
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Lately, I have been having a lot of unfamiliar dreams. I was wondering if you can help me figure them out. I keep having dreams of princesses profane and glowing like the moonlight, speaking wildly which I undercut with my foot to drop. I keep having dreams of shiny white horses by an airport that reproduce by the hundreds and are strong and beautiful, large black and white birds with strength and stamina that look like herons flying in dense clouds. Just this morning before I woke up, a group of wolves, loyal and rich and knowledge surrounding me at my bedside with a woman waiting for us to "complete the deed" while the roman princess quivered in anguish and pleasure with moans while there was a large sum of money in my left pocket, but she wasn't interested in currency. The place looked very poor, like the slums but the wolves were beautiful. I looked to the left and they stood with me. I looked to the right, and they fed me. When I left, I had really strong wings and I could fly underground, and the beat of my arms was not rusty. At the moment, I am left a little perplexed since they are foreign to me yet magnificent. Anyways, I do not know if you got my last letter, but I am still interested in the beautiful Lady Amelia Windsor. Perhaps along with her, we can be a family.
Best wishes on the coming holidays,
Samuel Kebede
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My dearest Valaria,
Day to day, my love for you grows and I cannot wait to see you again. My longing heart awaits your incoming assault to my ego as you make me relentlessly persistent while kicking it to the curb by your swift moves and lavish lips that drip honey. I want to hug and never let you go. I want your arms around me, and mine around yours while we look in each other's eyes for hours.
I want to hold your hand when we walk under the moonlight to swim in a village lake at midnight, and you kiss me inside the cool creek with love so tender that it makes cherub blush.
To the divine Amelia Windsor,
As the day seems to be going at speeds, I can no longer look past, I can't help but think of the moments when things used to be so simple. The days where I was not concerned about getting old nor about my legacy, or what I have achieved. You keep thinking to yourself, and so do I.
However, my reluctance towards exploring better options of spending my time are much more limited than yours. It has indeed been a while since I wrote to you. I think when it comes to love, I look back and find none to what I hope to probably read on the pages of romantic authors. I have tried countless times to make ends meet on the matters of time. I look at myself in the mirror and I am no longer the person you can refer to as a "youth". Midlife crisis and rebellion seem to be the only ventures to look forward to that bring however much excitement in my life.
Revolutions turn me on more than the plug that lights my phone. Yet the ideas are so much better than the reality of it. I do not believe you might find any substance in this letter compared to the 191
ones in the past. I think much more of my passive thoughts of what I have been thinking and much less of my love for you. To say there were none would be wrong and maybe even a lie.
Yet, the reality rests with me having submitted to an alien authority with my wishes buried under magnanimous debt to the republic and a rudimentary senator. I sometimes think how simple it must be to get married and carry on just like the rest of the population, and then I look towards China and India and realize they could do much better by going through the back door. Probably having realized the end of youthful days, my attitudes seem to be changing towards that of a hypodermic cunt. "Where have I been? Where am I?" These questions seem to arise daily but in regard to you, all I have to do is reflect to understand the perfection of my position. Although my life is pushing forward, I see ours daily getting closer to being one. Our motives are perhaps the reason we keep running into each other. As your beauty fades, so does my youth. But not the times we will likely witness change before our eyes.
Countless times I have tried to ignore politics and the aggregated forms of solitude and submission. You would think however way about matters of state but even when you ignore them, they do not disappear. We have duties, they do not. They are the duty. Much more than yesterday, today seems to be the pressing matter because come tomorrow, it will be gone. I wish I could spend with you much more time than I possibly can to explain how and why I would rather spend all my time just looking into your eyes for all my days, yet you'd likely wish for a different outcome than the position you are in now. You'd think your days would be better spent corrosively obsessing about what it would be like not to be you or your title, yet I am here to tell 192
you nothing you do not know but quiet feelings repressed by glad passions. I think you and I do not fully appreciate anything. I think even though we have a lot to look forward to, we ignore many sources of joy and happiness for the sake of cleansing ourselves in the name of our family.
I have been in thoughts of you but not the kinds you would wish or want. Thoughts of active matriculations. Not the conservative kind but much shallower.
When I think of us together, I can't help but imagine your hand in mine, on a bed watching movies from sun up to sun down, the warmth of your skin and the smooth edges of your physique. I look at myself and I do not see anything on me that is on you. You're so different.
You're so soft and cute and very cuddly. I touch my hand with the other and the rough nature of it kills my boners. You're so fluffy and come with hair that smells like a garden of roses. I smelled myself last night, and then thought of the neighbor's dog. I bet he had it better in the shadows.
I am willing to bet our babies will likely be like Lucifer if they exist. If only, I could express how much I love you in words, my darling. I hope to see you soon.
Much love and kisses.
Your dearest, Sam
To Lady Amelia Windsor,
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My heartbeat often dances to the rhythm of your voice, prancing like a proud stag, staggering to be made perfect once more by your love. Perhaps, it's Saint Peter himself, who has blessed my lovely lady to be so perfect and whole, made solely to be my guiding angel, a light house to my vessel, a towering figure in this perplexed life. As my life keeps going, my thoughts reflect on my aging body and what glory awaits moving forward.
Sometimes, I realize some of the desires and passions I want to express must be left behind for the common good. Of all the pleasures I keep sacrificing however, this specific one I can't seem to be void off, a marriage to a fine woman. You are indeed a fine woman. Oftentimes, I push aside matters of state that concern me because wisdom dictates caution. Other times, I throw myself in politics that do not concern me for the greater good. Of all my labor under the sun, I can't help but think of legacy, majesty, and lineage. When I am 6 feet under, what would be the consolidating moment in my life I would have said, "this defines me and tells of the story about who I am". I believe that answer lies with you, my lady. Brute I maybe but may my love for you be everlasting.
Your dearest, Samuel
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To the most loveliest lady, My doe, my lost city, Lady Amelia Windsor, I woke up this morning and was in deep thoughts of what it must be like to live alone in such a big continent. I look towards the east and see a vast ocean, and then there is you. Putting things together, mid-morning I came to the realization I know a lot about the country, much more about the ocean, and then there's you, my Atlantis. You are the ocean and the country. The strings of my heart keep playing the same music of adventure when I think of you. I want to sail on the deepest oceans with the storm behind me. I want to travel to the further edges of the continent to satisfy my heart, but I would miss out on the former. You are the uniting point my solemn princess. With you, I can do both at the same time. It all starts with the thoughts of the taste of your lips, tender like the Atlantic.
I love you, Sam
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Chapter 70 - Beer Pong Legislation
The independent legislation of the house beer pong game Drafted by Samuel Kebede 1
- Every game consists of 6 cups filled halfway with water. Beer cannot be used because there is the risk of the ground soaking with precious blood (the effort of the soldier), and the actual food which costs money
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- The individual player gets two shots every turn
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- You miss a shot; you take a sip of your drink. You miss twice, you sip twice from your cup in hand
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- The last cup must be hit twice with both pongs, to win the game 5
- The individual gets 1 gentleman’s, or one pushback at the last cup to the edge 6
- If a cup falls from the table, the opponent drinks, as a result of the ball 7
- The player may call an island, which will remove two cups if made on a single isolated cup. An island can only be called once a game
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- A player may get 1 adjustment of cups per game between diamonds, lines, or triangles 9
- In Olympics levels, there are no adjustments, or gentleman’s 10
- The winner of the game is the person who succeeds in putting the pong balls in all the cups
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- There are no rights or lefts. Ambidextrous plays are permitted Chapter 71 - The Neutral Prince
Matt walks into his lavish work site one very pale day. He knew a lot of people. The work environment he lived in was very fun and having lived for many years in the city, he knew the ins and outs of the community. The very moment he leaves his house in the morning, he kisses his beloved goodbye then jumps into his car then proceeds to drive for a little under a mile to reach his job. In the spring of 1989, however, things were a little different. He saw one of his co-workers, Jesse, in a different light. He no longer saw her as just that, but he wanted a little more but so did she. She was a daughter of a wealthy politician from the east, who grew up fed on homegrown honey and butter milk, which made Matt more reluctant to first make any push towards showing his feelings because he was a farm boy once so long ago when he was little. He thought all his days about embracing her in the morning, after leaving his home and entering work. His thoughts were filled with anguish because whenever he thought about the person, he loved the most, the sweet vail, and the blue eyes of Jesse, lingered in his thoughts.
The morning of Monday, September 5th was something special. Matt woke up in a warm bed but was unable to express what he felt because he was so happy, yet so conflicted because the loved he bared for another was growing so rapidly that when he looked to his left, the woman he swore 197
to spend the rest of his life with, he realized he felt the same. The capacity of his memories with her began to fade and then come back again, but yet, he couldn’t help but be perpetually in love with Jesse in his thoughts. She was the dearest doe he had ever seen in his life, but so was the woman in bed with him at that moment. He felt bad, but the thought of never trying anything with Jesse, made him feel worse. Jesse the other night had left him a note, a letter for the upcoming sales report of the company, and at the edge, along with her signature, a heart.
He contemplated and tried to understand the underlying message, but he failed time and time again to put his heart on his sleeves, call up Jesse and ask her what she meant. The bitter feud between the one he loved and the one he possibly could, made him a “pulled back” person, unable to iterate his love nor be very shy to express his feelings in a way that was clear to him or everybody else.
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Chapter 72 - My Experience with Pedophilia
I have been studying a lot lately of Eagles and Lions. They are majestic creatures.
They hunt and eat different kinds of animals. They sore in the sky and they look so majestic to the point you just can’t help but look at them. They feed their young one’s blood and they grow up to hunt. They grow to become symbols of nations. Funny thing however, the little ones have small development times. Lion cubs do not hunt by themselves until they reach maturity around one year of age. It takes about 6 months for eagles to fledge. The moral of the story here is, if you break off a wing while the eagle is still nesting, they won’t be able to fly. If they do not fly, they do not hunt, if they do not hunt, they do not eat, if they do not eat, they die. The young lions, who are not allowed to hunt, if they experience a bad kill, or encounter a gore from a beast, they won't be able to hunt, then they die. Since they are small, they do not have the strength to sustain a large kill. They do however have the ability to follow and learn from their parents.
When you look at many cases, in the human world, the mind gets damaged, for the young boys, their ability to reason gets damaged. The young girls, their faith. Much like the eagle and the lion. It takes about 300,000 dollars to raise children until they turn 18. The average person 199
engages in sexual contact for about 6 minutes. A prostitute costs about 200 dollars. For 6 minutes of pleasure, I do not understand why people would sacrifice and throw away 18 years of their life subjected to raising children. On a law scale, it makes no sense because it's a terrible judgment.
In the long run, the white pleasure itself is the hell, not the anguish after because heaven is dangerous. Anything that is divine is dangerous because heaven is a government. You thought it was heavenly, but it is actually the flames of hell, that little lust, the wondering which cripples the body and eats it from the inside. The body consumes itself, slowly and slowly, locomotion goes out the window. Death is better in the pure form of it than the blinding flashes of immorality.
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Chapter 73 - The last few years
I have been in deep thought over the past few months about the matters of state. This year I have managed to publish two books. I really enjoy the ability to put my date into a unit where I will be able to tell everyone that I think is normal to my taste. I prefer to be able to make my word come to reality. I think after my second book, the third one should be grand. I have prepared the outlines and made a lot of adjustments. I think this book, which I have labored for the past few years, should be a delight. I have become shrewd. Most of my time is spent having fun with my friends. I like to make sure my property is right. I maintain a system of government that is of my own interest. I like to have fun. There is nothing more fun than a good night under the moon with ones that you love. The nights shimmer with grace, the dancing lights in the rain make the Christians drowsy with the interest of the deer and the wolves. I like to think I am a passionate person. The moment I try to make my dreams a reality, I am bound by the laws of the heavens.
The emperor is of great importance to me. I have made my delight in his presence darker than the light that shines under his wings. I have been to the great extremes, yet no one can prepare me for the darkness that lies ahead to recover the properties of the emperor. I have never known the emperor, but I would like to.
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Chapter 74 - Destruction by fire
I sat down this morning on my bed and had a deep thought of what an Emperor is. I have only come across a few animals that have the ability to adapt to the monarchic environment and one I have come across so far is a penguin. Penguins have Emperors. Not all of them but just a few found somewhere in the arctic poles. They have order and they have class. They tend to be showoffs. They hunt well and they mate for life. Even though they live in the coldest place in the known world, I tend to think to myself, “how do they find warmth?” I figured out they never dodge each other. Emperor penguins always address each other face to face. They understand one another’s behavior. Such little fire creates great destruction. It burns though the environment and all of them are happy cozying up under the fat they consumed while on the hunt.
I find myself wondering if truly, I will be able to understand their way of life. I have studied chimps, I have studied all kinds of apes, yet they tend to stick with Kings and Queens.
The key to the emperor is fire. The emperor gives you a small fire. That small fire, if put under wood, has the capacity to burn down a whole first. The key to destruction and life is fire and that is what the emperor provides. Such great light can bring great destruction if not used well. You can use fire to cook food, or your neighbor’s house. You can use fire to melt iron and make good steel. That steel can either be used to kill a person, to take someone’s life, or you can use it to make delightful steaks of all kinds. You can use it to gain heat when you are cold. The emperor’s 202
name and power derive from the fire he provides. Not only the fire itself that he is giving out, but judgment will also come upon you based on your ability to use it.
Most people who use firearms do not understand the gun was made in a fire. It was melted and molded. The bullet requires friction to fire where the ignition point creates heat through the friction which results in a bullet being fired. I am not ignorant of the conditions you can use fire; however, I am quite reluctant. Sometimes, you have to burn yourself on the fire to learn the lessons from it. The scar will make you remember what causes what and how your next actions are foolish. I love fire but I cannot say I love the emperor. He whose name is the existent itself, can use it to hurt you at his will or make you food to save your life. All we are the result of our direct actions and how we use the resources we have.
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Chapter 75 - The Official Code of Conduct of the Military Division of the Roar Order
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No men shall lie together with one another for any other purpose than sleeping. If found that you have penetrated your mates, you will be excommunicated from the church. You shall not violate any of your enemies this way considering we are forming a new nation. There is no Chinese, German or American army etc. There is only one Army, and you shall all abide by this law.
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No man shall sleep with anybody else with sexual intentions other than his wife.
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No man shall drive intoxicated. This law is universal and shall be enforced strictly. You shall be charged by the laws of the nation you came from, and handed back to the nation you came from, or get deported.
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You shall not host illegal immigrants of any kind.
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You shall not consume illegal substances of any kind. You may not break the laws of any nation that are in allegiance with us.
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No man shall father children with enemies of this nation. You are to treat them as prisoners. You are not to love them in any way.
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No man shall have sexual relations with animals or any of the holy nuns that are there to provide us care. You will be stripped of your video games. All of them. Permanently. I will take them.
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No man shall murder except given the instruction to kill, shoot, maim or injure. You shall not murder your mates considering the definition of murder is killing your own mates.
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venison. If caught eating any other kind of meat, that include carcasses, you shall be removed from your
wife and children for the day. Second offense includes a two-day extension. Any other after will result in your dismissal from the nation you are building.
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No man shall sleep more than 8 at night.
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You may not eat more than 3 full meals per day.
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No man shall exercise or do any physical activity of any kind that involves sports. Sports are outlawed. If caught participating in any kind of physical activity that involves you showing other people our military strength for the sake of showing off, you shall be prevented from sleeping that night because you have exposed our strength therefore to recover our deception, we will use whatever means necessary to decrease your strength for the day. The next time you participate in sports, you shall be charged a total of 2 days without sleep.
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You shall not drink liquor of any kind. You shall not smoke cigarettes. You shall not drink wine. You shall not smoke cigars. You are only allowed cigarillos, once a day that equal to 3
cigarettes a day. If you surpass this privilege, you shall be removed from class meetings and board discussions for one day.
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You may not injure or attack any of our allied nations. If caught you will be charged with first degree assault and will face prison sentence in the military division for the harm you inflicted upon your fellow comrade. You will also be fined no less than 25,000 points which equals to
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where the money will only go towards your punishment and your money acquiring methods will be flooded with useless work which is not different than being sentenced to death.
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Whatever nation you come from; you may no longer abide by the laws of your nation but the new one we are building. If you betray our nation, you will be charged with treason. If worried, you shall know that any of the laws we are making are not in conflict with the country you came from. We just made the laws tighter to achieve royal status.
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No man shall masturbate or do sexual activity in the bathroom or the kitchen. Sex is a holy
creation by God, you shall not defile it by moving the ancient boundary from the bed. The only appropriate place to engage in any sexual activity is the bed. Violation will result in a $50 fine.
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No man shall use the platform TIKTOK to communicate or post information of any kind.
You may not even download the app. You have no rights to use a children’s platform because I will know every bit of your intentions, which will result in your property being hanged and quartered. I will personally prevent you from going on our adventures and watch your food 208
supply get stung to death. I will remove you from my armies since you will be a cancer to my future children. You
may not sign up to any kind of membership that involves the company. Your eyes shall remain clear of the security system of the platform, and I want your minds to be liberated like a virgin from knowing any kind of sin they use to pollute the governing system by posting lethal messages to expand their trash government, all of them that use Tik Tok. Not one person will be left. Do not go under time. I want your services for our agenda, if you go on TikTok, you will get captured. I do not want any of you to be under time or to serve time. People who are governed by time are called prisoners. Do not use the media for any purposes. We are grown men who are free. Being under time is for children who have to wake up and go to school in the morning, ballet or Karate practice. I do not want any of you "counting" the time. There is no reason or faith there, going on Tik Tok will expose your security and put you in the red against your will.
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Those who will be rewarded are the Order of The Seraphim, to take charge of the elderly.
The Order of the Sword to take protection of the children, as of the Swedish chivalry, as the Montgomery County Government commands, we shall abide by the laws of the Fleur De Lis considering the coat of arms of the French is the same one.
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I was once asleep a few months or a year ago and I was woken up in a dreadful nightmare. I was in a dark Hilton like environment, there was a pool in front of me that I got inside of. The pool became dark as all living hell. The Sky was Dark Blue with a shade of darkness everywhere. There was a very dim light. There was no direct light. The pool was deep, and the square inches of the pool were tight and dreadful, the likeness of death, so sharp and scary. The water turned black, I couldn't see anything under me anymore though I was swimming, underneath there were creatures moving, the likes of killer whales, the more I tried to get across or look under, my vision went away. The water was dark, and the sky was black. The numbers increased slowly, and I couldn't get back in the water. There was trashing, there was violence, yet the water stayed unmoved while the disaster happened in the water which helped me understand the approaching consequences, in exact pay of extinction, of man due to prolonged homosexual activity.
Ever since humans evolved from the lowest form of life, the amoeba, we have become somewhat different from what was the original design of the perfect being. As we move forward, we must face the realities of superior species that come along into our lives. Dinosaurs have been around for a while, though they have no life. Their extinct information seems to linger wherever we go. I do not understand however when it comes to humans that have not reproduced and passed on their genetic data. I want to think we can do the same but the reality of the matter is much different.
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The United States legalized same sex marriage the past decade and things haven’t quite been the same. The people who identify as such are disappearing at a rate that is unimaginable.
They have dissolved their genetic makeup and make it absolute that they will not reproduce or bring offsprings into this world through procreation. I don't think much of it but what about their parents or their siblings? Whoever identifies as a homosexual, that hasn't reproduced and died will have very limited genetic data left on the planet. If his or her name was Mr. Pumpkin, or Ms.
Pumpkin, today, their genetic material doesn't exist on this planet anymore, unless you look inside the grave but good luck bringing that to life with mediocre information. People are voting their friends to death allowing them to live a life full of pleasure that doesn't leave growth for a family structure.
Their parents grow old and are not able to create life anymore. Their parents' DNA goes to the hell of nowhere, and the kids would have destroyed millions of years of genetic data by the choices they make. The best solution I believe is to just get out of the way. We are not saviors. We are not saviors, nor are we radical scientists limited by law from experimenting on reviving human life and extinct genetic material from the hells of nowhere in the middle of a graveyard.
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Chapter 77 - The Sons of Liberty
I have only known some people in all my life who scare me more than others. They are called the sons of liberty. They exist in the hells of darkness, and they inhabit great distances.
They do not need other humans to survive. They are the most amazing people on the planet, yet their end is not nice. The people have known war in their lives, and thought they are small, they have never been the people who lacked. They hide in the deepest forests of eternity. They occupy large amounts of land. They do not need women. They survived by killing the land, eating the animals and by destroying the habits. They are revolutionaries who do not care for your values, and they will make sure to make your life a living hell.
Chapter 78 - The Date and the long Awaited Romance
She was a small little thing, barely able to move over a few pounds, he was a monstrously strong human being, and she liked to melt in his hands. He held her hand in his while they walked down the streets of DC, unaware, unshaken by the constant desire to see the air and space museum. He was making dreams a reality, driving his sports car all around the place. She was a handsomely inspired liberal, seeking grace in every step she takes. He often loved to take her, 212
sometimes by the waist, while she didn't expect it. He kisses her deeply while she doesn't see it coming. The Sakura trees blossom and the tears of the fall pass away, but the love he has for her doesn't. He doesn't see it nor does he understand, she is his inspiration, and he is her knight. They didn't just fall in love, they made romance. It was a day like no other. They kept thinking of the first time they met, she forwarded her hand to shake his on a dark misty night, "my name is Blair
'', she said. "Pleasure to meet you Blair, the name is chuck", he said. (Change names later). The twinkle in her eyes he can't help but relive the past days with wonder. They were stunned at what they had accomplished. They enjoyed each other's company. They had fun rolling in the tides of the eastern shore. As the wind blew and the birds chirped, the cold sweet winter wind whistled while they took their seats in a restaurant.
A waiter appears and passes them a menu while they refresh with a beverage of their choice, he orders a white Russian, she asks for red wine. She loved the city, the beautiful Washington metropolis, with its flutters. They took their time getting to know each other. They were touching each other's arms, she was showing him her nails, they were playing footsie.
While he moves his right leg up her right leg, a shiver goes down his spine, the long-awaited taste of romance. He was imagining them kissing deeply, while he had his arms around her. She wanted to look deep in his eyes and know him for what he was. He was not looking forward to going to work the next day. He wanted to get laid, he wanted to stay in bed with her all morning.
They had already planned to cuddle up all morning, like they did the day before. It was a 213
steaming morning filled with delight. When he arose from his sleep, she was safely tucked between his arms. They were in deep sleep, thinking about the night before, the sweet filled sheets soaked by the terror of the night. The times often passed quite slowly. She loved to titter.
Often teasing him with wicked jabs of soft kisses and light puffy smiles with chocolate tasting lips. She fed him raisins and grapes while he was dreaming deeply.
Their favorite time is when they spend it in the rain, holding hands, walking in the mist and the dew. She loved to collect all sorts of rain boots. Along with the eastern rain, the season brought with them joy and wonder of all kinds. They loved the sweet taste of tea in the morning.
She loved to tell him about her family members. He loved to listen to her talk about her love for her uncles. He was mesmerized by her beauty. The way she looked had never appealed to him more than the day, while they were sitting down in DC.
He returns to the moment, grabs his drink by the neck and sighs. He wanted to propose to her, but he realized she had to make tough life decisions in the future which didn't involve him.
With all her heart strings pulled, and all his money under her control, they dreamt about starting a family. She was maliciously winking, with deep intents of causing harm to anything that might harm him. The waiter returns with their drink before they give him back the menu they were giving. "The strawberry short cake please", she orders. " And you sir?" returns the waiter. " I will have a medium rare-cooked steak with light butter" he orders. "Very good sir". the waiter responds and he refreshes his drink. The moment was filled with delight and everyone in the 214
restaurant was having a good time. The music from the restaurant was quite soft and the way she was holding the fork and spoon preparing to eat the shortcake she ordered then turned him on.
He knows she is quite educated in civilian manners. They often cooked at home, so he understood the deep pleasure and the sweet taste of discipline.
As the moment dims down, he goes to his pocket and pulls out a pamphlet, it was a letter from the church. He had it in his pocket from the past week. He loved to attend mass. Although a practicing catholic, he realized a long time ago he cannot consummate their love without asking for her hand in marriage, so he devises a plan to marry her, there and then. All he looked forward was to meet her father. At that moment, he knew she was the one for him, his most beloved he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
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Chapter 79 - My Delightful mornings, and my terrible Nights When I wake up early in the morning, the first thought that comes to mind is to reach for the breakfast menu in my home. I like to cook a lot of food in the morning when I wake up before I wake my friends up by calling them on the phone. I like to talk with my friends on the phone all the time. The moments that we spend together mean a lot to me and I make sure to keep them close to me just in case I want to have a good time with them. They are laborers and they toil all day to grow and raise a family. I like to think they do not want to drink with me all the time because they have a tendency to react with emotion. They are often scared of getting fired and they do whatever is needed to stay in place and secure a good life. I look at my feet often, they are starting to get really ugly. In any other language, it wouldn’t make sense, but in English, they look like the feet of the laborer. It's kind of funny to be honest. I found a way to wash my feet without the assistance of my hands. All you have to do is go outside, pour water on the ground and stand on it with your bare feet. I found a republican way of washing my feet without the need of someone washing my feet. I like washing my feet often. I also found a simple solution in the bathroom. When I make an error and pee on the side of the toilet, instead of using tissue or paper, I use the shower head and pour molting hot water on top of the toilet seat. It disinfects the seat, keeps it warm and doesn’t get me in trouble with my roommate who also is a hygienic person. I use a mop to take care of the mess at the bottom. My mornings often do not end in conflict. They are quite nice.
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The nights have been getting rowdy. I have been a little upset the past few days. In all my toil on this planet, I have accepted the terms and conditions of reality, nothing is forever. Even with all my strength I will die one day. There is a beginning to everything, there is also an end.
Without having joined the military, I would have gotten stuck in the gutters of nowhere.
I wouldn’t be able to feed myself. I like going outside once a day. It feels like hunting when I reach for the beef in the pantry. I live by myself now. My mother pays the rent. She used to pay for my food. She no longer pays for my food. So far, I have saved her 1800 dollars on groceries. Soon, in a few days, I will be able to pay the rent in full by myself, therefore being fully independent. I am almost there, I can even taste it, the liberty of being completely divided from my mother. The only thing she can say from now on is “I do not want to pay the rent”. I am just waiting for her to say it so the blood will be on her hands for the final time. I like to think quite often about a lot of subjects. The only thing I do not want is the Blood on My Hands. I have prepared 4 hotels and a Harvard's suit. The next place we will head will likely be to the market to get more money and put all the money into getting a house. I have I think a 4-hour range to collect rent on average the past few days. All we must do, is double it. I think today is a record day. We got it done in less than one hour. Our best season yet and the market is doing well as well. In a few moments, we will head to where we have been wanting to go all along. I have dreamed about going to Ireland for quite a while now and I can almost taste the victory. It's just under my hands but I keep failing to capture it by myself. With all my strength, the night lingers 217
and tinder with fire, in conclusion, I prefer my nights over the mornings. They are delightful and filled with glory and music.