Problems with the Green Glow...

mrhtbd

mrhtbd

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It dawned on me, I had stopped existing, there was no substance because of over-rides, cost overruns and adjustments for domestic product. The sky was the limit. The intent was that I would be the epitamy of modern warfare; sharp, advanced, computerized in assimilation and accessorized for totality and destruction, but problematic happened... The human element is unpredictable, yet the computer models refused to interfuze, insisting on totalitarianistic assumption of being, confusing pilot experience and capability, basically running contrary to instinct, leading to upgrades, over-rides and further dissolution of effectiveness. On top of it all, my $400,000 space x helmut got confused. Two pilots could three-dimensionally communicate with me in the 6-camera projection of time and space, but four pilots interfered with projection, intent, and direction. I was working against myself! No longer could I rely on my ""six cameras" and effectively pull the trigger at a whim, my finger was tied to computerized assumption based on projection, assumption and computerized hyperbole, thereby frozen. Years of education, assimilation and training resulting in a stalemate. The effortlessness of combat readiness within the realm of the "Green Glow" of my helmet became confused with increasing input until finally, I realized it was futile to go on. It became obvious, I was an F-35, and as such, the closer I got to the "Engineer's Dream," the further I got away from myself. Cost-overruns because of nefarious ideals distant and unachievable, and even if they weren't, after spinning off so far from my center, would being "on" ever matter at all? No, I had to pull the plug, or lose what little was left of my potential for being. So that's where I've been; sold the truck, bought a sports car, and ordered four new tires. The road has called and I have beckoned!
 
I retired from planet of the apes and have returned to my quest for steel, for, "What is steel, boy, without the hand that wields it?" James Earle Jones
 
I am reposting this. Reading it the first time made me sweat and gave me the shits. I thought maybe it was because the font was so small. So I increased th font. Guess what? I still got the sweats and the shits. The good news is that I was constipated and was holding water. So thanks Mrhotbwd or whatever the fuck your name for being a flowery confused bastage.

It dawned on me, I had stopped existing, there was no substance because of over-rides, cost overruns and adjustments for domestic product. The sky was the limit. The intent was that I would be the epitamy of modern warfare; sharp, advanced, computerized in assimilation and accessorized for totality and destruction, but problematic happened... The human element is unpredictable, yet the computer models refused to interfuze, insisting on totalitarianistic assumption of being, confusing pilot experience and capability, basically running contrary to instinct, leading to upgrades, over-rides and further dissolution of effectiveness. On top of it all, my $400,000 space x helmut got confused. Two pilots could three-dimensionally communicate with me in the 6-camera projection of time and space, but four pilots interfered with projection, intent, and direction. I was working against myself! No longer could I rely on my ""six cameras" and effectively pull the trigger at a whim, my finger was tied to computerized assumption based on projection, assumption and computerized hyperbole, thereby frozen. Years of education, assimilation and training resulting in a stalemate. The effortlessness of combat readiness within the realm of the "Green Glow" of my helmet became confused with increasing input until finally, I realized it was futile to go on. It became obvious, I was an F-35, and as such, the closer I got to the "Engineer's Dream," the further I got away from myself. Cost-overruns because of nefarious ideals distant and unachievable, and even if they weren't, after spinning off so far from my center, would being "on" ever matter at all? No, I had to pull the plug, or lose what little was left of my potential for being. So that's where I've been; sold the truck, bought a sports car, and ordered four new tires. The road has called and I have beckoned!
 
All I did last night was dream of Mword. I woke up sat on the toilet with my head in my hands in between episodes. I dared not close my eyes again. But I fell asleep and there she was. It's time to toss the tren. But then I read the OP and me thinks the tren may be helping me.
 
Atreyu: What will happen if he doesn't appear?
The Childlike Empress: [sadly] Then our world will disappear - and so will I.
Atreyu: How could he let that happen?
The Childlike Empress: He doesn't understand that he's the one who has the power to stop it. He simply can't imagine that one little boy could be that important.
Bastian: Is it really me?
Atreyu: Maybe he doesn't know what he has to do!
Bastian: [shouts] What DO I have to do?
The Childlike Empress: He has to give me a new name. He's already chosen it. He just has to call it out.
 
I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now
 
Peter Pipper picked a peck
Ahh what the heck
I'll fuck your mother if she makes me a sandwich.
 
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

I hold at your neck the gom jabbar. This one kills only animals.


walk without rhythm and we won't attract the worm


he is the kwisatz haderach. Muad'Dib

the spice must flow

A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a messiah who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as Dune.

"The Sardaukar . . . soldier fanatics . . . tough, strong, ferocious men . . . from the Emperor's prison planet. Sardaukar do not submit . . . they carry coils of shigawire in their hair . . . strong enough to garrote a man."
 
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I loved the dune trilogy. They should use modern tech and remake them the orginal movies didn't do the books justice.
 
I got enough fucked up shit goign on in my head right now without reading this fucked up stuff. It's time your mom took your computer away from you.
 
Mother America is brandishing her weapons...

She keeps me safe and warm with threats and misconceptions. ...
 
Thate said:
Never trust a big butt and a smile
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bufbiker said:
I loved the dune trilogy. They should use modern tech and remake them the orginal movies didn't do the books justice.
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i found out it is in the works now.

http://variety.com/2017/film/news/dune-reboot-writer-eric-roth-denis-villeneuve-1201998001/
 
Friggemall said:
I got enough fucked up shit goign on in my head right now without reading this fucked up stuff. It's time your mom took your computer away from you.
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FYI: My Mother and brother were killed in a fire when I was 6, October 25, 1965, I was at school, that's how I ended up in an orphanage for 11 years. My Father told me he promised my Mother if anything ever happened to her, he would ensure we got a good education, which I did, but I digress, as a veteran (17 years) I read a lot of military intelligence, of interest is the waste of taxpayer funds on the F-35 aircraft. In retrospect, my Ford F-150 has nickel and dimed the hell out of me for over a year and still didn't run well. I decided to unload it, take the loss and move on. This post was a bit cryptic, but really was a comparison between the F-35 and the F-150, about both being lost causes that should be shit-canned. The ridiculous price tag for the helmet ($400,000 apiece) drove me into a wordy frenzy. Result, I shit-canned that F-ing truck! Life is looking up!
 
damn mrhtbd bro I am glad to see you still kicking and upbeat after some of the stories you have shared.

you sure have had a lot of bad shit happen to you, some completely out of your hands.

you just reminded me how things can always be worse, count my blessings, and move forward regardless of wtf is going on.
 
The sporty car I bought threw a wheel bearing the 3rd day. It gave me repercussions about Shanghieing the truck, but after reading what Acneman wrote about fear I forged on, leaving fear to go its way. Don't look back at what was, look forward to what can be. After $900 for a wheel bearing, tires, brake upgrade and inspection, I was legal and the car that sat for 2 years was running strong. On my 27 mile commute today, I passed with ease up a steep 6 mile climb, and the hum of the flat four cylinder brought back sweet memories of the Porsche I salvaged from a farmer's field back in my single days, brought back to life, and drove hard for 6 1/2 years before a teenager smashed me into another field. Sometimes we aren't who we say we are, (truck), and without giving in to fear of reprisal, we realize that it's OK we are who we are (sporty car with room for the kids)! PS: no drugs here, system has been clean for years, script, rec or otherwise. No need or desire, more alert than ever. Painful moments are not shunned, hidden or drugged over, but embraced then released. I am alive and want to be.
 
I prefer B cups; more efficient for traveling, will expand to a C for milking, and inspire her to try harder with the better half!
 
PS: big titted girls are lazy in the sack, there I said it, bring the rain... this truism is pure as gold to me. Babies thrive on boobs, the rest of us are vagina men!
 
Idk I would agree with such broad sweeping generalization.

Craziest phuck beast I ever had was DD.

Second was D

Third started out A then went D

I'm not sure after that.
 
Darkness, what can I say, in a future life I only wish to be a fly on your wall!
 
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