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Aesaswolf
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 56
0 miles · Auckland

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Weed, Alcohol, or any other drug can be both an aid, and a hindrance, depending on the person, timing, and personal circumstances. The only limiting factors to your creativity are usually your life experiences, and your willingness to explore your fantasies and boundaries, and to look and educate yourself outside and beyond those. Sometimes the drugs help, but you still have to be able to examine from different "heights" to make sure your thought processes are coherent and understandable.


My workplace has a zero tolerance on drugs, with a lot of random testing. So I don't get much of a choice on my writing state. Still a little undecided how I rate that. Then again, maybe I write more because i am cold sober.
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It was always easier to take the body into the local beef abattoir. Make sure there is no metal on the body. Drop the body into the rejected meats grinder. This grinds a whole side of beef, bones and all, to a slushy pulp in seconds and is pumped through to the rendering department to become blood and bone fertilizer with the rest of the waste products. There are normally magnets in the system to pick up dropped knives, steels etc , hence the necessity to remove metal from the body which might arouse suspicion.

The downside is: in the more modern factories, you may have to pay a premium to whoever has the security pin to the cameras to have them switched off.
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another quick one from centuries ago when i was still at school


Mary had a little lamb,
Which really was a glutton,
it quickly grew into a sheep,
and ended up as mutton.
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jill forgot to take her pill
And now they have a daughter
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Couldn't help but watch this from start to finish. This was so brilliantly done .
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My partner is still stuck in the US, and I'm still living in NZ. With my factory shut down, and me stuck at home with just the cat as company. I am slowly developing the body of a God .. I just have to decide if its going to be a reclining Buddha, or a sitting Buddha
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"Fucklust"

Intransitive verb: an insatiable desire to fuck the hell out of that certain special someone,
you think of all the time