Je me demande

Je me demande
Tu te demandes
Ils se demandent..........

Arrivé aujourd'hui. Des espoirs illuminées.

Fernand Lèger Jugadores de cartas.

The strangest way to have sex with a stranger

It began like this: 0:05 a.m.
Your partner disconnected... waiting for a new partner to connect... you have to wait at least three seconds to find a new partner... You are connected now you may chat... Your partner disconnected...
and after an almost eternal chain of absurd dicks jerking off to death and bizarre human figures showing themselves in their lowest human condition I found this cute white (probably North American) guy who was willing to do anything for my cock and he had a nice and soft voice.
First, I thought he was like 25 but suddenly I thought he was a 35 year old handsome man... cameras may be scary at times...
Anyway, I realized something that made me really glad, it was the capability of speaking English with a nice and creative speech. I was able to actually express what I wanted to do to the guy without any problem.
So we spoke some words (questions about fictional pleasure manoeuvres and the obviously expected confirmation) while we saw each other like wild animals trying to jump out of cages in a zoo. It was ridiculous.
Sex makes us Kings in the moment and jokers afterwards. Or is it the opposite? (probably).
The guy was really happy for watching me cum over my chest. He sounded pleased and I was pleased too even though I didn't shove my cock down his throat.
Previously a married man wanted my cock too. It was somehow hilarious but common. When the connection cut off I imagined his fantasies flying away out of his horrible marriage bedroom on three pegasus looking for landscapes. 'Queer'? Yes, it is queer.

Vie

Des choses plannes et simples.
Comme des champs vides en attendant la vie ou la morte.
Les champs silencieux attendent le bruit des machins et les chants des oiseaux legères.
Les eaux pures et les eaux polluées.

Ajá

¿Cómo hacer (aparte de informar de manera personal a quienes pueda ) para que este blog sea conocido, o al menos leído.... o al menos visto?

Hourglass Nebula.

More Pox

Yeah, unpredictable Pox. I've got to admit that creations might be annoying in their beginning, overall when glitches are not allowed to exist (even though Pox is already a mind glitch).
From the mainstream may come many ideas, some of them twisted and some of them enlightening... In the other hand there might be a considerable stack of beyond-moral issues exposed here and Free Thoughts running around as well.
Let's just say that Free Thoughts are rare findings. They are wise creatures, indeed, and you won't catch them so easily. An actual Free Thought may burn all the garbage that the mind creates while being "off" and after that it will scold the whole supervising staff.
No more worms in brains, please.

Images may appear as well.

Bote sobre el lago Pox.

El lago Pox es verde y rojo. No hay naturaleza, solo ficción y pensamientos alimentados con la virtualidad mágica de los cómputos asesinos.

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El pequeño bote fue arrojado adrede desde el Gran Barco, es parte de un experimento. Plus, el Gran Barco pertenece a la gran corporación Pox y esta, por ende, a su presidenta y a su Dios.

Esto es hoy. Es formidable la gama ofrecida por el latir de un corazón y la respiración de unos pulmones. Esta primera publicación y asomo a la nebulosa digital pudo haber sido en medio del latir de un corazón y la respiración de unos pulmones la publicación de una nueva constitución en un Nuevo Mundo o el Home Run de algún beisbolista; pero los instrumentos decidieron venir por esta sonata y los ratones decidieron hacerle click.

Volviendo a Pox, el bote se acerca poco a poco a la orilla, los peces del lago divagan ténebros de aire puro y la madera de los árboles se hace buena para ser cortada, los montes buenos para ser quemados y los dedos inútiles para cargar un arma y matar al enemigo. Desde el bote se admiran pegasos hermosos.

En Pox el universo es posible, no hay ningún paralelismo, todo existe, todo se hace posible y todo tiene su lugar. ¿Pox o tormentas sinápticas?