flighty wrote:Ting Tong, I play host 24/7 to a complete gaggle of 18/19 year olds just gagging for a do. Supply me with an address and you are very welcome to borrow them for your party.
They will bring their own pyrotechnics and life support systems.
Please note, I really do not want to know the outcomes of any 'event' they attend. Just make sure your buildings and contents are well covered.
Jayne x
Flighty, you have to come too, so we can get blathered together!! Bring your rubber gloves for the big clean up afterwards (or they could come in handy for you-know-who)!!
So by that twisty bit of logic, if you respond in kind to perceived attacks on your religion (if love of the latex god is what you would admit to be religion), does it not follow that you're pretty far from where you think you are?
In the end, you're an animist with a rubber fixation.
And Christians are nothing but hell phobics with a masochist pain fixation those drown their phobia in a red wine addiction. (And I really don't want to know where they insert their candles when the church is dark...)
I am not animist but tantraic Buddhist. Latex has quantum physical properties those permit it to transmit telepathic data, similar like metal conducts electricity. This way it functions like an aerial (antenna) to the network of cosmic consciousness when it couples the signals into the skin's nervous system, from where it is routed in multiple decoding steps through the kundalinih (spinal cord signal pattern) to the brain.
First of all I would like to thank Tab for directing me here...Like you , I am one with my inner Chi ken I am a part time Iman of the people of Birmingstan, and exserving CCF warrior I have ritually drunk the biting water of the fermented distilled potato, inhaled the mind-filling smoke of the hemp and poppy plant, and eaten the bitter cactus buttons of enlightenment, I have fallen into many a vision state, and here is what was vouchsafed unto me by the speakers of the spirit world. "A rubber glove sticking out of your bum will loose you street cred and bring much mocking" I though I would share that with you.
This might have been posted before but, with reference to the latex resonator ... you are as nutty as a Naffi fruit cake.. its a bloody rubberglove....you mad bugger.. trying to stick it up your bum whilst it still inflated with a candle in it, is not a good idea either...but hey! What the hell, whatever rocks your boat mate...
The story of Xenu is covered in OT III, part of Scientology's secret "Advanced Technology" doctrines taught only to advanced members. It is described in more detail in the accompanying confidential "Assists" lecture of 3 October 1968 and is dramatized in Revolt in the Stars. Direct quotations in this section are from these sources. (See also Scientology beliefs and practices)
Seventy-five million years ago, Xenu was the ruler of a Galactic Confederacy which consisted of 26 stars and 76 planets including Earth, which was then known as Teegeeack. The planets were overpopulated, each having on average 178 billion people. The Galactic Confederacy's civilization was comparable to our own, with people "walking around in clothes which looked very remarkably like the clothes they wear this very minute" and using cars, trains and boats looking exactly the same as those "circa 1950, 1960" on Earth.
Xenu was about to be deposed from power, so he devised a plot to eliminate the excess population from his dominions. With the assistance of "renegades", he defeated the populace and the "Loyal Officers", a force for good that was opposed to Xenu. Then, with the assistance of psychiatrists, he summoned billions of people to paralyse them with injections of alcohol and glycol, under the pretense that they were being called for "income tax inspections". The kidnapped populace was loaded into space planes for transport to the site of extermination, the planet of Teegeeack (Earth). The space planes were exact copies of Douglas DC-8s, "except the DC-8 had fans, propellers on it and the space plane didn't." DC-8s have jet engines, not propellers, although Hubbard may have meant the turbine fans.
When the space planes had reached Teegeeack/Earth, the paralysed people were unloaded and stacked around the bases of volcanoes across the planet. Hydrogen bombs were lowered into the volcanoes, and all were detonated simultaneously. Only a few people's physical bodies survived. Hubbard described the scene in his abortive film script, Revolt in the Stars:
Simultaneously, the planted charges erupted. Atomic blasts ballooned from the craters of Loa, Vesuvius, Shasta, Washington, Fujiyama, Etna, and many, many others. Arching higher and higher, up and outwards, towering clouds mushroomed, shot through with flashes of flame, waste and fission. Great winds raced tumultuously across the face of Earth, spreading tales of destruction. Debris-studded, and sickly yellow, the atomic clouds followed close on the heels of the winds. Their bow-shaped fronts encroached inexorably upon forest, city and mankind, they delivered their gifts of death and radiation. A skyscraper, tall and arrow-straight, bent over to form a question mark to the very idea of humanity before crumbling into the screaming city below... The now-disembodied victims' souls, which Hubbard called thetans, were blown into the air by the blast. They were captured by Xenu's forces using an "electronic ribbon" ("which also was a type of standing wave") and sucked into "vacuum zones" around the world. The hundreds of billions of captured thetans were taken to a type of cinema, where they were forced to watch a "three-D, super colossal motion picture" for 36 days. This implanted what Hubbard termed "various misleading data" (collectively termed the R6 implant) into the memories of the hapless thetans, "which has to do with God, the Devil, space opera, etcetera". This included all world religions, with Hubbard specifically attributing Roman Catholicism and the image of the Crucifixion to the influence of Xenu. The interior decoration of "all modern theaters" is also said by Hubbard to be due to an unconscious recollection of Xenu's implants. The two "implant stations" cited by Hubbard were said to have been located on Hawaii and Las Palmas in the Canary Islands.
In addition to implanting new beliefs in the thetans, the images deprived them of their sense of identity. When the thetans left the projection areas, they started to cluster together in groups of a few thousand, having lost the ability to differentiate between each other. Each cluster of thetans gathered into one of the few remaining bodies that survived the explosion. These became what are known as body thetans, which are said to be still clinging to and adversely affecting everyone except those Scientologists who have performed the necessary steps to remove them.
The Loyal Officers finally overthrew Xenu and locked him away in a mountain, where he was imprisoned forever by a force field powered by an eternal battery. (Some have suggested that Xenu is imprisoned on Earth in the Pyrenees, but Hubbard merely refers to "one of these planets" [of the Galactic Confederacy]; he does, however, refer to the Pyrenees as being the site of the last operating "Martian report station", which is probably the source of this particular confusion.[1]) Teegeeack/Earth was subsequently abandoned by the Galactic Confederacy and remains a pariah "prison planet" to this day, although it has suffered repeatedly from incursions by alien "Invader Forces" since that time.
Testicles are those weights those crash the mankind into ground. A world without them would be a better world. (It only needs a technical solution for procreation, but frozen sperm does the job as well, and future genetics can do that even better.) Thus off with the balls!, and the mankind reduces brutality by 90%... Off with the balls!, and people can live much longer! Else the combination of male brutality and technical cleverness will exterminate the mankind soon, thus rid yo' balls now!
The only alternative is that one our genes were designed for. Follow the bonobo. He is morally lightyears ahead to the so-called civilized man. Unlimited tenderness must rule this world. Mariage is theft!
Did you know that if you go to Thailand for a chop-jobbie, they put your severed sacks in a jar by your bed so you can bade them farewell?
This is soooooo neat, I think.
Looking at severed evil in a jar while the pulsing pain oozing from your newly formed gash elevates you to new realms of consciousness.
By the way Aerial, do you know why Barbie is in a wheelchair?
Rubber boy! you are starting to worry me with your ridiculous posts.
ok, so you want your nads off.please let me do it! and maybe i can tidy up the whole area, then you could change your name to "chopacokoff"!!
As for "marriage is theft" I bet you have and never will be stolen.
your so WEIRD!
:multi: I could always leave this one!
he must have a very boring life for him its , no sex, no wife, no balls, and he must make love to rubber at least once a day!
ill keep my balls thanks i think i got the better deal
Ye inhumane dickheads should better go to 
The only alternative is that one our genes were designed for. Follow the bonobo. He is morally lightyears ahead to the so-called civilized man. Unlimited tenderness must rule this world. Mariage is theft! 
