Gotta get two remote control toys so we can swap them out and you’re never empty or not available for play.
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“Happy International Women’s Day,” you say to me, presenting your three blank, brainwashed friends, proud of how you took every piece of knowledge from your training and applied it to others.
“Happy International Women’s Day,” I say to you, as you record their mindless obedience as they strip, suck, and serve, making each of them the prettiest porn.
“Mmfy mmmmmffpph…” they trail off, as their mouths are too full of cunt and cock and their minds are too empty of thoughts to complete thr phrase.
The celebration is done all too soon, but as they leave, remembering a nice afternoon of wine and cheer and forgetting a nicer afternoon of programming and service, we all agree we should do this more often.
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Inside the Cleanroom: Innovations in Garment Production for Controlled Environments
The fashion industry is continuously evolving, driven by innovation and the increasing demand for quality and sustainability. One of the most promising innovations in garment production has been the introduction of cleanroom environments, which bring controlled conditions to the manufacturing process. This article delves into the significance of cleanrooms in garment production, how they enhance…
Inside the Cleanroom: Innovations in Garment Production for Controlled Environments
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TRAPPED IN THE GRID – a poem and song by BBB
#Poetry #Poem
TRAPPED IN THE GRID
by Bill Kochman
https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry
09-06-2024
Now going back almost fifty years or so,
Karl said to never leave home without it,
As we fast forward to this present time,
We see few people ever seem to doubt it.
But it is no longer those traveler cheques,
You see, now it is something totally new,
If for some reason you forget this thing,
It could really leave you in a major stew.
It’s a device to be connected all the time,
Whether you eat, sleep, or are at work,
Many folks have their face so deep in it,
I worry without it they might go berserk.
But I must warn you of the sinister side,
Because you really have a right to know,
Buried deep within that device you love,
GPS let’s them know everywhere you go.
Indeed, it’s true that because of that tech,
They could know everything that you did,
After all, you are merely a pawn to them,
Who they track on the global Matrix grid.
Oh, how indeed it was such a clever plan,
To create a device that’s in high demand
Now our actions are so closely watched,
Their surveillance is clearly out of hand.
If we were to suddenly stop using them,
Imagine the chaos which would ensue,
People are so dependent on them now,
I dread they would not know what to do.
And thus we go about our daily affairs,
With our cell phones probably nearby,
Knowing full well there is an eye on us,
Yet we rarely stop & ever question why.
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Burnet ESD 2 warns towards managed burning because of prime winds this weekend
🔥 Breaking News: Burnet ESD 2 warns towards managed burning because of prime winds this weekend
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Burnet County ESD 2 on social media warned the general public towards beginning any managed burns this weekend because of “unhealthy” climate stipulations.
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Burnet ESD 2 warns towards managed burning because of prime winds this weekend
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MATRIX GAME – a poem and song by Bill Kochman
#Poetry #Poem
MATRIX GAME
by Bill Kochman
09-29-2024
So many things in this world,
Will sometimes catch our eye,
While we think they are true,
They are actually just some lie.
Regardless of where we look,
It is simply always the same,
Another truth is proven false,
We’re caught in a matrix game.
While everyone lives their life,
Trying to always do what’s right,
There exist some powerful men,
Who strive to stay out of sight.
They scheme behind high walls,
Working towards their one goal,
We are just pawns on the board,
They intend to control our soul.
Manipulating financial markets,
On the world they have a grip,
Each piece is moved with care,
Rarely do they ever make a slip.
Like some well-greased machine,
The global balance is maintained,
Moving money from here to there,
So each crisis can be contained.
It is indeed a precarious process,
But those manipulators are adept,
They’ll only pressure us all so far,
So their control we will all accept.
But there is one wonderful world,
Where their power doesn’t reach,
It is the amazing Heavenly realm,
And the one that I always preach.
Unlike so many lies in this world,
Of this place we can all be sure,
If you wish to enter God’s holy city,
To Jesus open your heart’s door.
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What would be the perfect hypnosis fantasy?
For you regarding being hypnotized and control for days of years.
Tell us.
Have you had it happen? If so, how was it, and do you want to do it again?
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DRONES – a poem and song by Bill Kochman
#Poetry #Poem
DRONES
by Bill Kochman
12-18-2024
Look at all those pretty drones,
As they fly throughout the air,
Some people really like them,
But to others they give a scare.
Now where do they come from?
What are they supposed to do?
Man, if you ask the government,
They don’t seem to have a clue.
Some people claim they’re lying,
They say some secret op we see,
The explanation keeps changing,
As they work to tweak our reality.
Ambiguity is their prime method,
They have been using it for years,
By not providing clear answers,
It does not help to allay our fears.
To think they do not really know,
You would be a fool to believe,
There’s one thing they’re good at,
And that’s surely how to deceive.
They constantly lie thru their teeth,
While they give you a straight face,
The dishonesty in our government,
Is really just one terrible disgrace.
They think that we are all so stupid,
Simply gullible sheep in their herd,
But the explanations they offer us,
Are all sounding really quite absurd.
So it is time for some real honesty,
Because distrust already runs high,
You wonder why so few believe you,
Well, because you tell us lie after lie.
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SELF DETERMINATION
He’s tired of being controlled and manipulated,
Boxed in by rules others have stipulated….
Defined by his diseases—
None of that pleases,
He’s not being compensated.
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Being called names and yet being fed,
Admit it Jon, that love is dead…
Compatibility—
So what about me—-
When do I get a turn in what’s said?
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People do things for me,
Some just take my money….
Why can’t I have a…
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Trump says Venezuela ‘turning over’ up to 50 million barrels of oil to US: 'That money will be controlled by me’
Trump says Venezuela ‘turning over’ up to 50 million barrels of oil to US: ‘That money will be controlled by me’
Introduction
On January 6, 2026, former President Donald Trump made a bold announcement that sent shockwaves through the global energy and political landscape. In a post on his Truth Social platform, Trump claimed that Venezuela’s interim government would deliver up to 50 million…
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RED-PILLED – a poem and song by Bill Kochman
#Poetry #Poem
RED-PILLED
by Bill Kochman
08-06-2024
Many years ago I was red-pilled,
So I see what this world is worth,
But most people take the blue,
They’re slaves from day of birth.
Blindly playing an assigned role,
They say & do what they’re told,
Just prisoners in a great matrix,
A wind-up toy till they grow old.
Assuming they know the truth,
All marching to the same tune,
But as Neo one day discovered,
They exist in an artificial cocoon.
So mind-warped in their schools,
Taught to obey and never resist,
Conditioned to remain so docile,
Never daring to raise their fist.
Yes, blue-pilled their entire lives,
They can’t imagine another way,
Though people try to tell them,
They cannot hear what they say.
So caught up in blue pill’s illusion,
They think us mad & out of touch,
But it’s they who are so deceived,
Blue pill is their emotional crutch.
Soon their world may crash down,
As a stark reality breaks through,
Many will be so caught by surprise,
They just won’t know what to do.
But as for me I have a firm anchor,
I place my trust in the Lord above,
Regardless of whatever happens,
I am surrounded by His great love.
By fear I refuse to be imprisoned,
It’s how they manage total control,
Ask God for His wonderful peace,
And let it completely fill your soul.
Strive to read His holy Word daily,
It will guide you thru darkest night,
Breaking their web of deception,
Encompassing you with His light.
So abandon taking their blue pill,
Indeed take God’s red pill instead.
Or just keep on being their robot,
Till your life’s over & you’re dead.
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I’ll make it easy for you.
My will is more important that your independence.
My pleasure is more important than your dignity.
My control is more important that your autonomy.
Do this, and your joy will exceed my wildest imagination.
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Eager to please wasn’t her best look till after terms were set, its BFF safe caller checked in +it warmed up to being Used with its 1st NJOY long term plug. No longer allowed to say, No 4 hours seemed easy. Yet here’s the Girl Next Door seconds from its 1st ruined orgasm, offering both of its lower fuck holes within 2 hours of its flight landing at RNO. It barely made it into the backseat on all fours drooling. Good to know some girls come with their own lube!
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Pencil or Pen? …..12/21/25
Think of all the things you are powerless over. The only two things you can directly control are your thoughts and your behaviors. Your behaviors include not only what you do but also what you say and how you say it. Everything else we can not control. Those things include people, places, situations and events. Those things are controlled by God, or, as some prefer, HP, Higher Power. We like to…
