Help guys, what’s dis mean?

This really, really obese kid from my high school who was racist as fuck and always made fun of me had became Michael Bay (while looking exactly like his old self back in high school). I went to his new action film screening where he shot, produced, edited, directed, written, and even drove all the stunt cars and was all the stuntmen simultaneously…

Even though I really liked the movie, I pretended to hate it anyway because everyone said it sucked just to conform, even though deep inside everyone knew that everyone else liked it a lot and just didn’t want to admit it.

After the screening the fat Michael Bay came out and with him was a stunning 10/10 black woman that looked exactly like Rihanna but was not Rihanna. He announced they had just met backstage and now engaged. I walked up to them and started talking to them about philosophy and kept repeating the phrase “due to our advanced technology, squat techniques from the deep web had significantly increased the ass-sphere of the planet by increasing the volume, intensity, and the color of the collective gluteus maxims” until she finally looked at me and said “get the fuck out of here” while waving her finger as fast as humanly possible.

After everyone left the after party I stayed behind and saw Bay’s wife sleeping while masturbating through her jeans while laying fully clothed on top of all the left over foods and drinks. When I walked closer to her to watch her more closely, her eyes started to squirt out water like laser gun. The closer I moved, the more water was squirting out but the more blinded she was and thus could not see me when I was literally in her face.

This was when I became 100 percent convinced that intention creates and distorts a observer-dependent reality.

ps. 1/2 dream, 1/2 made up while writing it up because I can’t remember.
Photo: Help guys, what’s dis mean?

This really, really obese kid from my high school who was racist as fuck and always made fun of me had became Michael Bay (while looking exactly like his old self back in high school). I went to his new action film screening where he shot, produced, edited, directed, written, and even drove all the stunt cars and was all the stuntmen simultaneously…

Even though I really liked the movie, I pretended to hate it anyway because everyone said it sucked just to conform, even though deep inside everyone knew that everyone else liked it a lot and just didn’t want to admit it.

After the screening the fat Michael Bay came out and with him was a stunning 10/10 black woman that looked exactly like Rihanna but was not Rihanna. He announced they had just met backstage and now engaged. I walked up to them and started talking to them about philosophy and kept repeating the phrase “due to our advanced technology, squat techniques from the deep web had significantly increased the ass-sphere of the planet by increasing the volume, intensity, and the color of the collective gluteus maxims” until she finally looked at me and said “get the fuck out of here” while waving her finger as fast as humanly possible.

After everyone left the after party I stayed behind and saw Bay’s wife sleeping while masturbating through her jeans while laying fully clothed on top of all the left over foods and drinks. When I walked closer to her to watch her more closely, her eyes started to squirt out water like laser gun. The closer I moved, the more water was squirting out but the more blinded she was and thus could not see me when I was literally in her face.

This was when I became 100 percent convinced that intention creates and distorts a observer-dependent reality.

ps. 1/2 dream, 1/2 made up while writing it up because I can’t remember.

 


 

I found a new way to motivate myself while doing cardio (Which is up to 5x a week); Watching “Keeping up with the Kardashians” .

The show was playing on the treadmill monitor this morning. Never before did I experience such multiplicity of emotions at once. I was envious, sexually aroused, jealous, happy, angry, sad, confused, contemplative, mindless…etc, all at once.

This drove me to run faster and longer than I had previously thought possible. It was like I was sprinting in place and my legs were cycling on top of a gigantic,11 dimensional ’sphere’ constructed from various substances such as flowers, clitoris, MDMA, brains, tiger skin, violin strings, BBCs, tears, tampons, clouds, various insects, and etc, which extends to reach th sky at the speed of light.

The more I run, the more I seem to be ’smoothening out’ the uneven surface of this sphere, making it smaller, more comprehensible and controllable both materially and conceptually. And when it finally shrunk, alongside my fat, down to the size of an atom and was imperceptible to my senses, I knew I’ve had a successful cardio session.

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I often feel like the world is divided into two halves – people who watch my video and people who don’t. The former is inside me, and the latter is outside.


Is the first thing you do in the morning, even before you brush your teeth, to go on the internet to check your FB/email?

I know it’s fun, like opening up a Christmas present every morning. If time allows it, I recommend you to hold that off for just a sec. Do something else you would normally do during the day anyway before you get sucked into the virtual world (or do something new entirely). It could be meditating for 20 minutes and, read/do cardio for half a hour. This makes going online so much more rewarding and a great way to start the day.


 

I have a fever. It’s the first time in 5 years that I’ve gotten sick.
When you are healthy, you take that state for granted. You really don’t know how good it feels to not be sick until you are sick. When you are sick, being healthy is the most euphoric state of being you can imagine. Advil, a seemingly insignificant pain and fever reducer that temporarily brings you back to normal state of health is suddenly more powerful than Molly or coke. Dat relative feels.


The reason why people should lift and build a nice physique is not that an aesthetic physique and muscles are end of all ends, but it is the perfect cherry to put on top of anything you do in life… In a way, having a nice physique is kind of like being high on cannabis – it makes everything you do in life just a little bit (or a lot) better, especially the small and mundane things like smoking a cigar, playing music, mowing the lawn, rolling a joint, walking your dog mindlessly, sitting on your desk at work, even sleeping and dreaming and talking on the phone with somebody you’ve never met.

 

 

 

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I had a feverish nightmare last night that bordered delirium because I was sick. My mind, or my state of being was ‘stuck’ unless I take selfies and upload it to instagram. In fact, this process had become the workings of my consciousness entirely and I must take pictures and upload them constantly if I was to ‘move forward’ in time and continue to form thoughts. I woke up and took those pictures and spammed them on my newly found instagram account:
http://instagram.com/being_frank_yang

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I have a fever. It’s the first time in 5 years that I’ve gotten sick.
When you are healthy, you take that state for granted. You really don’t know how good it feels to not be sick until you are sick. When you are sick, being healthy is the most euphoric state of being you can imagine. Advil, a seemingly insignificant pain and fever reducer that temporarily brings you back to normal state of health is suddenly more powerful than Molly or coke. Dat relative state of being.

 


 

I’ve been thinking about acting and actors’ consciousness and their specialized form of intelligence. Acting is the ultimate play of mind over body. The hard part about acting is to transform his consciousness and re-create his mind to become another while utilizing the same body to give rise to that particulate mental state. The actor will need to house many different minds in the same body, and it must give in completely to a totally different state of mind each time he switches roles. The more complete this mind-body transformation (the less he holds on to his original state of mind), the more real and convincing the performance will be. A performance is unnatural or awkward when one mind interferes and come into conflict with another.

Actors have a certain sense of pre-linguistic, pre-conceptual intelligence that cannot be measured with IQ points. Acting utilizes a sort of intuition or imagination that is not grounded in knowledge, logic, or intellectual-type thinking – which can make the mind ‘bulky’…and unable to be reflexive or flow ‘in the moment’ of constant becomings.

If you read interviews with actors, even the best ones don’t appear to be that ‘deep’ or intellectual. But that’s what makes them good. They need to be in a Zen, or meditative like state of mind – an empty vessel that is able to transform into anything and anyone. This ’no mind’ state has a lot of potential for creativity and transformation. In fact, the more an actor can become ‘mindless’, the more potential and range he has to become somebody else entirely.


 

On ‘being deep’

I was hanging out with Luke Eilers yesterday at Venice beach. We were having some pretty deep conversation in regards to consciousness and dreams. The conversation turned to Zyzz and I asked him if he thought Zyzz was deep. He thought about it and said that he was “very deep…in aesthetics”.

I think one can be deep about anything, even if the chosen endeavor seems trivial or superficial. One example is the movie American Psycho, which I re-watched again yesterday. Christian Bale obviously lacked ‘depth’, as he even described how he had nothing underneath the surface of his skin. But he went on the deep end with status and money and went crazy. Other examples are porn stars, drug addicts, female bodybuilders, cannibals…(it’s true that we are all fascinated by these people).

So in a way, I have respect for anyone who goes deep because being there ultimately requires an extreme state of consciousness that borders in insanity, which results in the individual becoming marginalized either within himself or society.

What’s something that you are deep into (but might not appear to be ‘deep’ from the usual perspective?)


 

sluts are good to fuck because they (presumably) are all body, no minds. This makes the sex much better because the friction between flesh/body is stronger without the indeterminacy of consciousness getting in the way. Having sex with girls who have brains is like sticking your penis in thought bubbles filled with formal language and mathematical equations.


 

I really like Los Angeles and it’s depth of superficiality. The way I personally feel about it is that it is a simulation that is based on nothingness – a copy of something that doesn’t actually exist, where the abstract and the concrete is one and the same.

It’s a place that produces the image that the rest of the world copies. The irony is that in order to sustain itself, it has to conform to and re-copy the copies of itself made by the rest of the world (so in a sense the simulation does have a simulated – other simulations).

It is a city of dreams that does not have a reality to contrast itself with or wake up from, so any attempt to know itself is through the birth of another dream, and then another…in an everlasting spiral that spins on a vacuum. This process I think is aesthetic because it is always authentic, even if it is artificially so.


On PAIN

I think the best way to prevent someone from killing himself is to cut his arm off. And the best way to lift someone out of sorrow because of a loss love is to punch him in the face. Why? Because the best or perhaps the only cure for psychological pain is physical pain. When one is in physical pain, his mental content (or discontent), whether it’s pleasure or pain is immediately erased, or put back to neutral. The only thing left are stars that we see when we get knocked out, which is a reminder of the vast emptiness of consciousness during moments of intense pain. Or perhaps it is during these moments when are confronted by consciousness at its purest state.

This partially explains why so many religious ceremonies focus on inflicting pain upon the believers (think also of fasting), and why crucifixion is the centre image of Christianity. Contrary to what most people believe, religious ascetic is not a de-emphasize of the body, but the opposite. The extreme focus on the body to the point of intense pain is perhaps the only way for the mind to make way for forces outside of itself, outside the world.


 

Thoughts on athletic success and the Imagination.

Having a good imagination is an important key to athletic success. The ability to visualize motor skills and physical actions clearly and distinctively in your mind is essential because when you actually perform and carry out these actions in reality, your neurons are already primed to do so. Kobe and Lebron both meditate, and on top of it visualize alone in the locker room before games.

Kelly Baggett mentioned that most explosive athletes are right brain dominated…(although recent research shows no distinction between left and right brain and that we are constantly using the whole brain, it can still be separated into different domains. Meaning that even if imagination isn’t receded in the right, there is still a difference in how the brain is lighting up when imagining vs. not imagining).

In other words explosive athletes are good visualizers and imaginers who can hold clear images of what they wish to create or become in their minds. They have practiced their movements over and over again in their minds so that their neurons are already firing and connecting before the movements were actualized in reality.

Note on the meathead stereotype: A lot “creatives” or “right brain” thinking people do not really enjoy reading books as much as DOING or CREATING. Kids who turn into athletes or dance aren’t really stupid. They just aren’t interested in words, and could be said to be ‘smart’ in a different way. This reminds me of Ken Robinson’s TED talk about how modern capitalist society values and encourage ‘left brain’ endeavors, and how kids who are smart in ways other than verbalizing and rationalizing have their talents overlooked and suppressed. He then went on to talk about dance and art and music as just important. I would like to add athletics to the list – especially explosive athletics like Olympic weightlifting and sprinting. Yes, I think if the educational system includes weightlifting classes as part of the curriculum, the world would be a better place. Here’s the video: http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity

Baggett also mentions that explosive athletes are often explosive in temper as well, which explains the many on and off court antics and the instability and emotional turmoil some of these great athletes go through in life. Someone commented on Chris Brown’s video on YT, “Chris Brown is so much more talented than PittBull, why does he have to be so violent?” without realizing that maybe his talent and his violent behaviors come from the same source of energy – the overflowing of feels and images that is channeled correctly becomes the virtue, if not, the vice.

I think there are major similarities between making sculptures and jumping. Both endeavors are creative in nature, as both are acts of transferring and materializing what you visualize in your mind into reality. The better you are at generating and manipulating these images in your head, the better your “products” in reality will turn out to be. In sculpture, the products are of course, the sculptures themselves. But in lifting and in jumping or any other types of athletic movements, the product is the body performing the movements primed by the mind.


The main job of our intellect is to plan and devise strategies that are low-risk and effective in order to help us get what we want in life. Might it be fair to say that people who find it ‘hard’ to live life and go by it with constant source of frustration are simply lacking in intellectual capacity (or possess it but fail to use it properly)?.


 

A person’s personality is usually what he wants to be thought and perceived, not the way it actually is. The social world is nothing more than a huge sphere of presumed personalities.

 


I don’t delete friends on FB, even people from the past that I don’t talk to anymore because I like looking at pictures as they look older and fatter with each newsfeed update. The rush is exactly the same as looking at your own body transformation photos.

 

 

 

Aside

Do you find bulking easier or cutting? To me not doing something (not eating during cutting) is always easier than doing (eating during bulking).

I have 2 ways to overcome hunger. From one end of the spectrum, allow yourself to be as sexually aroused as possible by watching porn and having lots of sex because the two basic drives of food and sex usually do not co-exist. This is using the body to overcome body. From the top end, read a lot of books, especially super abstract shit like Kant, Hegal and Heidegger. It’s hard to feel hungry when the mind is engaged at a level like that. Mind over matter at its best.


 

Films, relationships, consciousness

One way to test out whether or not your romantic relationship will work out is to go to the movies and see if you like the same films.

Your taste of films tells me more about who you are than your preference for any other aesthetic art forms. I think this is why all my previous relationships failed. All of my exes forced me to watch chick flicks, but fell asleep when I sho…wed them Lost in Translation.

In fact, I used show girls one film at a time on dates to observe how they reacted to see if we are right for each other. If they liked the first film on the first date, I would grant them a second date to screen them another film that I enjoyed. Usually I would start out with something more generous that MOST people would enjoy (Shawshank Redemption, Silence of the Lambs), and then moved on to more abstract and over-the-edge shit as the relationship progressed. Usually by the 5th or 6th films they would finally get tired of it and refuse to come to another date/screening session. It’s like I was using films to weed out girls, or to scratch the surface of their consciousness, layer by layer with each film in order to reveal their true forms and essences. Nobody had made it to Ferlini’s “8 ½” yet, or Michelangelo Antonioni’s “Blow Up” because usually girls start to complain by the 5th scene of “Lost in Translation”.

Film, more than any other art forms, comes closest to the pure nature of THOUGHT because the mind by default thinks in the montage of moving images and sounds rather than in words. Film is the medium of the mind, and when we watch a film, it is like one mind meeting another. This is also why film serves as the vehicle for propaganda. Nothing washes over your brain and captives your mind and emotions and changes the way you think more than films do. In fact, the image making process as a whole is analogous to the cognitive process of thinking. The film projector is your brain, the light that emits from the machine is your consciousness, and the pictures that the light reflected on is your mind.


 

Muscles as Time. Zyzz as Singularity.

When I see muscles, I don’t think of anything physical like protein, gym, weights, or even the idea of masculinity. I think of something far more abstract and profound – namely Time itself.

Muscle (gains) are time fossilized and condensed into something very dense from the habits of the past. Like time, there is an arrow – a direction in which muscles are moving and growing towards. Or rather, they are being pulled into some type of Omega point/ singularity in which all different types of physiques seek to converge.

This is your Platonic Aesthetics – the idealized physique of heavenly perfection that can never be achieved by mortals (yet we try our best to).

*for more on the theory of Platonic Forms: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theory_of_Forms

Zyzz came close to this singularity during his lifetime, which is why people looked up to him as some sort of deity. He must have realized this himself, even if subconsciously, and that is why he named himself Zyzz; The Son of Zeus.

After he died, he is transformed into an idea and a symbol (partially by the way of nature, but also by Chestbrah). And by existing only inside our minds, he drew himself ever closer to the Platonic Aesthetics (which if you read the Republic, Socrates repeatedly suggests that any type of Form that exists as a Whole in the heavens can only be accessed, if only partially and imperfectly, by the mind).

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I went to my friend’s gym, which is located in the wealthiest part of Taipei, with exclusive memberships and VIP squat racks, treadmills. I realized that all the women have noticeably nicer asses than all of the other gyms in Taiwan that I’ve been to. These women are wives and daughters of the wealthiest people in Taiwan, perhaps it’s by evolutionary logic that the most fertile women are taken by the most powerful men with the most resources.

You usually associate strong physiques with primitivism and animalism. But I think in the modern world, it’s more or less a status symbol to have extremely fit bodies due to the amount of leisure, resources, and knowledge one must acquire to obtain a good physique.

And then I think of movies like Wolf of Wall street where extremely well-off, ‘civilized’ people engage in the most primitive and animalistic activities of sex and drug consumption as ends to all means. The only other people I can think of that can indulge in this type of behavior whenever they want, wherever they want are tribal people of the hunter and gatherer societies who pick up shrooms on the ground to trip on and then have orgies all day.

Perhaps this type of primitive consciousness is our default mode of existence. But modern society has it that we must go through a whole avalanche of bullshit in order to go back to our more primal, original state of being.

*this image captures the juxtaposition of the civilized and the primitive pretty well. Also the title of the film, ‘WOLF’ and ‘WALLSTREET’ (i haven’t seen it though, too scared to).


 

Progression and migration of ‘bodies’ to the Virtual.

I came across this picture today. (The first 2. I’ve attached the 3rd).

While I am in no position to judge, my first thought is that the Real Aesthetic crew does look much more “Real”, “Authentic”, “Grounded”, and “Solid” than the Fake Natty Crew, which looks and feel more like the stuff of the internet and the virtual.

Consider the fact that the bodybuilders in the second picture literally made up their names, sculpted their personalities, proclaimed their statuses, and perhaps even attaining gears and training methods through the internet, but in contrast, the Real Aesthetic crew had to deal with mostly real life stuff…

I’ve also talked to people who’ve met these guys, and the first thing they always say is how they don’t look as big in “real life”, which points to the notion that camera angles, lightings, and etc are all part of the self manipulation these guys undergo to present themselves as ‘images’, which leads to, ‘egos’ that are much bigger than what they actually are.

If the technological singularity theory is correct, that we can immerse with machines and fully enter virtual reality that looks and feels so real that it is indistinguishable from reality in the coming decades, we will be dealing with “bodybuilders” who are completely virtual.

I see 2 categories of virtual bodybuilders in the future

1. People who don’t actually lift in “reality” using their hands but pumps iron with their minds to build up avatars (or perhaps their own bodies) that get bigger and more aesthetic with time and effort. This it not completely cheating in my book, for knowing how to visualize effectively and train with the right mentality is half of the game even in real life athletics.

As Winston Churchill predicted, “”The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.”

2. People who simply choose avatars that resemble bodybuilders.

On top of that you have people who actually lift with their flesh and bone bodies. And if you consider the fact that all 3 categories can be mixed up to present the final image of who you want to be, things can get much trickier and complex than today’s “half natties”.

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Aside

I realized that I’m trapped inside a limbo that is the gym…for eternity.

I can’t travel anywhere without a scale, very specific weight training equipment, foods, mirrors, and supplements.

I can’t live in a cabin on the country side, rent a beach house, walk the Great Wall of China, climb the Himalayas, travel to space and land on the moon, go back to the past and photograph the dinosaurs, or just chill out and do nothing in my room for a couple of days without losing my gains and getting fat. Fuck this life.


 

 

Aside

‘materialism’ is not materialistic, and it’s not the same as consumerism (in before language game). Or I should say, it is a symptom of a larger set of problems . When someone wants to buy/collect something, he is merely trying to communicate his mind. When a man wants to buy a car to please his girlfriend, he is asking for love and acceptance, which is anything but material, it is sentimental and emotional. In a way, materialism does not exist.


 

Random training tip: When you lift, your breathing should sound like a snake hissing…”CHHHHHHHHHHH…..CHHHHEEEEEEEEHHHHHH”. This is the only way to let out air while still maintaining tightness in the posture.

PR: CHHHHHHHHHYEAAAAAA (this you can release more freely and roll over to YEAHHHHHHH to make a definite, assertive statement at the same time. Since you won’t have to stay tight for the next rep).


 

We try to change the world, and when we can’t we try to change ourselves. But too often the changes happen internally (emotionally), instead of doing something that makes a difference ‘out there’. That’s why being emotional can be sort of a cop out, a cheap way out of situations. When emotions are driven to maximum degrees, we even faint – to cut ourselves from the world completely to become totally unconscious so that we don’t have to deal with our problems.


 

Consciousness could be the resurrection of the non-spatial properties that was dormant before the Big Bang. Reality was non-spatial before the Big Bang, and with the bang, space came into being. But what about the aspects of reality that were non-spatial? Where could such properties re-emerge after space had been established? Perhaps in the brain itself…Once systems that are complex enough arise (the brain), this could somehow enabled the non-spatial dimension of reality to re-emerge and resurrect into the modern world as consciousness…consciousness could then be a type of immaterial and non-spatial fossil that existed before the Big Bang. If this is the case, then each one of us carries with us, inside our bodies, some type of immaterial substance that is so ancient that it precedes the existence of everything that we can conceive of…and it is indeed with this substance that this thought itself becomes possible.

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*Above is an example of what this page would look like if I was a girl. I often think about what my life would be like if I was a girl. And this is my conclusion:

I would work out just as hard, have just as nice of an ass as I do now, and fuck a lot of guys and especially go for the BBCs. I would take pics of myself everyday and saturate my FB fan page with ass and tits and couple them with deep thoughts and philosophical rants about the nature of consciousness, the universe, and evolutionary psychology.

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Aside

‘materialism’ is not materialistic, and it’s not the same as consumerism (in before language game). Or I should say, it is a symptom of a larger set of problems . When someone wants to buy/collect something, he is merely trying to communicate his mind. When a man wants to buy a car to please his girlfriend, he is asking for love and acceptance, which is anything but material, it is sentimental and emotional. In a way, materialism does not exist.


 

Random training tip: When you lift, your breathing should sound like a snake hissing…”CHHHHHHHHHHH…..CHHHHEEEEEEEEHHHHHH”. This is the only way to let out air while still maintaining tightness in the posture.

PR: CHHHHHHHHHYEAAAAAA (this you can release more freely and roll over to YEAHHHHHHH to make a definite, assertive statement at the same time. Since you won’t have to stay tight for the next rep).


 

We try to change the world, and when we can’t we try to change ourselves. But too often the changes happen internally (emotionally), instead of doing something that makes a difference ‘out there’. That’s why being emotional can be sort of a cop out, a cheap way out of situations. When emotions are driven to maximum degrees, we even faint – to cut ourselves from the world completely to become totally unconscious so that we don’t have to deal with our problems.


 

Consciousness could be the resurrection of the non-spatial properties that was dormant before the Big Bang. Reality was non-spatial before the Big Bang, and with the bang, space came into being. But what about the aspects of reality that were non-spatial? Where could such properties re-emerge after space had been established? Perhaps in the brain itself…Once systems that are complex enough arise (the brain), this could somehow enabled the non-spatial dimension of reality to re-emerge and resurrect into the modern world as consciousness…consciousness could then be a type of immaterial and non-spatial fossil that existed before the Big Bang. If this is the case, then each one of us carries with us, inside our bodies, some type of immaterial substance that is so ancient that it precedes the existence of everything that we can conceive of…and it is indeed with this substance that this thought itself becomes possible.

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*Above is an example of what this page would look like if I was a girl. I often think about what my life would be like if I was a girl. And this is my conclusion:

I would work out just as hard, have just as nice of an ass as I do now, and fuck a lot of guys and especially go for the BBCs. I would take pics of myself everyday and saturate my FB fan page with ass and tits and couple them with deep thoughts and philosophical rants about the nature of consciousness, the universe, and evolutionary psychology.

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Aside

A person’s personality is usually what he wants to be thought and perceived, not the way it actually is. The social world is nothing more than a huge sphere of presumed personalities.


 

Read a quote by Freud today. He said that love is the “psychosis of the normal people”.

What he means is that most people only experience attributes of mental illness, delusions, euphoria, drug experiences, meditative states, and various other signs of altered states of consciousness through love (and also sex. For most people, sex is the only activity they are allowed to totally ‘let go’ without filter and return to a primal state of being).

In other words, love is one of the only legit high most people get to experience.

But what about people that experience these things on a regular basis (other than love) anyway? does love seem to lose its significance and perhaps becomes pale in comparison to all other possible altered states one can choose to experience and express?

 


More stuff I read today from ‘Sex at Dawn’ that blew my mind (Pick up the book if you haven’t already. I’m still deciding whether this book is totally right on or complete bs, but I love reading alternative views and this book is full of it, from taking on Darwin to Steven Pinker to almost everything we take for granted about human nature and sex).

The following excerpt offers one of many proofs that females are evolved to be promiscuous : sperm competition in humans indicates that there are constantly sperms from different males inside a woman’s body.

Cliff: your semen is designed to kill the semen of the next man that fucks your gf.

“Heritable differences in sperm quality and sperm delivery equipment will be under intense selection…men’s ‘souped up genitals’ backed “a lot of spermatic firepower” would be worthwhile only if there were “some sort of race or contest. Otherwise, they seem excessive”.

Indication of spermatic firepower are evident in the differences between a man’s first spurts and his last. A human ejaculation typically consists of anywhere from 3 to 9 spurts (mine are 10 – 15 spurts on average. No wonder most girls said I have the most cum they’ve ever seen. Watch this video to learn how to practice prolonged ejaculation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66LYZfbRr6Q). Researchers found that the first spurts contain chemicals that protect against various kinds of chemical attack. What sort?

Aside from leucocytes and antigens present in a woman’s reproductive track, they protect the sperm from the chemicals in the latter spurts of other men’s ejaculate. These final spurts contain a spermicidal substance that shows the advance of any latecomers. In other words, competing sperm from other men seems to be anticipated in the chemistry of men’s semen, both in the early spurts (protective) and in the later spurts (attacking).


 

It’s funny how the people in younger generation don’t know what bbl or brb means because they are constantly connected to the internet. I don’t have internet on my phone (I choose not to mainly because I don’t want to be trapped inside virtual reality everywhere I go and I don’t like people knowing where I am most of the time, and I think i’ll hold it off for as long as possible. I just don’t think I’m ready to live life with that extra dimension yet), so it’s natural for me to go bbl when I step away from the computer, and then they’re like WHAT!? i was like be right bak! they go where!? i say away from the fucking internet.


I don’t delete friends on FB, even people from the past that I don’t talk to anymore because I like looking at pictures as they look older and fatter with each newsfeed update. The rush is exactly the same as looking at your own body transformation photos.


I had a vision last night during the in between state of dream and sleep that I was sleeping without a head. Rather, my head was not where and what it was supposed to be in reality. It shrunk to the size of a marble and was tightly situated in between my urethra, which served as a cork that was keeping me from ejeculating all over the place. What dis mean? Actually it’s obvious; I’m using my head/reason to keep my desires at bay, but I never knew such visual metaphor could be so literal that you hardly need Freud to decipher it.