Word of the Day

Burlesque

Adjective
1. Involving ludicrous or mocking treatment of a solemn object.
Noun:
1. Any ludicrous parody or grotesque caricature.
2. A humorous and provocative stage show featuring slapstick humor, striptease acts. and a scantily clad female chorus.


Love today is part of a sad burlesque called life!



1.16.2010

Baby Popping Machines


If this were a parallel universe, things would be different. Nothing that “makes sense” in the ‘we know all about it’ relationships between the sexes. If mankind was just doing it’s survival purposes and mate, in a whole new different way.

There would be three different types of people, including two different types of women. This did not include gay or straight. It simply meant: donor or surrogate. You’d think it would be a perfect world, one where women did not have to deal with insecurities about their looks or making their personalities better. It was all about having a fertile egg or not. This world can be around anything, without sex, just popping babies.

The mother company: this is the company that controls the world! It arranges who does what. If you want to use your imagination a little wilder, its all a bunch of nerdy scientists and controlling communists who organized the planet. Their only purpose is to keep mankind alive, unless aliens decided to attack.

The surrogate home: the place that keeps mankind alive. This is where women who decide to be surrogate mothers live, and are paid for it.

Donor women: who’s sole purpose is to keep their perfectly healthy eggs as best as can be, donate it, and move on.

Men: this is where they can have their “perfect world”. Their only two choices would be: to have sexual intercourse with the surrogate mothers in order to fertilize that egg, or just to jack off into a cup that he will never have to see again.

If you still can’t see where this is going, I’ll make it clearer. The company, keeps it all under control. They accommodate housing and everything that life requires from a woman that is willing to take a baby to full term and have it. They then see the sex of the baby, if it’s egg material or surrogate material, and divide it accordingly. This baby, being female of course, grows up into the life she is destined to have. If that baby had been born male, that baby would grow into the world doing what he does best in the other universe, make money, which will eventually end up in the mother company to fund future baby producing procedures that keeps the world alive.

Think about this! Women wouldn’t have to worry about what they look like or how fat they get. Heck, they can be fat pig like creatures roaming the world. Scratch that. They can be fat pig like creatures that don’t have to move an inch.

Surrogate mothers are the labor workers, literarily. Of course, since they have the most important job on the planet, they are the key to life, and the most expensive key as well. Finally: they get appreciated and paid for what they have been doing for decades, centuries, even millenniums. Ah, in a perfect world.

This leaves you thinking: does this world make sense. Even if it does, does it really?! Does life have meaning without its little butterflies in my stomach oh he’s so cutes? Would life be better without family, wives, husbands, sisters, brothers, boyfriends, girlfriends, and all the works? No Disneyland? No Cinderella stories? No breakfast at tiffany’s?

Of course life wouldn’t be meaningful in this world, but it would be the solution to every problem every man and women on this planet has ever complained about since the begging of mankind. But is it worth it?

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