Dancing with Paul McCartney

I am very careful to choose my words, speak to existence is the idea of the universe. I danced yesterday, for the first time since I was teenager dancing to Live in the basement. I played in the middle of Atlanta, piedmont park, as Paul McCartney serenaded me from a live performance. Serendipitous, if you live the example yet it was amazing. I walked around and the whole world was mine, it began to rain. At first I recoiled and began to run for cover and as if picked up and turned around, I began running to the soccer field. In the middle, I reached my hands up as if I was flying and began spinning round and round. The music, the rain, the freedom of it all was pure ectasy.

Osho - chapter 10
These words on are on my mind at the moment. Considering the chapters content, well it should be as being of no mind was the theme. An idea of thoughts and affirmations in respect to no mind is what I am contemplating. The pictures of what I want, who I want, who I am, where I am, why I am have presented themself to me at once. In meditation, of no mind, all this is dropped as if no past. If no past, what pictures do you have to create the future. A nervous thought - or a new thought that is of course uncomfortable as its being new.

Son, I stumbled again. I feel good about this stumble as it too was not very well directed. I sat there amazed bewildered of the outcome. It all happened so fast. I missed you today. I am deeply in love with you. I kind of caught you off guard, yet you stayed reserved. Still singing the same ol song. Ah I recoiled briefly and realized Me communicating my thoughts were as more for me as for her. You think of not being selfish and considering the others thoughts so only positive vibrations reverberate. To miss, my thoughts were on them and they are what matters. E=MC 2(squared). Energy equals matter times (considered) in two unique ways conscious and subconscious. My subconscious has been planning, reciting, enjoying, winning, succeeding and as I realize in my conscious its seemingly second nature so I transmit energy to what matters. (Okay, that was a far stretch to incorporates Einsteins theory. Funny how that idea has been stewing with me for about a decade when my brother and I decided to build our mission statement off it. I must find that flyer we made - at the same time another example of the theory)

What is work. Doing something I don't want to do. What is play. Being Everything else. My steps to directed thought has led me to Mr. Leonardo da Vinci.

Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.

The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci

I still miss you and that makes me smile ear to ear.

My son, every day I am so very proud of you as I watch you progress. Here is a bit of my philosophy on stumbling. It's okay to stumble. I have stumbled my way into an amazing family that others dream of. I have stumbled into purpose, passion, and love. Son, love is where I have stumbled most of all. I stumbled with you and your mother. I have stumbled with my brothers, friends, and the world in some respect.

Son, direct your thought on the ideal stumbles in life and you will have carved a life experience like no other.

Are you enjoying as much as I, the nervousness and anticipation when we are together? I feel like a little boy, eager yet unsure of how to say I love you. My doubts and fears of your rejection, my doubts and fears of our current relationship ceasing and praying for the ideal, while appreciating the choices and so deeply in love with you that either answer I could live with although I would have to meditate for a lifetime on the latter.

The Seduction of crotchless panties.

As the best day of the year approaches, Valentines day, I prepared for my day with an excitement of two virgins exploring each other. The days leading up to Valentine’s Day to be a little more specific. For approximately 2 weeks, men in the know, in the game take advantage of these days to truly appreciate the freethinking ability to walk into a lingerie store, comfortably and appreciate the garments intentioned for seductive purposes.

As I entered my first store, I was immediately drawn to a silky white crotchless panty, on such beautiful lace of flowers. As I run my hands over the first set of tantra crotchless panties I close my eyes meditatively and quickly grasps one of the techniques of the book of secrets and become one with idea and mate in a single instant as she stands against my penthouse window. Wearing a white robe, slightly undone revealing a hint of her red surprise. She caught me off guard and she knows it, playing with me, as I am oblivious to her tantric tactics.

I am curious about the color as I stretch my eyes for clarity, red yet what type of red as I beckon her closer with my approval. As I open the robe, I see cherry and its laced in satin, such soft tender satin, as I consider the feast and festivities. The fit it as snug as a bug in a rug, and creating the ultimate test for man. Patience, the art of the game in tune with the art of the seductive crotchless panty, two virgins exploring a new moment for the first time, curiously gazing, feeling, wandering, excited.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Can I help you?

Excuse me.

Can I help you with your panties?

Excuse me,

Your panties, excuse me, these panties?

Yes, um why yes you can.

Would you like to buy these?

I do but I can’t.

Why not?

I never buy anything I have never seen worn.

Really and I guess you want me to put this on for you.

Yes that would be delightful.

Okay then I will.

Oh how I love Valentines Day, the cu de tah of opportunities to flirt with women in the most amazing of shops to shop. I see that I am not alone; there are a few other men of men, tempting their manhood with big smiles on their faces. One wearing shades, the other under cloak and dagger, and him well everyone knows he is shopping for himself. Such a glorious time of the year.

Excuse me.

Yes.

I am still waiting.

Why don’t more people take the train?

If you ride the train at some point, you will have to wait for the train. I don’t think it is so much the waiting that bothers anybody, in fact I would say most people are okay with waiting for the train, as there is absolutely nothing you can do but wait and if you are a guy, pray for a heavy gust of wind.

I admit it. Not afraid to admit it and wonder if women sometimes wish it would happen to them or even plan for it to happen. Everyone can recall one starlet that owns’ the pose. It was my first trip out and about, going to visit my brother in college. Yes, I know its somewhat cliché yet I was taking the train from Lancaster to Providence. That’s where the cliché ends as I wasn’t a virgin, sexually, yet one to leaving the state and traveling by myself. I was excited as I entered the train. Didn’t look back and told my parents to drop me at the door. Yeah I was cool, I woke up late, which created a chain of events that had me jumping out the car, screaming hold that train.

I settled in for my trip, not exactly sure the ride time, 12-14 hours no biggie. I had magazines, a book, my walkman (there had to be a beginning for the ipod), and I was still tired so I figured I would sleep. I closed my eyes and was out a couple of hours, woke up confused, and fussy. Looked out of the window to view the scenery, nothing special as I closed the window blinds to observe my immediate surroundings.

Higher, higher, reach a little higher as the uniformed girl puts her books in the compartment above, and settles in to her seat but not before she reveals her white panties. She had to be the same age as I, catholic of course. By the way she was jostling around, un-hesitantly opening her legs wide revealing, her tanga styled underwear, basic colored panty. I assume it was cotton yet never really investigated women’s underwear for fabric choice. She looked to be five (5) foot six (6) inches in height, 108 lbs, athletic in tone and legs. She was sexy, and a joy to fixate on. She squirmed and jostled, as we looked at each other and quickly away. She stood up a few times to reveal herself from all sides, or at least that is what I thought. It took me a minute to realize she was preparing to get off at the upcoming station; my little muse was exiting the train.

We pulled into the station where she jumped up from her seat and began to leave. She looked back and smiled, a devilish smirk knowing that she made my day. I watched her as she greeted her friends, they were so happy that they collided together dropping their books. One butt, two butt, three butt, four you are the greatest God in this world to show me four little white butts in a single stroke. God has to be a man, to blow a gust of wind so strong to reveal to me 4 oyster pearls all dressed in white.

Patiently I waited, as the passengers entered. A little lighter and eager for the next stop, Providence.

2020 – February 4…Log Book

Startrek advancements have made getting a fruit roll-up a wonder, an enjoyment, and the best damn experience ever. I was searching for that particular grape flavor, not quite a jolly rancher grape taste, more of a Welch’s grape flavor yet chewable. For whatever reason, I wanted that particular taste and voila a machine appeared. Holodex, Wholodex, Whateverdex brought me Luna.

Luna was a sexy little broad, black boots, overcoat, cat like look and smile. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Her confident walk, straight, consistent, focused and mechanical yet her eyes gazed as if she was floating around in her head. Can I get you a drink, she asks. If you like, I replied. She returns with a yuengling black and tan, while replying, I heard it goes well with grape. She turns away, whisking her jacket hurriedly and disappears.

It’s a mellow mood style vibe, a thievery corporation sound oozing from the walls. She is just dancing in her own little world. She is both the environment and the energy flowing, there is no fighting her power, resist not. Mentally my mind began to dance, intoxicated in the moment, open to the opportunity. Her twirls became closer and closer to me. And in one well-practiced move, she removed her jacket and placed it upon me. By the time I realized what had happened she was standing in front of me topless wearing dark purple underwear that she began to rip off and eat.

She gyrated to the left and right on beat to the music, each time she was ripping a piece of her underwear off and eating it. I was confused and called her with my curiosity of mind and body. The smell was sweet and familiar and I couldn’t quite place the scent with my nose. I rubbed my cheek onto her bottom cheek and tasted her panties with my tongue. I couldn’t believe my taste buds. She was wearing what I have been craving, a grape fruit roll up flavored edible underwear. It was a stroke of genius and happenstance that I fulfilled my request in such a magical, dynamic way.

She danced and twirled, bopped to the left and right, all the while feeding me bits and pieces of her edible panties. I worked my way from one side to the other, eating feverishly for both my appetite and visual reward. The edible dance lasted for approximately 15 minutes and by the time I finished I was so parched that when I saw my beer, I grabbed my half full glass and downed it one swoop. And you know what, it did go well with the grape flavored panties worn by Luna.

I recently have taken up drawing. I purchased an animal drawing book that teaches you the fundamentals through retracing and circular drawing. As I practice my new hobby, I committed to the idea of becoming an artist and what exactly what that means, "to be" to me. As I perfect my new craft, I have set one rule - Wherever my mind roams as I hone my craft, follow it as a possible expression.

My practice today is an elephant. A happily animated elephant. As I was retracing the circles and practicing my shading, I was inspired to search for a school that would serve as a catalyst to my perfect expression. Maybe because of me shading a gray elephant or the idea of Howard Schultz being in mind as I reread his book, "Pour your heart into it", yet Seattle, Washington has popped into my head as the ideal location for a fine art school.

My search was destined as I found AI - The Art Institute of Seattle (www.artinsitutes.edu/seattle). It should serve as a possbile creative fertile ground for many of my graphic, interior, and animation design school desires and ambitions. As I was reviewing many of the varying websites that offered information on the school, the following excerpt from All ArtSchools.com (http://www.allartschools.com/schools/ID1040/) about the Art Institute provided me a succinct oneness, bravo writer:

** Design

Good designers are an interesting breed; they live and breathe in the aesthetic and functional realm. Their discerning eyes notice type treatments on commercials and movie credits. A great-looking chair makes them green with envy.

If you are a kindred soul to this kind of thinking, check out our Design programs:

* Digital Design (D)

* Graphic Design (AAA/BFA)

* Industrial Design (BS)

* Industrial Design Technology (AAA)

* Interior Design (AAA/BFA)

* Residential Design (D)

Maybe its because I am feeling quite enlightened yet when I read those words and descriptions I felt complete, no longer do I need to search.

So what shall I study? I never much thought about the variations of art my newfound hobby would lead me. I am leading towards graphic or digital design, as Walt Disney is a huge inspiration for me. The idea of transforming a doodle into a living being excites and intrigues beyond words. As I reflect, I realize it is the seed that sparked my interest in drawing. To be. To become, the idea, the expression, the spirit of my 10 year fascination and love.

The idea of being in a city of Pikes Peak and the birth of Il Giornale bring a smile to face and appreciate. To the art managers in Seattle. So many fine artists I would love to meet and greet. Not the ones you may think yet the "truest" of artist if there is such a word, at least to me.

The idea is growing legs, far reaching legs. Its possible, its possible and on the destined path. As my hand itches, an instinctual sign of positive thought and attraction. I digress as my put down my pencil and return the smile to my newly drawn gray elephant.

My ideal situation is to be an allocator of capital. Create a corporation with 5 businesses, focus each business on earning $225 per day, the corporation netting $1600 per day. After hitting $1600 per day, begin buying cash businesses that will net $10,000 per day. No I am not talking mlm, businesses; Trucking, Storage and Recycling, Insurance, Software, I have experience in all. Experience being earned money in each. If you can do something once, everyone knows yo can do it again smarter and faster.

I have been thinking, writing, planning, experimenting with various monetary platforms. Scientifically speaking, business platforms are my study.

My skill set is that I am great with people and getting the job done.

I have been flirting with a new title of my listing, James.Bilione, and thinking about its future use. I have been doing a lot of soul searching. Determining what I can be. Its not an arduous task yet not as easy as I think I would like it to be. My interest vary yet they are seemingly business oriented. I have been focused on materializing business strategies and systems at my own peril. Have you ever gotten so focused that you are not able to hear anyone, hence, you keep going down the path you decided whether its starting from scratch or at the top.

I know that the human marketplace is about to get a little more congested, as if that really matters to me. The ideal situation will appear, I know that and I don't believe I have to be to patient. The men and women I admire, hey I am one of you at the core and as I raise my "pole" for guidance and opportunity, today I feel good that my ability, consistency, and quality nature is in alignment.

James

The birth of an idea is the seed of creation. Whom to say men can not have babies, that the a woman's birth is the true creation of life. Pa-pew!

Duck weave, duck weave. At first thought one may think I am boxing yet the spinning of an architectural design is web like. I am mixed between focusing on one idea till it rains or working on a set of ideas as the days of the week change. There are pros and cons of each while I wonder which method will draw blood first, fast, and amply reoccurring. CrankVolante - The flywheel comes to mind, as the center is, holding many branches. Initially the drips will be slow, yet eventually they will be fast and controlling the spigot will become science.

As I inch closer to my $3.3m goal. Donations, project work is welcome.

James

Horatio Alger (nationwide)

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Date: 2009-01-06, 9:29AM PST


It has been a week since my last post in Las Vegas with a posting title change. As my ideal situation may seemingly be fairy tale, Adam Smith my become my pseudonym. To my faithful readers, please keep that in mind or feel free to always check my blog for the latest and greatest.

Happy New Year to all. As I communicate my ideas and thoughts, for my clarity, I have had a breakthrough in thought and understanding. I understand the benefits of doing a task, job, etc in a mechanical way. For the longest time, I didn't understand what was meant by others when the stated be the best at mopping the floor - as Colin Powell stated. Yet now I do. Being mechanical means being able to do a job, task, etc without much thinking, really no thinking. I recall when I would do factory, ups, rps, or shall I say jobs that was more physical than mental that I would always come up with great ideas, plans and never knew why yet I was always eager to go to work.

The idea hit me as I was practicing dribbling a basketball. As I spend one day week to practice my skills and just so happen to be reading a philosophical which highlighted the idea of working mechanical or be the watchman. As I often do, I close my eyes and dribble up and down the court, feeling the ball not with hands yet energy and anticipation. As I got so engrossed in my practice that I was able to think about what was actually taking place in was amazing. I say all that to mention that I have a new found mechanical understanding.

Summarize: star ceo athlete (great visual), $3m; $10k cash, Black Audi RS6 2008 - sign on bonus; 2 year contract.

Experience - Hit the goal, do it again.

Skills - idea, skillful, masterly

Knowledge to know I think in business terms. That makes sense to me and how to grow a profit, make a win situation, those little things that grow friendships.

Since my search for the ideal situation, I have begun my steps to hit the goal that I am seeking. I recently identified 5 lines of business that I currently know or want to know how to earn money to hit my goal. I have assembled a small team to assist with my goals, and have begun making small steps. The joy of my life is my purpose and I realize that I have no choice yet to enjoy the journey.

James