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Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Thunderous dark blue with delicate vintage lace I scavenged on my latest trip to London. (on Etsy)
Two days in a row a hot day has been followed by a massive thunder at night. The first night the lightnings and rumblings were few but extremely loud. Last night was more gentle, if a thunder storm can be described gentle. At first it sounded like a kid shaking a big sheet of metal, then like a class room full of kids making thunder sounds, and in the end the teacher joined in with childlike joy. It is strange to view lightnings from the window as the sun is getting up and colouring the clouds with an eerie white.
I've been working on a non-linear notebook system for myself. I can't seem to figure out how to use notebooks effectively so I'm trying something new. If you're interested, I could put together a tutorial of some sort. Maybe I ought to finish my project first and show you some photos so you know what I'm actually talking about...
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Thursday, 26 July 2012
ephemeral beauty (and some permanent)
Some nights ago I said something V said he was going to steal for some poem he's still to write. I love the colours of bruises, how they change with time, how they always match the tone of your skin in some eerie way. (I'm sure I wouldn't think so if the bruises I've had in my life had not been the result of either clumsiness or my own stupidity.) My knee went from black and blue to purple to yellow and green. Now it looks as if someone had placed a tiny lipstick kiss to the side of my knee cap. With weird mauve-ish lipstick.
4" higher on my thigh there's a birthmark in the same shade, half the size of my palm, split in half by a blue vein shining through. Oddly, despite all the issues I've had with my body image, the birthmark is something I've always liked. It's my map of unknown territory. One road, straggly coastline.
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Saturday, 21 July 2012
I wish I had a good story to share.
So, I had a bad day and a bad night. And I feel like my legs are about to collapse under me when I hover from one room to another. It's the little things. Much like how a glass of clear water is spoiled by just one drop of ink. Except ink usually gives beautiful shades when diluted. My bad days are much more like a mix of too many water-colours, of a non-colour, of the consistency of foul milk.
the above book is sold. it was one of my favourites.
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Friday, 20 July 2012
leather spines
the one with an hourglass, already on its way to China. I must admit being extra excited whenever I get to ship to exotic and faraway places.
I love brown tarred paper. It looks like distressed leather and is so much more durable than plain paper. Also, it matches the maroon of this reindeer skin I've used on the spines perfectly.
On the note of colours, I've been tempted to mix near neutrals despite the utterly musty and boring results. I have no idea why I feel like using tan with gray etc.; I generally think it's a bad idea so I haven't acted on my urges. Maybe there could be a situation where the colours would work together, but I'm just having a hard time tracking it down...
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Wednesday, 18 July 2012
the prince of every thunder and other mixed media brooches
|the prince of every thunder
|smitten with you!
|together you are in the air
|into laughter into tears
What fun did I have making these! I purchased these pretty vintage brooch bases from Etsy a good while ago knowing they'd be perfect for tiny collages. These remind me of some sort of medals of honour, and I do think they're all like small celebrations of fragility and sensitivity. A little more softness to the rough world.
Follow the links below photos to find these in my Etsy shop. The brooches are 20€ each so they're very affordable. Go and grab your favourite before someone else does!
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Monday, 16 July 2012
adrift in days to come and other stories to be written
shop tomorrow, among many other new things. I have been so lucky to have several good days in a row; I made books and jewellery, took hundreds of photos and changed how the shop and this blog look. You like how things look now? I like. I actually got to say how it's nice to have dreams come true. The dreams just need to be small enough. I wonder if life would be something like this if I didn't have depression. This is the type of life I kind of wish I had.
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Saturday, 14 July 2012
My favourite things to see in the National History Museum were the minerals. V kindly browsed through the first quarter of the vast collection with me, and then just as kindly and patiently sat on a bench reading while I went through the rest. I took numerous photos of textures and colours that especially caught my eye; a task rather silly due to the shiny glass cases the collection was displayed in. I have yet to figure out how exactly I'm going to turn the inspiration these beautiful things gave me into something tangible. Maybe you have a suggestion on two?
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Friday, 13 July 2012
still (life)
Oh. Your comments made me feel so much better. I wasn't feeling too great the last time I wrote, but maybe it was because of the summer cold that caught me by surprise and not just my general moodiness. I'm not planning to abandon my blog, actually I'm hoping to get back to my regular blogging routine as I really miss writing and making and communicating.
The cold has kept me home and a bit slow. Different type of slow. Time to think without my brain working too fast and jumping ahead of things. I stay put and focused. I've made so many new things: books, brooches and necklaces to begin with. I can't wait to finish the books in progress and dedicate some bright day to taking photos and updating the shop. I know, I still have the last batch of books I showed you to list, but they'll have to wait a moment, too.
The above photos are from the Natural History Museum in London. I seemed to avoid most things once alive.
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Wednesday, 4 July 2012
less and less
My breaks from blogging seem to get longer and longer. It's not you, it's me. And all that. I've tried to make this blog a place of peace and beauty. The fact is that life is not that peaceful nor beautiful. Oh well, it's been peaceful as in boring, but inner peace has been harder and harder to reach and reality somewhere out of my reach. I feel I ought not to write here when I'm all grumpy or depressed, as I think the majority of my readers come here to see my new books and read about bookbinding. It somehow feels unfair to be all sad when life is actually well. So, I write less and less. I lose touch with my dear online friends as e-mails are left unanswered and blog comments unwritten. I fear I'll let people down, so I sabotage these few human contacts I have online. I wish I could be the girl who wrote long letters to far away friends during classes. I have nothing but time, but I'm afraid to do anything with it. Perfectionism, I truly abhor it.
Maybe this is an explanation to you. Maybe you didn't need an explanation. Maybe I'm just trying to say I'm sorry I'm not here for you the way I hope I could be.
photo from a churchyard in Hampstead, London. it was magical there.
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Underlayments provide a hidden yet unique opportunity for retailers to enhance consumers' experiences with the flooring selected while also growing their bottom lines with add-on sales of premium and feature-filled products.
But before retailers can "up-sell" underlayments, they have to first make them a core part of any flooring purchase.
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The best way to upsell underlayment, according to Ray Rodriguez, president and CEO of Starline Associates Inc., is probably the same as upgrading anything else — ask what is in it for your customer. "That is the question you must ask yourself, come up with a great answer and let your customer know." He added that product knowledge key to being able to convince the consumer to make the best choices.
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Justin groaned as a ray of sunlight lanced in through a crack in the curtains and straight into his eyes. Grumbling, he pushed himself up and looked around the room. The bed next to him was empty and he cursed himself for oversleeping and missing his girlfriend going off to work. Sighing, he got out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. A quick rummage through the cupboards revealed that there was nothing tasty to be found, so he decided to settle for cornflakes. As he went to get the milk from the fridge he grimaced, reflecting on how much he hated it when the flakes at the bottom of the bowl went soggy and horrible to the taste, and momentarily he pondered why no one had ever invented a corn flake that didn't go soggy.
"Hullo," he said as he took out the milk, "What's this?" The carton was dark blue with bright yellow writing on it reading 'AKEA Full Fat Milk, 4 pints'. He shrugged; Sandy must have bought it last night on her way back from work. It wasn't their usual milk, but milk was milk, right? He poured some over his cereal and placed the carton back into the fridge. As he tucked in, a smile spread across his face. "Damn, that's good milk," he exclaimed. Rapidly he slurped up his corn flakes (not noticing that they'd gone soggier quicker than usual) and decided to pour himself a glass of milk. He quickly drained the glass and poured another, which was soon followed by a third. Before he knew it, he'd drained the whole carton.
"Wow," he gasped, realising what he'd done, "This stuff's really delicious." Realising he couldn't leave them without milk, he decided that he'd have to go to AKEA and buy some more. E headed upstairs and began to get changed. "They weren't kidding about the Full Fat part," he grunted as he pulled on his tee-shirt. It was unusually tight, so much so that a small sliver of belly poked out from under the hem. Ignoring it, he got his wallet and headed out. Soon he returned home with a large stock of milk. As he packed it away, his mouth began to water, and by lunch time had drained a six-pint.
Stomach gurgling, he went and had a lay down on the sofa, and when he awoke mid afternoon, he found that his waist had expanded even more. He knew he should have been disturbed, but all he could think about was how thirsty he was. Plodding back into the kitchen, he took out a four-pint and slowly drank it. When he'd finished, he glanced at the clock and realised that Sandy would be getting home soon and that it was time he got dinner on. He scratched his chin wondering what he should cook when it occurred to him that there was something tasty he could prepare without the hassle of cooking. Opening the back door, he stepped out into the back garden and bent down onto all fours.
Dipping his head, he took a bite and began munching on the grass. That rain they'd had earlier had really brought out the freshness he reflected as he tucked in. This was delicious and he knew Sandy would like it.
"Umm, honey?" came a voice from the back door presently, "What are you doing?"
"Hmm?" he replied looking up. It was Sandy, and she was looking worried. "I was just about to start dinner," he replied, then paused. If he was planning to make dinner, why was he out in the garden?
"You'd better come in," replied Sandy worriedly.
"Yeah," sighed Justin, heaving himself to his feet. Unbeknownst to him, he'd put even more weight on since he'd began grazing. Sandy's eyes widened in shock as she saw the changes that had overcome him.
"I think you'd better go to bed," she squeaked, helping him into the house.
"Think you're right," he moaned, rubbing his belly. It felt like his guts were churning themselves apart. "One thing before I go though," he sighed, staggering over to the fridge. He grabbed another carton of AKEA milk and began to drink from it. "This stuff's really nice hon, you should try some."
"Maybe later," replied Sandy shocked at how easily he was taking things. She lead him upstairs, each step groaning underfoot as he plodded up them, and when he collapsed into bed, the legs gave out and it crashed to the floor. Justin just rolled over and drained the last of his milk. Sandy looked down at him, a single tear in her eye and she said, "I think I better call a doctor."
"Why I'm not-" began Justin before keeling over. His flesh began to ripple as changes set in. Small horns pushed out of his tousled hair and his ears stretched and moved up his head. His nose grew broader and with his mouth stretched out. He let out a moo as his whole body bulked out, his limbs growing thicker to support his enlarged bulk. His chest swelled, mound tearing through his tee-shirt that went beyond what you'd expect to see on a fat guy's chest. His toes grew harder and fused together forming hooves, as did his fingers, but the latter split apart again to become more finger-like than hoof-like. A bulge formed at the front of his trousers and he mood in agony as he tried to tear them off. Frightened, Sandy rushed forwards and helped him tug them down. She gasped in horror at what she saw. Justin, or rather Justine now, bore a large set of udders swaying from below her large stomach. Justine toppled backwards, landing on the bed and fell unconscious. Sandy could only stare dumbfounded as short tan fur sprouted from her boyfriend's skin. 'He' now resembled an anthropomorphic Jersey cow.
The door bell rang, breaking her out of her shock. Dumbfounded, she went and answered it. A man in a white coat was standing on the doorstep and he smiled when she opened up.
"Hello," he said, "I'm from AKEA. I understand you bought some of our milk recently."
"Umm, yes," replied Sandy, not sure what was going on. The man looked her up and down.
"Hmm, looks like we've got here just in time," he said, "The transformation process hasn't had chance to set in yet. We can get you to one of our facilities to make the experience as painless as possible."
"Wha-wait," stammered Sandy, "What do you mean?"
"The milk you bought," replied the man, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "It's altering your body. Most people are unaffected by it, but one in a thousand have...a quirky allergy to it. Our milk is semi-magical in nature, and those with this 'allergy' have a magical reaction to it. Their bodies adapt to the milk in such a way to make them a hundred percent compatible with it; of course as we use magically created anthro cows to produce our milk, this does mean said allergics become cows themselves."
Slowly it dawned on Sandy what he meant. "You've made a mistake," she said.
"I doubt that," smiled the man, "Like I said, the milk's semi-magical, so we can detect when someone's reacting to it, and we traced it here."
"Well you're half right," replied Sandy, "I mean, this is the right address, it's just that...umm...I think you want my 'boy'friend."
The man's brow furrowed as he took this in. Realising what she meant, he pushed his way past her and headed upstairs. Swallowing, Sandy followed him.
"So," asked Sandy, "How you settling in Justine?" It was three weeks later, and Sandy was in the living room, phone held nervously in her hand. Upon finding Justin's transformation nearly complete, the AKEA representative had called for an emergency transport. They arrived and had carted Justine away. Sandy hadn't been allowed to go with them, but the representative had assured her that Justine would be taken care of. For the next week, Sandy had been on tenterhooks, worried about what was going to happen. Eventually, the same representative had shown up and told her that they'd been able to stabilise Justine's condition and that she was now recovering. Sandy had hoped that this meant that she'd soon have Justin back, and had broken down into floods of tears when he'd told her that the process was irreversible and that Justin was stuck as Justine. AKEA had kept in touch and shortly thereafter had told her that Justine had been moved to one of their dairy farms and that before long, they'd put the two of them in contact.
"Great thanks," giggled Justine, "I get all the grass I want to eat, and I can't begin to explain the joys of being milked."
"You...err...get milked often?" asked Sandy.
"Oh, all the time," replied Justine, "In fact I'm being milked now." She let out a moo of content and continued, "It's very humane. They hook your udders up to a machine and it massages you as it milks. It's absolutely divine. You should really try it some time."
"Really?" laughed Sandy nervously.
"Oh yes," giggled Justine, "I wouldn't change this for anything in the world....well almost anything...I really wish we could be together again..."
"Me too," sighed Sandy. She glanced over at the fridge. After what had happened to Justin, she hadn't dared touch the milk just in case she too was 'allergic', but she'd kept a carton in the fridge nonetheless.
"Gotta go now, feeding time," said Justine, smacking her lips.
"Bye then I guess," sighed Sandy, holding back her tears.
"Maybe you could come to the Open Day next week and we could see each other then?" asked Justine as she watched the freshly mown grass descend a chute into her feeding trough.
"Maybe," sighed Sandy. She set the phone down and looked back over at the fridge. Did she dare to do it? Cautiously she walked over and took out the milk. She set a glass down on the side next to the sink and paused. Her eyes flitted between glass and sink. At last she made up her mind. She unscrewed the cap of the carton, and began to pour...
Got Milk? by Dinadan-ErmorfeaWatch
©2010-2016 Dinadan-Ermorfea
Quite funny.
totally awesome
wow, this is awesome
does akea stand for anything?
It's deactivated right now.
I have 2 questions. What does that mean, and how do you get the emoticons?
I have 2 questions. What does that mean, and how do you get the emoticons?
What does what mean? :s
As for the emoticons in the top right corner, when you go to post, click on the emoticons next to where you type the comment in.
As for the emoticons in the top right corner, when you go to post, click on the emoticons next to where you type the comment in.
For the emoticons I mean the ones on the top right of a comment box.
i was thinking that it was like ACME from the old road runner cartoons
Sickening amount of milk...
Great story though!
Would you make a sequel?! I really want to see them together...
Great story though!
Would you make a sequel?! I really want to see them together...
I have no plans for a sequal. There's no grand story behind this, so there's not really much point in a sequal. The clostest to a follow up there will ever be will probably be a minor mention of the milk/dairy farms/cowgirls in another AKEA story, but even then it'll almost cirtainly be limited to an offhand ref and wouldn't be a minjor plot point.
If you want them to get together, then that's what happens. The ending is open, so each and every reader can imagine their own 'ending'
If you want them to get together, then that's what happens. The ending is open, so each and every reader can imagine their own 'ending'
not bad at all
I hope they get to be together again, i'm always one for love wining in the end lol
lol. Well the ending is left open, so if you want them to get back together again, then they do
I agree with 6 paths of pain we need her to be the bf now if she is to be back with her now gf
Why? What's wrong with them being lesbians or just friends?
Good thing I'm lactose-intolerant. No milk for me
Yeah but this is special milk that even lactose-intolerant people can drink
Damn, one of my only weaknesses.
You still have to drink it though to be affected
u should write Sandy's tf! she could tf into a bull!
Who says she TFs? I just said she poured the milk, not whether she poured it in to a glass or down the sink


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August: Osage County Fanfic - Uninterrupted (Mf, reluc, teen, drugs)
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('This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.')
This is my first erotic fiction story.
It is based on the play August: Osage County by Tracy Letts.
This story will have far more meaning and depth to anyone who has
read the play.
Even if you don't like this story I highly recommend that you
read the play because it is one of the finest pieces of
literature to come out in recent times.
The play is being adapted into a film in December 2013 with an
excellent cast but early reviews appear to be poor.
If you're reading this after having watched the film and didn't
like it I think you should still give the play a chance.
This story picks up on a scene towards the end of the play.
The first part of the story is directly from the play and then I
pick it up and take it in a different direction.
It will probably be easy to tell where I pick it up from as the
stage directions start to get a little more descriptive.
I've decided to keep the format of a play to try and keep the
flow of the scene.
If I get good feedback from this story then I may write a sequel
which may/may not be in this style.
Summary: 50 year old Steve Heidebrecht and his soon-to-be
niece-in-law, 14 year old Jean Fordham have snuck into the
kitchen late at night to smoke some pot. They have to be extra
quiet in order not to wake up anyone in the house, including
Steve's fiancé Karen and Jean's parents Barbara and Bill. Steve
tries to use the situation to take advantage of Jean but how far
will she let him go?
Story Codes: Mf, reluc, teen, drugs, voyeur, viol, ws
All comments and feedback are welcome.
I'd really like to know what people think.
You can get in touch with me directly at:
Hope you enjoy the story,
August: Osage County
Giggling from the kitchen. Jean and Steve quietly scamper from
the kitchen into the dining room, sharing a joint. She wears a
knee-length T-shirt and white socks; he wears sweatpants and a
sleeveless T-shirt.
The rest of the house is sleeping. Karen sleeps in the living
room on the unfolded hide-a-bed. Bill sleeps on the mattress in
the study.
STEVE: Shhh...
(Jean snort-laughs.)
You're gonna get me busted, you.
JEAN: I thought you weren't doing anything wrong.
STEVE: We're not, but some folks may not be crazy about me
smoking pot with a girl born in the Clinton administration.
JEAN: First Bush.
STEVE: Great. Stop talking about your bush, all right? You're
gonna get me hot and bothered-
JEAN (Laughing): You are sick-
STEVE: -and I won't be able to control myself.
JEAN: God, you weren't kidding, this stuff is strong.
STEVE: Florida, baby. Number one industry.
JEAN: Who cares?
STEVE: Number one, by far. You want a shotgun?
JEAN: Huh?
STEVE: You don't know what a shotgun is?
JEAN: I know what a shotgun is.
STEVE: Not that kind of shotgun - here. Just put your lips right
next to mine and you inhale while I exhale.
JEAN: Okay.
(He puts the joint in his mouth, lit end first. Their lips
nearly touch as he blows marijuana smoke into her mouth in a
steady stream. She nearly chokes.)
STEVE: Hold it. Don't let it out.
(She finally gasps, exhales, coughs.)
JEAN: Whoa.
STEVE: That's a kick, huh?
JEAN: Whoa, shit, man.
STEVE (Laughing): That's what I'm talkin' about.
JEAN: Whoa, Jesus-
(She takes an off-balance step, sways. He catches her, holds
STEVE: Careful, now-
JEAN: Oh, man, what a head rush.
STEVE: You okay? You're not passing out on me, are you?
JEAN: No, I'm cool. Oh God... (Coughs deeply) I really feel that
in my chest.
(He reaches for her breasts)
STEVE: Here, let me feel.
(Unperturbed, she pushes him away.)
JEAN: You're just an old perv.
STEVE: No shit. Christ, you got a great set. How old are you?
JEAN: I'm fifteen, perv.
STEVE: Show `em to me.
JEAN: No, perv.
STEVE: Shhh. Yeah, show `em to me. I won't look.
JEAN: If you won't look, there's no point in showing them to you.
STEVE: Okay, okay, I'll look then.
JEAN (Dumb-guy voice): "Lemme look at your tits, little girl-"
STEVE: C'mon, we're partners!
JEAN: No!
STEVE: Aren't we amazing card partners?
JEAN: Forget it!
STEVE: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
JEAN: I don't want to see yours.
STEVE: You ever seen one?
JEAN: Yes.
STEVE: No, you haven't.
JEAN: Yes, I have. I'm not a virgin.
STEVE: You're not?
JEAN: Not technically. Well, no, technically I am. I mean not
STEVE: That changes everything.
(He moves in close to her.)
JEAN: What are you doing?
STEVE: Nothing.
JEAN: You're gonna get us both in trouble.
STEVE: I'm white and over thirty. I don't get in trouble.
(He turns off the light. Total darkness. He moves over to her
and places one hand on her chest, groping gently.)
JEAN: Hey...
STEVE: Shhh...
(He places a finger to her lips, before moving the hand round to
the back of her neck. He firmly pulls her in to him and kisses
her. She places her hands on his chest and tries to push him away
but he holds her in place, increasing the pressure of his hand on
her breast. Her struggles change to moans and she stops trying to
push him away. His hand moves from her neck, stroking down her
back, until he reaches her bum. He feels first one cheek, then
the other through her T-shirt. He pulls out of the kiss. She is
left, panting, staring up at him.)
STEVE: You got a great ass too.
JEAN (Looking away): I don't think-
STEVE: C'mon Jean. You're not a kid any more. Look me in the eye
and tell me you're not enjoying this.
(She looks up at him. He finds her nipple through the shirt and
pinches it. She gasps.)
JEAN: I don't-
(He pulls her into another kiss, her words are stifled and her
arms slowly move around him. He moves both his hands to her bum,
lifting up her shirt he grasps both cheeks of her panty-clad ass.
He lifts her off the floor, she wraps her arms around him tighter
to stop herself falling. He carries her to the dining table and
sits her down on it. He pulls away from the kiss again and moves
his mouth to her ear.)
STEVE (Whispering): Lift up your arms, honey.
JEAN: Steve, I really think I should go back to bed, if someone
catches us-
STEVE: Nobody's gonna catch us baby. Everyone's asleep.
(He lifts up her arms, she doesn't fight him.)
We just gotta make sure we're really quiet.
JEAN: But Dad's in the study and Karen's in the next room and-
STEVE: Trust me baby, Karen's a heavy sleeper and you're dad
won't hear a thing.
(He grabs the hem of her shirt and lifts it up over her head,
leaving her in just her panties and socks. He stares at her
breasts. They stand perfectly, without dropping an inch.)
(He reaches up and starts to feel her bare breasts. They are the
perfect size to fill his hands. She shivers under his touch.)
And only fifteen.
JEAN: Fourteen.
(He stops and stares at her for a second in silence.)
STEVE: Lie back, baby.
(He gently pushes her back until she's lying on the table, her
legs hanging over the edge. He takes her hands and moves them
over her head. He crosses her wrists and hold them in place with
one hand. His other hand goes back to her breast, gently kneading
the flesh and tweaking the nipple. He leans down and takes her
other breast into his mouth.)
JEAN: Oh, God.
(He sucks on it and rolls his tongue around the nipple, she
moans and writhes on the table. He moves his mouth to her other
breast and continues, then he bites the nipple between his teeth.
She yelps loudly. He moves quickly and clamps the hand that was
on her breast over her mouth.)
STEVE: Shhh, baby. You gotta be quiet. Don't want your dad
hearin' us do we?
(The words seem to make her fully aware of the situation.)
JEAN: This is wrong. I need to go.
(She attempts to rise but he holds her in place.)
STEVE: No you don't, baby. There's nothin' wrong about this.
JEAN: You're, like, my dad's age.
STEVE: And you're not much younger than the girl he's fuckin'.
(She goes quiet and still.)
Ya see? He's no different. Hell, if he walked in he'd probably
join us.
(She gasps. He chuckles.)
You like the idea of him joinin' in?
JEAN: No.
STEVE: You like the idea of him touchin' you here?
(He places his hand back on her breast. She gasps again.)
JEAN (Breathing heavily): No.
STEVE: I think you do.
(His hand moves slowly down her stomach.)
In fact,
(He reaches the hemline of her panties and slips his hand under.
He runs his fingers down her shaven pussy, feeling her wetness.)
I know you do.
JEAN: Oh, God-
(Her head falls back onto the table and she moans. He strokes
her pussy and moves his face close to hers.)
STEVE: Tell me you want this.
(She doesn't respond.)
Tell me.
(She moans but still doesn't answer. He takes his hand out of
her panties. She groans.)
JEAN: Wait-
STEVE: Tell me you want it.
(She looks at him but doesn't answer.)
Tell me you want me to keep strokin' your pussy.
JEAN: Yes.
STEVE: Say it.
(She takes a deep, shuddering breath.)
JEAN: I want you to keep stroking my pussy.
(He smiles.)
STEVE: That's better.
(He slips his hand back into her panties and strokes her again.
Her head falls back on to the table and she moans again. He
starts to push his finger into her pussy. She winces slightly.)
STEVE: Fuck, you're tight.
(He pushes his finger in and out of her. Her hips start moving
on the table, she pushes back against him. After a minute he
pulls his hand out of her panties again. She lets out a quiet
JEAN: Please, don't stop.
(He moves his hand, wet with her juices, up to her face.)
STEVE: Open your mouth.
(She doesn't respond. He places his wet fingers on her lips and
gently pushes. Her lips part and she lets his fingers into her
Suck' em.
(She sucks his fingers dry, grimacing slightly at the strange
taste. He is breathing heavily. He pulls his fingers out of her
mouth and stands up. He removes his sleeveless T-shirt and places
it on hers. She stares up at him, slightly frightened. He grabs
the sides of her panties.)
STEVE: Lift up, baby.
JEAN: I don't-
STEVE: Trust me, honey.
(Tentatively, she lifts up her hips. He pulls her panties down
her legs and off. He slips them into his pocket. He takes hold of
her legs and pulls her so her ass is on the very edge of the
table. He looks down at her pussy.)
JEAN: Steve, I'm not ready for this.
STEVE: Don't worry, baby. I won't do anything you don't want me
JEAN: Really?
(He leans over her.)
STEVE: I promise, I won't do it unless you ask me to.
(He kisses her. Then he moves slowly down her body, planting
kisses on her breasts and stomach. He moves to his knees in front
of her. He leans forward and inhales deeply. Then he begins to
lick her pussy.)
JEAN: Oh, fuck-
(He licks her pussy as she moans and writhes. Her hips begin
gyrating. One of his hands moves up to fondle her breasts and
tweak her nipples, the other one finds her clit. He begins to rub
it with his thumb. Her moans become louder. He moves his thumb
off her clit and pushes finger into her pussy. It fits easier
this time, he pushes it in and out and then inserts a second
finger into her. He starts moving faster while she moans and
pushes back. Then he moves his mouth forward and starts sucking
on her clit, rolling it with his tongue. She gasps and her hands
come down, grabbing his head. She is moaning louder now and her
belly contracts with spasms of pleasure. He can feel she is very
close to the edge. Suddenly he stops and pulls away from her. He
stands up straight.)
JEAN (Panting heavily): Wait, please, don't stop.
(He pulls his sweatpants down and kicks them off. His cock
springs free. She stares at it.)
You said you wouldn't. You promised.
STEVE: Unless you asked me to, baby.
(He takes hold of her legs and positions himself so his cock is
inches from her pussy.)
(She stares up at him, she is breathing heavily but she doesn't
say anything. He reaches down and thumbs her clit for a second.
She bucks slightly and gasps. He removes his hand.)
Can I?
JEAN (Quietly): Please...
STEVE: Please what?
(He reaches down and thumbs her clit again. She turns her head
and clenches her eyes shut.)
C'mon honey.
(He moves his hand to her face and strokes her cheek gently with
his thumb.)
I know you want this. Just say it, it's okay baby, there's
nothing wrong with it.
JEAN (Very quietly): Okay.
STEVE: Okay?
(She looks back at him and nods her head slightly.)
JEAN: Okay.
STEVE: You have to ask me honey. I wouldn't want to break my
(She takes a deep breath.)
JEAN: Please do it.
STEVE (Smiling slightly): Do what baby?
(A long pause, they stare at each other.)
JEAN (Quietly): Please, fuck me.
(He smiles down at her.)
STEVE: Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?
(He rubs the tip of his penis up and down her pussy, then he
starts to push forward.)
JEAN (Alarmed): Wait! Aren't you gonna use a condom?
STEVE: I don't have one. Don't worry baby, I won't cum inside
(She looks unsure but doesn't say anything. He continues to push
forward, the head of his cock pops inside her. Then he reaches a
STEVE: Look at me!
(She looks up at him, fear written in her eyes. He stares down
at her, his hand comes to her face and lightly caresses her
cheek. Then he pushes forward, hard and sharp, tearing through
her barrier until his cock is fully inside her. His balls resting
against her ass and the tip of his cock pressing against the
entrance to her womb. As he pushed forward Jean's back arched,
her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly and she screwed
her eyes shut. She let out a single moan.)
STEVE: You alright honey?
(Her eyes open, they are brimming with tears.)
JEAN (Whispering): It hurts...
STEVE (Gently): I know baby, but it'll start to feel real good
soon, I promise.
(He pulls out slowly so only the head of his cock is left inside
her. Then he pushes forward hard and fast again. She lets out
another gasp. He repeats this several times, then he starts
fucking her in earnest. Long, hard, fast strokes. Soon the only
sounds in the room are her small grunts every time he pushes in
and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. Her grunts
don't just sound pained anymore, they seem to be mixed with a
little bit of pleasure. Her legs come up and wrap around his
waist, her ankles locking behind him. He leans down and takes one
of her breasts into his mouth again and starts licking the
nipple. She is writhing on the table again, her hands have
wrapped around him and are gripping him tightly. Suddenly they
hear a loud creak of a floorboard. They freeze. A second passes
and they hear another creak.)
STEVE (quietly): Shit!
(He pulls out of her and looks around hurriedly, he sees a
cupboard in the corner of the room. He grabs her by the wrist and
starts pulling towards it. She pulls away.)
JEAN (Whispering): The clothes!
(She quickly scoops up the clothes and joins him, they slip
inside. He closes the door so that only a sliver of light creeps
in. He is standing behind her as they both look out into the
dining room. BILL enters. JEAN gasps. STEVE clamps a hand over
her mouth to silence her. BILL doesn't hear. He sits down at the
table with a small stack of papers and begins to leaf through
them, he looks tired and stressed. JEAN and STEVE watch in
silence. While keeping one hand clamped over JEAN's mouth, STEVE
slides his other hand down her stomach until he reaches her
pussy. JEAN stiffens. He slides a finger inside of her and begins
to slowly finger her as they watch her father. STEVE bends his
knees slightly, positions his cock, and rises up into JEAN. She
lets out a small stifled groan. BILL appears to hear, he looks
around confusedly but when he doesn't hear anything else, he goes
back to reading through his papers. STEVE starts thrusting slowly
in and out of JEAN. She places her hands on the frame of the door
to support herself. Her eyes remain fixed on her father through
the crack in the door.)
STEVE (Whispering into her ear): Do you like being fucked while
watching daddy?
(She groans again, BILL looks around confused.)
What do you think he'd say if he knew his little girl was having
her first fuck just a few feet away from him?
(She is getting closer and closer to her orgasm.)
I could call him over if you want? See if he wants to join us?
(Bill stands up and looks around again.)
Go on. It's okay. Close your eyes and imagine it's your daddy
fucking you now.
(Her eyes close.)
Pushing his cock in and out of your sweet - virgin - cunt!
(He punctuates each of the last 3 words with a hard thrust up
into her. BILL is still looking around waiting for the noise
That's it baby!
(BILL seems to decide that he imagined the noise, he picks up his
papers and heads for the door. JEAN is on the verge of her
climax, her entire body is trembling.)
Cum on daddy's cock!
(JEAN lets out a muffled squeal. Her entire body goes rigid as
she starts to cum, she spasms in STEVE's arms as she rides the
wave of her orgasm. Then she goes limp. She would collapse except
that STEVE's cock is still buried in her pussy and one of his
hands is clamped over her mouth while the other is twisting one
of her nipples.
BILL appears to have heard the noise, he is looking directly at
the closet. He moves slowly towards it.)
STEVE (Whispering): Shit!
Enter KAREN
KAREN: Steve is that you?
(Bill jumps and turns around.)
BILL (Startled): Jesus Christ!
KAREN: Oh, sorry Bill. I thought you might be Steve.
BILL: He's not with you?
KAREN: No. It's ok though, he doesn't sleep well. He's probably
just gone for a walk. That's what he usually does. Why are you
BILL: Oh, I just had some things I needed to sort out. (Gestures
at the papers on the table.) Thought it would be easier when
everyone was asleep. Too many distractions most of the time.
KAREN: Yeah, I know what you mean. Well I think I'm gonna go back
to bed, I'm sure Steve will be back soon.
BILL: Yeah I'm gonna call it a night as well, I'm getting nowhere
with this stuff. Maybe it'll look better tomorrow.
KAREN: Ok, goodnight Bill.
BILL: Goodnight Karen.
Exit KAREN
(BILL gathers up the papers, he takes one more look back towards
the closet and then exits. JEAN pushes the closet door and
stumbles out, STEVE's cock sliding out of her with a wet sound.
STEVE follows her.)
JEAN (Angry but still whispering): What the fuck was that?
STEVE: Ssshhh, baby you gotta be quiet.
JEAN: Don't call me baby! You fuck me with my dad in the room?
What is wrong with you?
STEVE: Come with me, we can talk outside.
(He grabs her arm and leads her to the back door and ushers her
outside, still both naked. He takes her away from the house to a
patch of grass hidden from sight by a group of trees. Then she
breaks loose of him.)
JEAN (Louder now.): What the fuck is wrong with you?
STEVE: What's wrong with me? You're the one who came thinking
about your dad.
JEAN: It wasn't like that.
STEVE: What was it like then? Don't pretend you didn't enjoy
every second of it honey. I've never seen a girl cum like that.
You're still soaking wet!
(He reaches down and feels her pussy where the juices are leaking
out and down her legs. She knocks his hand away.)
JEAN: Fuck off! Never again!
(STEVE chuckles menacingly.)
STEVE: Ah baby, we both know that's not true. Because I know what
you need. Your dad is leaving your mum, leaving her for a younger
girl. But he's not just leaving her, he's leaving you too!
(JEAN is standing completely still, watching him, tears brimming
in her eyes.)
And you can't help but wonder; if he wanted a younger girl, why
didn't he just come to you?
(STEVE steps closer to her so that his erect cock is pushing
against her stomach.)
He'll never love you like that and you know it.
(STEVE reaches up and takes hold of the back of her neck. Then he
leans in so his mouth is next to her ear.)
STEVE (Whispering): I can give you what you need.
(He moves his mouth to hers and kisses her. She is crying softly
but she responds to the kiss. He maneuvers her so that she is
lying on the ground with him on top. He positions his cock and
pushes inside her. He starts thrusting hard and fast, she lets
out a cry with every thrust. He continues to push into her but in
this position he can't get the whole of his cock inside her.)
STEVE: Shit!
(He gets up onto his knees with his cock still inside her. He
grabs each of her legs and pulls them up and over his shoulders.
He leans back down so that her feet are either side of her own
head. In this position her ass is raised so that he can penetrate
more deeply, fitting his whole cock inside her. His entire weight
is now on top of her as he starts to bounce on her, his cock
hitting the entrance to her womb with every downward motion.)
JEAN: Oh my God!
STEVE: That's it baby girl.
(He continues to bounce on top of her while she clenches the
grass in her fists.)
STEVE: Oh fuck honey, I'm almost there!
(JEAN can barely speak from being crushed and her own impending
JEAN (Alarmed): Wait! You can't cum inside me! I'm not on the
STEVE: Sorry sweetheart! It's too late for that!
(He keeps thrusting a few more times then JEAN's back arches, her
mouth opens but no sound comes out, her knuckles turn white as
she tears at the grass. Her pussy spasms and grips STEVE's cock
like a vice, rippling and massaging him. This is too much for
STEVE. He lets out a gutteral grunt and explodes inside JEAN,
pumping his cum deep into the fourteen year old girl's womb. They
both remain, frozen in ecstasy, until their orgasm subsides and
STEVE collapses on top of JEAN. They remain there, both feeling
small jolts of pleasure as his cock twitches and her pussy
spasms. Then he gets up, pulling his cock from her. JEAN has gone
completely limp, her eyes shut, panting heavily. STEVE moves on
his knees around JEAN to her head, his cock is still hard as he
looks down at her face.)
STEVE: Open your mouth honey!
(JEAN's eyes open and she looks up at him in confusion.)
JEAN: What?
STEVE: Open your mouth, I want you to clean me off.
JEAN: Gross! I'm not doing that!
(He leans down and rubs the tip of his cock against her closed
mouth, smearing cum on her lips.)
STEVE: Come on baby, is it any worse than what you've already
(She turns her face away from his cock but doesn't seem to have
the energy to move more than that.)
JEAN: Fuck off! I'm not doing it.
(He reaches down and puts a hand gently around her throat.)
STEVE: You are gonna do it honey. You don't understand yet but
you're mine now, my little fuck-toy!
JEAN: You can't make me do this again!
STEVE: I won't need to make you, you're gonna come to me. But for
(STEVE presses down with his thumb against her throat, blocking
off her windpipe. JEAN's mouth opens in pain and STEVE pushes his
cock inside.)
STEVE: Lick it clean, baby!
(Too tired to fight, JEAN rolls her tongue around his cock,
grimacing at the strange taste and breathing through her nose.
STEVE has his knees on either side of her head, leaning over her
while she sucks. Gradually his cock shrinks to its normal size
but he still doesn't get off her.)
STEVE: Get ready honey, I want you to swallow all of this.
(She doesn't understand what he means when suddenly, he begins to
piss in her mouth. She feels the first stream of piss hit the
roof of her mouth and realizes what he's doing. She starts to
struggle but he leans down and holds her in place. He sits back
so that part of his weight is on her face and his balls block her
STEVE: I'm not letting you up until you swallow it sweetheart.
(JEAN panics. Unable to breathe or move and with piss quickly
filling her mouth, she realizes she has no choice. She shuts her
eyes tight and swallows, the piss rushing down her throat. She
continues to swallow until STEVE finishes. He pulls his cock out
of her mouth and she gasps for air, coughing violently. When she
recovers she sees that STEVE is already in his sweatpants and is
pulling on his vest.)
JEAN (Breathlessly): You fucking bastard!
STEVE: Now honey, that hurts my feelings.
(He tosses her clothes to her.)
Get dressed and clean yourself up! I'll see you tomorrow, honey.
(With that he turns and walks back towards the house while she
watches after him.)
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.
Comments and feedback are welcome.
Again, if you want to get in touch with me directly the address
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Re: August: Osage County Fanfic - Uninterrupted (Mf, reluc, teen, drugs)
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Not familiar with the play but it is well enough orchestrated I didn't need to be. I never thought to lay it out like a script before. Well written and good imagery.
The trouble with reality is the lack of background music!
Re: August: Osage County Fanfic - Uninterrupted (Mf, reluc, teen, drugs)
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I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. The sex was hot and naughty and the fact that it felt too good for him to pull out was especially hot for me. I know that if I ever see the movie or watch the play this scene will be in my mind the whole time.
This was well written and very enjoyable. Good stuff Woo for your first post and your first story. Thank you....
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GrowthBusters: Hooked on Growth
Dave Gardner is a US filmmaker who recently directed the documentary GrowthBusters: Hooked on Growth. He asks one of the most critical questions of our time: How do we become a sustainable civilization?
Robyn Williams: Growth – how we long for growth. If you apply austerity in Britain or Greece, will you stunt growth and render the economy incapable? And if you do the opposite, as they did in the United States, and stimulate with dollars, though not enough according to some, will the economic machine begin once more to churn, to recover, to bring more jobs? If Obama has done just enough, will he be re-elected? If not, is he doomed? Growth, you see is vital to the electorate. Some disagree, like Dick Smith, like some Greens. They say a steady state economy can work. But is this the same as defying gravity?
Well, Dave Gardner is a filmmaker based in the US. His film GrowthBusters has just been released in Australia and this is what it's about.
Dave Gardner: Twenty years ago I moved my young family from the bustling metropolitan area of Dallas, Texas, in the US to my much smaller hometown of Colorado Springs. We made the move because life in the big city had become a rat race. Too much of our lives were being spent on crowded freeways. I was afraid to let my kids play in the front yard without my guarding eye. We wanted a slower pace, a quieter life, more civility and more safety for our children. But once settled in Colorado I watched with horror as my pleasant little berg grew rapidly, each year becoming more like the monster we had left.
I soon discovered this rapid growth was actually a civic goal. My town measured its success by whether we were bigger or growing faster than other cities and by how many new homes were constructed each year. This struck me as odd, I'd actually chosen to move back to this little town because I liked its small size, I did not relocate my family to this place, betting and hoping it would soon be just like the city we had left. Did everyone else living there wish they lived in a bigger city like Denver or Dallas, or Sydney, or even Mumbai?
It was also puzzling because there didn't seem to be many benefits from that growth. Our tax and utility rates were increasing. Time stuck in traffic jams multiplying. Our air quality, which had been improving for a few decades, was once again in decline. City services were also getting worse; more potholes, longer waits for snow ploughing, slower police and fire response. Additionally the town was making plans for a billion dollar pipeline project to bring water we didn't need at the time, but we would need to accommodate continued growth. That was projected to double our water rates over the course of just a few years.
What was the point of all this? Well I discovered two root causes of this irrational behaviour:
First, real estate developers, homebuilders, bankers and construction companies were all getting quite rich from the perpetual expansion of our town. Coincidentally they populated our planning commission, board of county commissioners and city council. They also accounted for the lion's share of campaign contributions to local elected officials.
Second, the people of the town tolerated this undue influence by one special interest and went along with the town's pursuit of growth, because of a myth. That myth? There is a pot of gold at the end of the growth rainbow. We got so many conveniences and improvements in our lives from the economic growth of the last century; we had come to believe growth was the path to prosperity.
So, no one questioned the many ways my hometown subsidised and pursued growth. We were sacrificing our quality of life, our paycheques, and our environment in a one-sided bargain with the devil. We were getting nothing in the bargain, but year after year we kept it up, so sure were we that this was the path to prosperity. No one doubted the wisdom of the metrics with which we gauged our progress. Well no one except ME. I decided to stand up and question what looked clearly to me to be insanity. I stepped up and pointed out the emperor had no clothes; the prosperity delivered by growth was nothing more than an illusion.
No one could successfully argue with the facts and the data that clearly showed things did not go better with growth, except for the millionaire developers pulling the strings. But I was stunned to discover the facts were nevertheless brushed aside, trumped by a religious belief in the power of growth everlasting. So powerful was this religion I could not inspire the public to join me in rooting out growth as a community prosperity strategy.
Apparently I needed to de-program the public. So, being a filmmaker I decided to make a movie to help citizens recognise that endless growth is not only impossible but also not desirable; it was no longer delivering on its promise. That film was finished and released late last year. It's called GrowthBusters.
Researching and shooting GrowthBusters led me to expand the geographic scope of my inquiry. I was amazed to find my hometown was far from alone. Community planning consultant Eben Fodor summed it up nicely in my film when he said, 'Most communities have been pursuing pedal to the metal growth, subsidise it as much as possible, encourage it as much as possible. Make sure that every policy you have facilitates and induces as much growth as possible.'
But what really stunned me was the discovery that growth mania extends far beyond the city level and runs much deeper in our culture. This quest for the Holy Grail of growth, this belief in the curing powers of growth, that growth is some kind of magic pudding, in short, the worship of growth everlasting is a global phenomenon, the world's most powerful religion. We have high priests of growth at every level of government. Our television, newspapers and other media, some intentionally, some unknowingly, evangelise daily about the beauty and power of growth.
Think about it, a rise in housing starts is celebrated as good news on local and national newscasts. Media attention is heaped upon the biggest city or the fastest growing state every time it's announced. And this attitude extends well beyond growing our population; it has insinuated itself into our beliefs about economic growth. More retail sales is good. More cars manufactured, we celebrate. So hung up are we on GDP growth that we rely on ever increasing population to provide a steady stream of new workers and new consumers to buy their products. There's usually no net benefit for our communities from this added labour and consumption. Indeed there are many, many hidden costs. But that boosts GDP and our governments live and die by how much GDP growth they can take credit for.
It's really quite insane, because the purpose of an economy is to meet the needs of the people. So increasing the number of people in order to expand the economy doesn't make our lives any better. In fact, it can be argued it makes our lives worse. Our problems are getting bigger as the scale of humanity on the planet grows. Now by scale of humanity I mean the size of our population and the size of our global economy.
At some point during the binge of the last century we zipped right past a prudent, ecologically balanced and sustainable scale. We burned through fossil fuels and the newly discovered wealth of resources in the Americas. We developed mass production and that required us to perfect mass consumption. Today we've packed the earth with people, cities, factories and mines. We have nuclear waste, ocean dead zones, dying reefs and fisheries, toxic fish, frogs that don't know what gender they are, an increasingly unstable climate, forests becoming deserts, we're pumping major rivers and aquifers dry and we're degrading fertile soil faster that we can replenish it. What economic benefit can possibly outweigh all that on the balance sheet?
There was a famous Pogo cartoon about the environment in which the main character Pogo said, 'We have met the enemy and he is us.' Australia's Dick Smith says in my film, 'Politicians, we're going to throw them out if the GDP doesn't go up each year.' Well, that means we are largely responsible for this predicament. We have got to give politicians permission to deliver a healthy, sustainable economy rather than speeding us off a cliff. And we've got to realise that we can't have a sustainable planet if our cities or states are all racing to be the biggest.
You know the adage: Think globally, act locally. In the midst of making the GrowthBusters film I decided to run for city council. Dependent as it was on housing construction, my town's economy had cratered when the housing bubble burst. I felt compelled to run on the platform that growth addiction got us into this mess; another hit of the drug is not going to be the road to recovery. This was a tough sell because it sure looked like a lack of growth was responsible for our predicament. But it's the same for a drug addict, when you're suffering withdrawal symptoms it sure seems like that syringe contains the answer to all your problems
It only looks that way because we count all the bads as though they are goods. Economic activity is considered a plus, even if that activity is cleaning up a toxic mess. Increasing economic activity might look good, because sometimes we can see some short-term profit, but we fail to connect the dots later when we begin paying for all the hidden, frequently delayed costs of that growth.
Even my election committee tried to talk me out of overtly questioning the wisdom of growth. They felt it was a sure loser. But I stood my ground; I told them my reason for being is to make it OK to be against growth. I'm sure you'd loved to know whether I won the election or went down in flames. Well, that's in the film and I don't want to give away the ending.
I will tell you, the most important thing I learned I did not learn in kindergarten. I learned it while making a little film called GrowthBusters: Hooked on Growth. I learned we have a culture of growth and the myth of prosperity from growth is driving us to pursue growth even in the face of overwhelming evidence perpetual growth is not possible and, even if it were, it's not delivering the goods. I learned those who profit from growth exert a great deal of control over our political process, making sure public policy remains locked in last century's goals of more, more, more. And they exert a great deal of control over the media making sure we get a healthy, well actually unhealthy dose of growth worshipping Kool Aid every day, reinforcing the myth and programming our children to be good little consumers.
My hope is this film will open our minds to the evidence that more people and greater GDP is not delivering good and fulfilling lives, and to the possibility we have not yet arrived at the best way to organise our lives and economies. I hope it raises new questions: Can we reclaim the definition of the good life from advertisers, economists and other growth pushers and profiteers? Can we re-define progress? Can the next wave of innovation be an innovation in thought rather than a new widget we all must make, purchase and throw away? Repeat after me: I am not a consumer, I am a human being.
Robyn Williams: Well, repeat if you wish. Dave Gardner. Filmmaker. His latest contribution is GrowthBusters. One question he didn't quite cover: What if it's the quality of products that make a difference? What if you could have growth of a different kind, instead of the Dickensian cliché kind of smoke stacks and mindless widgets?
Next week Andrew Leigh, MP, will consider five possibilities, innovations he regards as desirable and challenging.
- Dave Gardner
- Filmmaker
Colorado Springs
Further Information
- Presenter
- Robyn Williams
- Producer
- Brigitte Seega
Comments (16)
VivKay :
25 May 2012 8:24:28am
The insanity of growth must come to it's ultimate conclusion, and end. Communities and cities are being used by the "big end" of town for profits, and their cashed-up power has hijacked planning departments and State governments. The insane growth, once a city or town is established, is detrimental. The ideals of perpetual growth need to be challenged and stemmed. Costs are increasing and global populations are soaring, yet still the madness of "growth" persists. We must have a transition to a "steady state" economy before we are crushed under the weight of human and animal biomass, and the resultant pollution and mess.
Harquebus :
03 Jun 2012 8:28:31pm
No increase in oil production since 2005 resulting in the current recessions and no economic growth. We have reached the limit in oil production. Peak oil mate, peak oil. Economic decay is inevitable.
Jenny Goldie :
26 May 2012 10:22:36am
Bravo Dave! Got it in one.
Two excellent corollaries to this are Richard Heinberg's book 'The End of Growth' and Michael Klare's 'The Race for What's Left'. There simply aren't the resources for everyone to be prosperous - the growth for us in the rich world has to stop while we allow the poor some growth to meet basic needs. Contraction and convergence is the name of the game.
By the way, Richard Heinberg is touring Australia in September to speak to his book.
Chris Venn-Brown :
27 May 2012 4:26:26pm
Dave Gardner and Ockam's Razor are to be commended for highlighting a most serious issue. However, not all millionaires or property developers are greedy, and not all widgets are useless. The issue goes much deeper than that.
It is human nature to want to improve, and at one level it is essential that we do so. Every large company, small company or individual who does a little better this year than last year feels a sense of achievement, and this is as it should be. The trouble is that every time someone does a little better than last year, they are contributing to economic growth, which, if not already unsustainable, soon will be.
In an ideal world, everyone who wants to, and is capable, should be able to earn enough money to feed him/herself, put a roof over his/her head, and have a little left over for other activities. In addition, they need to earn enough to support those who are not in a position to do the same.
In a complex world, there are many factors involved, but, all other things being equal, it is much more likely that this situation will occur if the economy is growing. Given a steady population, it probably can occur if the economy is steady. (But the world population is not steady - another problem.) It would seem most unlikely that the situation can occur in a contracting economy.
I do not know the answer to this problem, but it is important that the world at large, especially politicians and economists, recognise that the problem exists. Then humanity may be able to come to grips with a solution.
Harquebus :
03 Jun 2012 8:32:25pm
They are aware. I have been mailing politicians, journalists and economists on this issue for years. They are aware and are not saying but praying.
Not doing anything will solve the overpopulation problem. I think this is the plan.
Ken :
21 Jun 2012 6:44:35pm
"Not doing anything will solve the overpopulation problem. I think this is the plan."
Sadly, and for all the wrong reasons, they are quite correct.
Curt Cogent :
21 Jun 2012 6:43:26pm
You're absolutely right, but sadly even if politicians can see the problem, Democracy is NOT a very good system when it comes to making *difficult* changes and doing *long-term* planning.
Politicians spend a large part of their time worrying about re-election. A lot of that is - guess what - asking for money from large corporations who are the main defenders of "growth".
It's hilarious, and it will come crashing down one day. When Jimmy Carter was running for office, he did it on a shoe-string. These days you have to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars. Obama will probably raise a $billion.
It's insane and won't end until we are all in the poo together. That's how human beings work. We're like any other species - cycles of uncontrolled growth and collapse.
We will have matured somewhat once we can break that cycle.
D. Phelps :
27 May 2012 5:37:40pm
The reason we must have growth in order to keep the money flowing, is the way in which our money supply comes into existence.The bulk of money today is not even figures in bank books. It is electronic figures in a computer, and can be transferred with the click of a computer key. It is issued through the banking system to businesses for all forms of production. If a bank creates and lends money at interest, the only way the money plus the interest can be paid back is for a larger amount to be issued in the next period. Thus the economic system is a giant Ponzi scheme,needing ever more injections of credit (money) to prevent the house of cards from collapsing. As long as the private banking system is allowed to issue our money supply, at interest, the worship of economic growth will continue.
Cacatua Galerita :
27 May 2012 10:19:17pm
Something poignant from a student book from the World Bank
'Beyond Economic Growth'
Chapter 1 What is Development
It is true that economic growth, by
increasing a nation's total wealth,
also enhances its potential for reducing poverty and solving other social problems.
But history offers a number of
examples where economic growth was
not followed by similar progress in
human development. Instead growth was
achieved at the cost of greater inequity, higher unemployment, weakened democracy, loss of cultural identity, or over-consumption
of resources needed by future
generations. As the links between economic growth and social and environmental issues are better understood,experts including economists tend to agree that this kind of growth is inevitably unsustainable—that is, it cannot
continue along the same line for long.
There is more in this chapter but what the paragraph in this chapter describes I see everywhere in developed and developing countries.
Geoff Mosley :
28 May 2012 9:47:03pm
There is a solution it is the Steady State Economy alternative which if widely supported will deliver both long term sustainability and true equality. for more information contact www.steadystate.org
Dave Gardner :
29 May 2012 12:37:03am
Thank you all for your very thoughtful comments and for appreciating the conversation GrowthBusters is generating. We're getting lots of orders for the film right now from enlightened Australians. I encourage you to organize a screening in your community and extend the dialogue. All you have to do is order the film and line up a room!
Dave Gardner
Direcrtor, GrowthBusters
Paul :
30 May 2012 8:01:28pm
the said thing is that this was all explained to us in 1954, by a mouse...
By Word of Mouse http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcE0KNwnbak
Harquebus :
03 Jun 2012 8:24:40pm
How much you spend is how much you pollute and population growth is a real killer.
Population control, resource and consumption management through quotas not unfair taxes and plant lots and lots of trees. These are the only things we can and must do. It ain't gonna happen.
David Arthur :
10 Jun 2012 1:44:23pm
This is a finite planet, finite in extent and in non-renewable resources, with external energy input from the sun.
For the duration of earth's existence, the only truly renewable energy supply is solar power, and the only truly renewable material supply is recycling. To achieve sustainability, we need technological progress.
To create an environment in which we can technologically progress, we need social progress - economic equity, universally available education and healthcare.
Curt Cogent :
21 Jun 2012 6:37:52pm
It's all very nice to say "growth is bad, mmmkay?" But the basis of our growth paradigm is POPULATION.
I don't think this guy has the answer for how to stop population growth, unless it's the old "educating 3rd world women" which has been around for decades and nothing has been done about it. The Pope still says contraception is bad (mmmkay?) and nothing changes.
Also I hear no mention of all the laws that REQUIRE companies to put business growth first. It is the law! If A CEO doesn't grow the company and share price goes up, the board can kick him out.
And it's just those enormous companies, bent on growth, because that's the law, that have such sway over politicians.
So what's the answer? Well, it's not as simple as making a movie and trying to persuade people "growth is bad". I agree, it is. But there are many enormous issues that have to be sorted out.
For example, imagine if we has a Star Trek society, where everyone is happy - well, who does the grunt work then? Who does the jobs nobody else wants to do?
Our growth economy has allowed people from lower socio-economic groups to work their way up. To get rid of "growth", you have to ensure everyone relatively equal, and then what happens?
Mike K :
04 Aug 2012 11:07:57am
The requirement for growth in our economic/financial system is there because of the Fractional Reserve Banking system which the entire world's banking system is based upon. This system as previously touched upon requires money to be created (out of thin air) and loaned to borrowers. Approx 90% is created and 10% is required to be in a bank's reserves. The real catch is the interest that is charged on this loan. The principal of the loan is created into existence and spent into the economy however the interest for the loan has never been created! So, to pay back the interest everyone is attempting to get the money from the pool of money created (principal) which is insufficient and the only way to pay the interest is via more money being created into existance via loans (which create more interest debt!). Thus you have a giant ponzi scheme! This system can be traced back to the old days when gold and silver coins where in use. Wealthy people used blacksmiths (goldsmiths) to hold and protect their 20 pieces of gold or silver and in return they received a piece of paper with the amount deposited and a seal which they could use to return and recieve their gold back. After a while, they would use the paper with seal to purchase something directly and the seller would go and obtain the gold. After more time, as trust in this system grew, even the seller of goods wouldnt go to recieve the gold but instead after getting the paper with seal (first paper money) they would simply use that to purchase something else etc etc. SO that in time there was less need to carry the heavy gold or silver and only needed to carry paper. The gold/blacksmiths realised that not everyone returned for their gold or silver at the same time and realised that they could in fact produce a few extra pieces of paper and loan these out at interest to make money. SO they created money out of thin air (backed by nothing but the hope that everyone does not return for their gold or silver at the same time!). Hence they ended up with a fraction in reserve. The original gold/blacksmiths are the fathers of the banking families involved in all of the worlds central banks which are totally independant of governments and are in fact private entities. They run the world, not the politicians. They chose which politicians win elections, or which countries need their leaders overthrown etc. You will never see them become famous, they are too smart for that. Without economic growth to create more loans the system will collapse and this will be very bad in the short term but potentially exactly what this planet needs for a better future. Besides, its inevitable, its not if but when. In my opinion, peaking of the global oil production rate in 2005 is the trigger (not the cause, fractional reserve banking is the cause) for the current collapse we are witnessing and it has only just begun. Not the end of the world, but the end of the world as we have known it... MK


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Salvatore Leone telling Toni Cipriani that he is expecting a shipment at Portland Harbor.
|GTA Liberty City Stories
|Salvatore Leone
|Saint Mark's, Portland, Liberty City
|Salvatore's Salvation (after completing Blow Up 'Dolls', No Son of Mine and Overdose of Trouble)
|Unlocked by
Booby Prize
Rollercoaster Ride
Contra-Banned is a mission in Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories given to protagonist Toni Cipriani by Salvatore Leone from his home in the Saint Mark's district of Portland, Liberty City.
Toni drops by Salvatore's home, walking in during an argument between Salvatore and Maria. Salvatore, whilst continuing to argue with Maria, informs Toni of a drug shipment that's about to come in to Liberty City. Salvatore asks Toni to drop by and make sure the drop goes off okay.
Toni takes three Leone Family members with him to Portland Harbor, where it is revealed the drug dealers are Colombian Cartel members, with Miguel among the group. Just before the trade, however, the Liberty City Police Department and FBI ambush the deal, and Toni calls Miguel a "greaseball fuck" for setting him up. Toni receives a three-star wanted level.
After gunning down the Cartel dealers, including Miguel who actually survived, Toni takes the Cartel's Patriot full of drugs and must lose the police. Thereafter, Toni takes the Patriot to one of Salvatore's lock-ups in Saint Mark's, completing the mission.
The reward for completing the mission is $1,000. Provided the player has passed Blow Up 'Dolls', No Son of Mine and Overdose of Trouble, completion of Contra-Banned should unlock Salvatore's Salvation for Joseph Daniel O'Toole.
Post mission phone call
This phone call may instead be triggered after Blow Up 'Dolls', No Son of Mine or Overdose of Trouble, depending on which of these three missions the player completes last
Joseph Daniel O'Toole: Hey Toni! It's JD. I hear it all over: you're headed for big things. I just hope you don't go forgetting about your old pal JD when you get to the top. Right? Hey, drop by some time okay buddy.
- If the player leaves Portland Harbor without the Cartel's drug-loaded Patriot, the player will eventually fail the mission as the drugs have been "seized" by the police.
- The mission is one of two in the game where the player can acquire an FBI Cruiser, when it appears alongside conventional police cars during the raid. However, in order to store it in their garage, the player must leave the harbor, thereby failing the mission.
- You must kill Miguel or the Patriot will remain locked.
- Despite being a main antagonist in Grand Theft Auto III, Miguel is seemingly killed in this mission, set three years prior. It can assumed that he managed to survive somehow, however.
Toni Cipriani picking up a Leone Family mobster outside the Leone casino in Saint Mark's.
Toni Cipriani and three Leone Family mobsters about to enter Portland Harbor.
Toni Cipriani, with two Leone Family mobsters visible, talking to Colombian Cartel representative Miguel in Portland Harbor.
Toni Cipriani about to enter the drug filled Patriot, after killing Miguel, the Colombian Cartel gangsters, police officers and FBI agents present.
Toni Cipriani getting the Patriot re-sprayed at Pay'n'Spray to avoid police detection.
Toni Cipriani driving the drug filled Patriot back to Salvatore Leone's garage in Saint Mark's.
Toni Cipriani about to leave the drug filled Patriot in Salvatore Leone's garage in Saint Mark's.
See also
Video walkthrough
|PS2 Version - GTASeriesVideos