#Body foarming

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Pakama -Fitness in your bag

#Pakama -Fitness in your bag. Nie wieder Fitnesscenter. Trainieren wo du willst. Das ist Freiheit pur!

Trainieren wo immer du willst: Deine neue Freiheit Was ist das Besondere an Pakama Fitness in your bag? (enthält Werbung) Als ich vor 6 Monaten meinen Pakama Fitness Bag bekam, war ich überrascht, wie wenig Platz die vielen Teile benötigen. Der Rucksack lässt sich leicht Schultern und ich kann ihn mitnehmen, wohin ich mag.  In der kleinen Brochüre fand ich dann den QR Code für die App Egal, ob…

[e-kamski-cyberlifeceo]

I know for a fact that you are all waiting for me to say so

"I've been lying this whole time. The real Elijah kamski died 12 years ago. I'm only the digital form of him, uploaded to an android body that resembles my former self. It's the reason I quit my job at cyberlife, and it's the reason Amanda exists. She was only a test to see what could be accomplish. (The new management ruined her however) I'm both so painfully human but still 100% machine. Like a god of two sides of existence I prevail. I can't die. I will never decompose again. I am the future, but this foarm is still like a curse."

Well that would be fucked up

[kazenokuri]

Expedition to Sol2487-3

Here is my first “earth is space australia and humans are space orcs” post. Have read those and got stucked on the “poisonous oxygen breather”. If other races would breath less deadly (and less energetic) gases for their cell functioning, their bodys were bound to have quite inefficient growth compared to us. So basically, oxygen breather are just fricking huge to aliens. Oh, and I think human’s and bird’s eyes are quite the thing, our eyesight goes beyond most sentinent race’s imagination, but that’s a later term. It’s planned to have several episodes, hope you enjoy it. Please don’t mind my english and leave a comment.

That puny little Planet in System Sol2487, the only one with liquid water there, was indeed a scary one. Our ship was sent to investigate, take some specimens, and leave. No extraordinary thrilling task. The atmosphere was breathable, enough C02 to keep our bodies running, and nothing eminently deadly in there. The oxygen content was somewhat high though. And the sun’s radiation, too. This planet was so tiny in comparison to our homeworld, but much nearer to this system’s sun. Better not risking anything and taking the full protective gear with respiratory support. And those interferences with our ship’s navigation system bothered me. Some mysterious electromagnetic radiation, maybe signs of a sentinent race’s culture? But here? Oddly enough there was life on this overcooked lump of spacerock, but sentinent one? I doubted it. Must have been the planets magnetic field. The gravitation was stronger than expected of that little planet. Not that far off to my own homeplanet. That was at least twenty times larger, though. How was this possible? We landed on a flat, grey and solid hard surface. At the horizon we saw near endless forests, except for two opposing directions, where this weird grey soil reached til the line of our sights and probably far beyond. “Is this an empty river’s bed?” I remember asking my first mate, Xato Nexgrra. He was Pakoralean, a race of rather slender built, but quite of the bright site of the universe, capable of some serious multitasking with his fifteen flexible limbs. “Negative, Captain” he had replied. “It’s stone, once liquid and now hardened again.” “A vulcano?” “No, Sir, I examined it with my tactile knots and it feels sort of, I don’t know, artificial to me. A Street. Of hardened tar.” “Ok, a sentinent race on this planet. Well, that’s unexpected. But who in Xaleates’ damn universe would build a street in the middle of nowhere, wide enough to fit two of our expedition space crafts next to each other, on this puny planet?” It wasn’t like me to use our races deity’s name that informal, but for all that I knew, this was weird. Not even the Morians, the biggest of the known sentinent races, would be in need of streets that wide. “Captain!” It was Loxxar Kraes, my head of security, an Ukraera, quite smart for his race, but his biggest trade was his speed and agility. Must be down to the fact that they use five of their seven limbs for running.  “We secured the landing zone to the edge of that forest, but... uhm, that ain’t no trees. It’s grass.” “Grass? You mean, like a meadow?” “Kinda.”

We gathered in front of the “grass”. Nothing uncommon about grass. In one form or another, it was fairly common on all habitable ecospheres in all universe. But this one was fricking huge. “That is no meadow” proclaimed Dr. Proaxl, she was a female Qzaor and with her bodyless, misty physique and her unique mental skills she was fit to be in command for both our medical and scientific squads. “That is a field. It is indeed a subtype of grass, but I believe it’s a cultivated form, meant for feeding of thousands of individuals of an organized culture. Or dozens. It depends.” “Depends on what?” “On the size of that sentinent race’s individuals” she closed. “How big can they be? I mean, this is a teeny weeny planet.” “You are aware there are known microbiotic life forms in explored universe, that not like ourselfes breath carbon dioxide, but pure oxygen? Imagine there would be higher lifeforms, even sentinent ones, breathing oxygen.” “That’s nature’s legitimate killer, the cause of every known destruction over time. How could a sentinent race breath that? And how’s that related to one’s size?” “In contrary to our CO2 burning cells, those primitive oxygen breather are capable of extracting food’s inherent chemical energy up to four times as efficient. And in experiments it was clear, that the higher the atmosphere’s content of oxygen, the faster the growth of that cells. I do believe, if there is a higher life foarm based on this kind of cells, it’s size would be physically limited by the surrounding oxygen. And just think of the plants your race has cultivated for food, that grows in fields. How big is that compared to your own size?” It felt like a glass of liquid oxygen was poured into all of my six breathing holes. This planet couldn’t be for real.

[sonita0526]

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[1whoisvictorious]

Welcome back

Its a mystery how long its been since i’ve participated here, and im sure to whomever may be reading this that may very well not even be a matter of importance. I guess i came to say, “Hey” I hope all is well and that you’ve said you’re prayers and that even if you can’t say that everything is going your way... If you’re reading this you’re blessed. Blessed with life, blessed to be within a land that allows such freedom of accessible information and forums, blessed to be able to read.. hmm.... maybe these things are too simple for some , for the eye to percieve the blessing in just being, being here. I wish nothing more than for you to marvel at your good fortune ; that it may cause you to become all tingly inside and bring about bursting giggles and laughters. Adversity hates that: contentment. 

  With a degree of understanding , as i understand it, you child of the great i am , like me are an eternal soul in a temporal body , fearfully and marvelously formed out of dust from the earth and the work of the Almighty of Almighty’s hands. 

This next statement may seem controdictory or maybe counterintuitive- i can’t be sure due to my tendency to use big words for their taste and not always for their meaning (i ask for forgiveness for every grammar stickler who may come across my trend of thought- mentorship even if the admonishment comes gently) 

However even more so, to you vessels out there as afore mentioned, i must beg you’re pardon when i state: i dont give a damn who you think you are- with no diminishing of you’re true value which you may be lucky enough to be contiously aware of or not: From the perspective of one who’s essentricism and methedology for forming coping mechanisims amist an era of nieivety to which lack of common sense is most common: i’ve gone from jail cells, probation offices, flimsy friendships once firm for their turn in thier season seemed to fold and fumble once off season had come, and the pain that perices bone pulle me to my knees -the proper place for such an out poor and regurgitation of toxins i’d taken down like tonics for such a number of years prior.... Fuhcet whom you thin you are . because pride always ALWAYS comes before the fall- and if you’ve fallen down count your blessings NOW because you’re not only still on this ball of rock and gas flying through the known universe but THAT TO WHICH YOU’VE BEEN OUTSCOURCEING LIFE has deemed you worthy enough for business. look i can say i’m a christian or i can get in the WORD and show you all the reasons i’m not worthy of such glory. but Glory to Glory 

i was sitting on the inside of a plexy glass frame , looking into the eyes of a broken hearted mother when i found out that someone DIED , like actually relinguished their life to turn mine around. Lord forgive me because i’m not refferencing The Christ who is risen but it is because He is risen and His gospel sunk into a 106 year old man who surely hadn’t gotten glimpse of hair nore hide of me at least 15 years. But his IAM saw the  I AM within me o maybe the great I AM , was just so much within that man that, bewstoeing such great padons, he couldn’t give a damn about What image i was ashamed to say I AM , when fellow inmates looked at me.

I am a part of the system who has crossed over into the system of higher education. Fully funded, I was broken when i would speak to my  homies and fellow criminals, poorly judged and often judgmental addicts, prostitutes, and theifs; “Speak life guys” 

The power of the tounge can also produce life you know...no matter to what you’ve come to think you agree...... and like back when i was breaking down on the side of the road in my American made Ford Tarus mimicking the outside 100 degree weather , filling the resivior with jugs of water enscripted “Watch God Work” ...

i’m not going to lie i felt fake and an ass , and their was this whispering thought in the back of my head screaming “oh shut tf up and give it a rest” even when getting arrested , to its cruelty my only way of protest: Speak life.

I give this gift of memory in remembering my test trials and temptations to just die to a distortion of the lifestyle anyone forknown could’ve imagined for me. Here , a week before Sophemore semester, i’m actually working towards becoming a graduate rather that the next class charge, to which accoridng to the system i would soon be due to graduate 

To beg that with you’re consideration and acceptance you do so in accordance in agreement to the consequenses of the deal which had been cut a few paragraphs up , no backing out now, If you’re sick of breaking own weather on the side of the road or inside of your home , speak these words “ By the power of the tongue I speak life into my atmosphere.”  

Say that then. Speak that thing- too good to be true into existance. For the Great I AM  can surpass what you think yyou can consider you’re wildest dreams. From sweat stains prior to me making my place, to taking my place on the roster. Again i ust ask for pardon even though i’d foarmed ya of my absence of concern towards whatever the FUHCET is you THINK you are cause i thought i was worthless , I was as good as Dead, but today I AM as the Great I AM saw fit , The  blessings that filled once cracked lips : “ The more i speak life, the more i’m beginning to think ‘LIFE’ ; that which one can hold in the mind - I say be encouraged, for as you are , it is sure to come into your hands.....

Well, forgive me for my rant,

and speaking on with such bolddness but how could i be ashamed? 

The same one who deemed me good and blessed me upon creation, has given me such a story , as i sit here thinking of the , How dare i slip into incontentment, When i’ve gotten blessed in ways i never would of dreamed. As nothing more than a vessel made of dirt , it amazes me just how great , how awesome - cause inspite of having not yet been able to see it for myslef, I AM saw me for as i am having ben formed in his hands. And what he as for you in the midst of whatever the deceptions the adversary may whisper , YOU NEED ONLY LISTEN TO THE VOICE  the I AM  has given ya as you continue to

SPEAK LIFE

E.I.M