She's only 5'4.73" inches tall. She weighs roughly 127 lbs. She has long dark hair, blue-contacts over dark brown 'full of shit' eyes, and a mole on her left cheek -- buttock -- that is. She is dangerously intelligent, sharp-witted, interesting, beautiful, and extremely vicious when crossed. Her level of jealousy makes CJ's look like a walk in the park.
She lives in Montreal during the Summer, Paris in the Fall, the Caribbean during the Winter, and spends the Spring in Monaco. She travels anywhere, anytime, is independently-wealthy due to her exclusive status as a dominatrix. She uses between 11- 15 aliases and wants to make the entire world pay for the loss of her innocence at age 8.
She is known as:
Carolanne Hutchins to her family and closest friends. But, no one ever suspects her real life. Her cover is as life insurance broker in NYC for Merrill Lynch. She is fond of yellow roses. She appreciates fine foods, refuses alcohol, is extremely well-read, sings horribly, and is a kleptomaniac.
She is by far the most devious of all the Internationally-known femme fatales...and she is extremely difficult to corner as she is basically non-existent in the public view. She always meets in extremely private settings. She is always alone with her mark -- often arriving a few days before the liaison, establishing no routine, and leaving before anyone knows she's been there.
There is never a paper trail. There is, however, always an electronic eye on her somehow. She controls it for blackmail purposes. The database is offline. But, it is accessible during uploading at her residences. It requires a hard hack but a seriously light touch.
(Her back-up is only accessed when she is in the office...which is rarely. She keeps a copy of it in an external folder on her work computer buried in Merrill Lynch's client accounts as a miscellaneous data file attached to client Janice Doshar who only exists as one of her aliases.)
She is ordinary enough to hide in a crowd and so gorgeous she literately takes the breath away from her clients when they see her again. She keeps them wanting more with her sweet Southern drawl and she will not hesitate to kill any of them -- and they love the edge it gives her.
Her father was a WWII hero. A very nice man, as I recall, and she seduces men who remind her of her father, as he was never there to protect her...and failed her the day she was brutally gang-raped by 4 men in 1958. (KKK initiation...)
She was born on August 21, 1950. She is 64 years old and looks between 20-37 depending on the lighting and all the medical marvels of cosmetic surgery.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
I miss him.
I miss you.
You silly side-walking freak.
I miss your onyx eyes and your mocha skin and your huge heart.
I miss your strength.
I miss your laugh.
I miss your dimples.
I miss you.
I miss him.
I miss you.
You silly side-walking freak.
I miss your onyx eyes and your mocha skin and your huge heart.
I miss your strength.
I miss your laugh.
I miss your dimples.
I miss you.
I miss him.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Passion Meets Intellect
And nothing happens...
Because Intellect is incapacitated (means has its head chopped off) when it meets Passion.
Because Intellect is incapacitated (means has its head chopped off) when it meets Passion.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Angel Money in the Bible Belt
What does it mean when we make stipulation on gift-giving. Is it that we feel our gifts might be wasted? Is it a legal-barrier we must accept? Or is it simply that there are no other ways to encourage good stewardship of high-dollar angel gifts?
I looked back over the needs of my programming department within the last 4 weeks and I am missing the thrill of seeing solid advertising revenue. It should come as no surprise in a state determined to build data centers and pharma, that this issue of giving to Non-Profits should be so lame. The local politicians want nothing more than high-tax revenue for a population it under-taxed intellectually, over-taxed emotionally, and moved from rural to urban and back to rural life again like Moses searching for the Holy Lands.
We are sitting on land which has no oil either.
But, we have one state-wide gift where all the other states fail in comparison. We are genuinely compassionate and friendly...at work. And that is why we kept AMEX here for about 30 years and why we have call centers all over the state -- including Google.
Do I hate the lack of diversification? Do I think that our largest power conglomerates are controlled by shareholders who care nothing for the environment -- yes, yes I do. Our Energy portfolio is sorely lacking and yet we have amazing sunshine and steady-winds off-shore. We also have geothermic in the mountains which is currently bathing the rich-arses of high-tourist society instead of powering the streetlamps in our little hamlets out to the Cherokees.
But, the thing I like most about calling my state home is that we have some of the best equipment in the world -- movie sets galore for post-apocalyptic wars, Sci-Fi, and down-home romances. It's just too bad it's going to take another 3-7 years to build an actual presence -- since the legislation is trying to follow a broken incentive plan like the one in British Colombia.
But, I digress.
Throwing money around in lobbies is useless.
Throwing away more tax-revenue when Medicare is left unexpanded and minimum wage is stifled leaves only one good alternative. Feed the incubators. They might grow some slime mold but more than a few will make all our dreams come true.
~AC
I looked back over the needs of my programming department within the last 4 weeks and I am missing the thrill of seeing solid advertising revenue. It should come as no surprise in a state determined to build data centers and pharma, that this issue of giving to Non-Profits should be so lame. The local politicians want nothing more than high-tax revenue for a population it under-taxed intellectually, over-taxed emotionally, and moved from rural to urban and back to rural life again like Moses searching for the Holy Lands.
We are sitting on land which has no oil either.
But, we have one state-wide gift where all the other states fail in comparison. We are genuinely compassionate and friendly...at work. And that is why we kept AMEX here for about 30 years and why we have call centers all over the state -- including Google.
Do I hate the lack of diversification? Do I think that our largest power conglomerates are controlled by shareholders who care nothing for the environment -- yes, yes I do. Our Energy portfolio is sorely lacking and yet we have amazing sunshine and steady-winds off-shore. We also have geothermic in the mountains which is currently bathing the rich-arses of high-tourist society instead of powering the streetlamps in our little hamlets out to the Cherokees.
But, the thing I like most about calling my state home is that we have some of the best equipment in the world -- movie sets galore for post-apocalyptic wars, Sci-Fi, and down-home romances. It's just too bad it's going to take another 3-7 years to build an actual presence -- since the legislation is trying to follow a broken incentive plan like the one in British Colombia.
But, I digress.
Throwing money around in lobbies is useless.
Throwing away more tax-revenue when Medicare is left unexpanded and minimum wage is stifled leaves only one good alternative. Feed the incubators. They might grow some slime mold but more than a few will make all our dreams come true.
~AC
Sunday, August 17, 2014
The Truth is Out Where?
So, I am dealing with some nasty character flaws. They seem to be attracted to the darkness in my mind...something they consider a void...but is actually a darkroom where images captured in the silver nitrate of imagination are developed under the red light in my district.
I used to believe that people who had money had the intelligence necessary to procure it through the rate of equal exchange of mind for matter. But, it seems that, recently, the balance has been upset by an avarice and ignorance that boggles even my mind.
Here are the clues:
1) Swiss Banque Account number : ASR23002963
2) 20 dead bodies of known thugs from the Detroit/Chicago/Dearborn Michigan area found within the last 6-8 weeks and in this little nowhere place...or run down in the street...in vigilante justice.
3) An unspeakable crime against America abroad and within our Borders which could very-well blow the entire racial-argument into an inferno.
4) A small-town girl with big dreams of Peace.
5) The major shareholder and his mother...plotting a 'kill the rat' or 'keep the canary quiet' campaign that is criminal...shame money doesn't buy intelligence...only stuff.
If you need more, let me know.
If you want me dead, beware of your Karma.
If you are as smart as you think you are, we'll have an effective homicide-suicide on our hands...
In any case, I think I'll be okay...
Thanks to a little help from my friends.
~AC
I used to believe that people who had money had the intelligence necessary to procure it through the rate of equal exchange of mind for matter. But, it seems that, recently, the balance has been upset by an avarice and ignorance that boggles even my mind.
Here are the clues:
1) Swiss Banque Account number : ASR23002963
2) 20 dead bodies of known thugs from the Detroit/Chicago/Dearborn Michigan area found within the last 6-8 weeks and in this little nowhere place...or run down in the street...in vigilante justice.
3) An unspeakable crime against America abroad and within our Borders which could very-well blow the entire racial-argument into an inferno.
4) A small-town girl with big dreams of Peace.
5) The major shareholder and his mother...plotting a 'kill the rat' or 'keep the canary quiet' campaign that is criminal...shame money doesn't buy intelligence...only stuff.
If you need more, let me know.
If you want me dead, beware of your Karma.
If you are as smart as you think you are, we'll have an effective homicide-suicide on our hands...
In any case, I think I'll be okay...
Thanks to a little help from my friends.
~AC
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