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Ending HPV I have decided to eradicate the illness HPV from the world. It seems, given the way a deadly illness like Covid 19 could be defeated, this one could too. It seems fairly innocuous, despite the fact it has severe symptoms later on.  You can die from HPV. Certain strains, which are circulating in the world, cause about 75% of cancers in sex areas, and causes almost all cervical cancer. There is something wrong, and I can't have sex without the risk of developing cancer, and nor can anyone else. So it is time I do something. Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous? A disease like HPV cured when no one is working on it. Well I am working on it now. So hopefully you'll hear about it. I predict in a couple years you'll be reading in the paper, that HPV has become non-harmful, and no longer causes cancer.  So here we go. I'll be eradicated HPV with telekinesis. And I'll be eradicating HIV as well. Expect to hear about that becoming not dangerous in 2-3 years....

As the bus stood still, Holden watched in agony as the Dead Bod Man got closer, and closer. He turned around and saw that traffic was clearing. Car after car was getting through the intersection, while the light was green. As it turned red, the Dead Bod Man was still two blocks away. A quick light and they were through and on their way to the next stop still more than ten blocks away. Now he watched the light expectantly. Holden waited for it turn green. Second after second passed, and it wasn’t turning red.  This couldn’t be happening. Could it be real, that the Dead Bod man was this close to getting to him, in public, with nowhere obvious to hide? When the Dead Bod Man was so angry… It was the worst of circumstances.  A full minute and passed. And the light was still red. Holden looked behind him, and to his horror the Dad Bod Man was on the block, and approaching the bus. He was running, running so fast, and in a moment, he was within ten feet of the bus. Holden thought to ...

Holden woke up the next day exhausted. He had been able to sleep given the extreme stress of the situation, and the effect of deep tiredness that had on him.  There was something wrong this morning. He realized it was still only five o’clock. And he noticed a banging on the door suddenly. It was loud but intermittent. It was possible he hadn’t missed any noises while he was waking up. But the person was aggressively, violently, trying to enter the building.  There was only one person who could be doing something so violent. Only one person who could want in right this second. There was no doubt… It was the Dead Bod Man.  Something occurred to him. He had fallen asleep almost accidentally. Where was his fiancé? She was not in trouble if the Dead Bod Man was here… but how had he been so self-involved as to not even check up on her? When he had promised to watch her all of the time? And there was something else. Something must have happened to her at the shoot. Because there...

Oh Man, it was going to be one hell of a night. Me and moi boys, headin’ to the place with everyone from the football game, and anyone else that didn’t go from the high school. It’s not often I’m so fuckin’ pumped I’m shootin’ lines a coke before moi friends is even here, but that’s right now. Fuck yea my heart is flyin’ and I’m right in the fuckin’ moment. Baam! All of the sudden I’m texting my main man Sam, and I’m saying man are you on your way? I’m almost say where the fuck are you? I’m tapping my finger little as I’m fuckin’ waiting for the reply. You know on the phone.  My mate’s saying, “Yea, almost there.” Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Oh yeahhh.  Almost time to go. One fucking more. And I’m snorting it. And I’m snorting it. Oh yeahhh. * Oh heyy. My bro is here and I’m grabbin’ a bag from him and guidin’ em in. My parents are out for fucking dinner and we’s got an hour before we gotta drive over to the party house. There’s three 26’s of hard liquor in there and I snap my fuckin’ fing...

Asaism P 1 Asaism is meant to change the world. It’s meant to revolutionize the structure of politics, and make everything function on a significantly higher level. So everyone is much happier. Sometimes the world is unfair. The structuring of societies other than the United States isn’t good enough to prevent massive inequality that is undemocratic. A restructuring will increase the functioning of these other societies, so that people will experience a quality of life that is better, without having a significantly lower GDP. The benefit of the restructuring of Asaism is extremely high. And the restructuring of American society, based on Asaism, will nearly eradicate problems caused by inequality, and nearly eradicate poverty as well. At the same time, American GDP, and other economic measures, will be completely unaffected. One of the central tenets is future-based policies. Everything is made now for the future world. We will stop doing things for a world of the past and start making...

 * The jacking attacker had a nick name he liked to call himself. No one had ever jacked off on so many living bodies. No one had ever jacked off on so many dead bodies. And those were what he loved. Of all the jack offs, all the rapes, those were his favourite of all. The dead bod ones. So that’s what he was. The “Dead Bod Man”.  The best fucker of dead bods ever. The “Dead Bod Man” had knocked Holden out cold. He had damn near killed him. In a heap, on the floor, he looked not like a champion writer, but a broken victim. There was no way that guy was moving for hours. The “Dead Bod Man” took down his pants, and started jacking very hard, just like he wanted to do if it was Fionae. He was squeezing his dick to the point where it bled, and jacking unbelievably hard. And then he came all over Holden’s face, and hair. He shot some first over Holden’s nice and eyes, and then over his hair, dangling above his forehead. The Great Writer, humbled, embarrassed, made nothing. He wasn’...

Latest From Me, Asa Montreaux Hey I have had a few new things to show everyone lately. Here are two bits of my new content: My new song Darkest Day Version 1      My new achievement of 32 eliminations in Fortnite Solo Vs. Squads Build  

I uploaded all the new parts of the story as one pdf. The link is below: Novel So Far P 2

By: Asa Montreaux They slept again after that, though the night, and until early in the morning. They awoke around 4 30 am, and found the apartment cold from having the window broken.  “I guess I should get that fixed right away,” Holden said. “Yes! Get it fixed right away!” And there was something else on her mind. “Holden who was that?” “I don’t know. It was nobody,” he said. But there was more he needed to say. “It is possible we have a stalker. I don’t know how to say this, but it is possible I have seen him before.”  “Oh, no!” She said, as she grabbed him in her arms and hugged him. He knew to hug her back. “I believe you, is it bad?” He was not sure how much to say right at first. Though he obviously had to tell her everything. “You know, I think I have seen three, four times. It could be, and Salazar thinks it could be quite bad. They are sure he is stalking us, actually. They are sure it is often.” “Is it all the time? Oh my goodness?” “I have to say Salazar says it is...

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Hey guys,  Let me tell you about something new. I have been involved in politics by influencing and volunteering in elections, and one day I think I’ll be a lot more in politics. But sometimes we don’t know where to go with our governments. It’s time I contribute an idea to Politics, and it is a large idea, but it does not amount to an ideology. The first proposition of Asaism is the end of ideology, and the beginning of rapid change to the society, as it is.  We will not destroy it, but just begin augmenting it at rapid speed. Societies will become entities that are fully nurtured by their governments, but also supported by the GDP of corporations and small businesses. Cities will stretch further, though highways will be replaced by high speed railways to allow everyone to get to the city centre as quickly as possible. As if they had lived there, even. This will allow the prices of homes to be diminished, and allow for everyone to have their own home. Micro homes will make up...

By Asa Montreaux * A few minutes later they were laying on the couch, with a duvet blanket from the bed draped over them. They had wiped themselves with Kleenex, I mean to say anything they hadn’t eaten off each other. He livingly caressed her hair, twirling it, and she dozed a few times, though woke up, having the thought in her dream, that she needed to kiss him, and she kissed him each time. After a while, Salazar need to go to the bathroom. Hahaha. I’m only joking. …Holden needed to go to the bathroom, and he moved her arm carefully from under his, and then set her body fully on the couch, and moved to the bathroom.  When he walked into the bathroom, it seemed it was occupied, because the stalker was in there. I mean, he must have been feeling a bit off, he was usually so smooth. But there he was on the toilet, masterbating harder than had ever seen any human masterbate, like online, or anything. He could only think, ‘what the fuck…’. But quickly he realized he needed to do som...

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Right now there was no time to think about it anymore. Fioanae was on her way over to fuck him. Was there anything she even knew. No, though she had wanted to spend every second together lately. What if this stalker was someone you knew? What if he served you coffee, or opened a door for you? What if he could get right into your life, and interact with you? …And you would not even know it? Fionae was just slightly more scared the last few times he saw her. As of yet she had nothing to say about it, anytime you asked how are you feeling, she said fine, or good. But she was scared. Holden knew the stalker was not just out there, but constantly up to something. He realized he was probably so good,  you couldn’t tell the way he was affecting you. It would almost seem there was nothing he had done. She opened the door. She had a key, though from time to she rang and waited for him to answer. And then she would grab his neck kiss him with all of her spit and tongue.  Sometimes after...

* Holden was not an investigator, though he was the one living the story. It was his life, when this serial killer came around and watched him. When the serial killer came into his home, and was in the same room. What were the chances the killer would attack? It actually seemed incredibly likely. Serial killers obviously stalk their prey, toy with them a while, and then make a move to kill them. It was many a night that Holden would awake, sweating, flustered, frightened, from a dream were he was right about to die at the hands of his serial killer stalker. In a handful of the dreams, Holden had died, and awoken after. Nothing had happened in these dreams, after he died. He had laid on the ground, where he had died, and gazed up at the killer, killing his wife, in every single dream except one. In the other dream sequence, he found himself already buried, his eyes open, looking up the coffin, unable to move, and not able to breath, before he awoke. And when he awoke he felt his breath ...

Time to get the party started with these two. It’s fucking 11 50 and I’m horny and bothered for a fuck as possible. Sometimes I am thinking if only I had two dicks. I grab one and fucking pierce her cheek. A whole swab of it, the size of a dick gone. Then I put my dick in her mouth, hard as a fucking rock, and then I put it through the new fuckin’ hole. I can feel her mouth damn good and it’s rubbing’ her tongue and shit, and then I’m bringing the other one in. I stick my dick in her mouth two. Fucking half it’s in her mouth, half’s in the other chicks mouth. Then I’m pounded both of their mouths at once. The pleasure is fucking outrageous, and the power is fucking awesome. Literally two mouths at once, and two mouths fully at once. Oh fucking fuck yea.   I’m gay when I want to be. And this is maybe what I will do with Holden and his twat girlfriend. Just fucking take em’ both at the same time. Oh my god the pleasure from that is so fuckigng intense. And I am just going fucking cum...

What a fucking prick. I was waiting while he’s writing. Did he have to rub not out? I had had to. Like thirty times. But he doesn’t know that. It’s so easy when you get your hands on his work. To fucking analyze it, and read his fucking mind. It’s because of that I can read his mind. He’s so fucked because I just know what the fuck he’s thinking 24 fucking 7. If he ever wanted to get away from me, he could buy a ticket to anywhere in the world, and I’d be there within fucking twenty minutes.   One time he went to the bathroom. I snuck in and came all over desk, while I was jacking on his chair. Oh my go some of this writing was so good. I got some on his chair, which is felt, but I wiped it up before it sunk it so he’ll never know. Ah, oh oh oh, aghhhh. I imagined I was the writer there a bit, just writing a mile a minute, just fucking high on being so fucking good. Ah, oh oh oh, aghhhhhhhhhh. There are something he’ll never know. After that I slipped out to the hallway of the apar...

Sometimes things bother me too, not literally everything is a party. I have my phone on the ground in front of me and I pick it up and check on my favourite friend Holden. He thinks I never leave his side. Hahahaha. I almost never do. Though sometimes there is some one else to stock!!! I managed to leave a camera so we can try a bit of a distance stalk-prey relationship, while I just take care of a few things. I can see his pretty face in the camera. Though not as pretty as his girlfriend, who is going to be the first person brought back to life by a dick to be killed again. I can’t fucking wait.   Earlier his girlfriend took it in the mouth backwards while hanging from his neck with her legs around his shoulders. It was pretty sexy and I am definitely going to kill him for that. Just kidding. I already knew that!!! I’m going to kill extra gruesome for that, though. Then it is just back to writing, or watching some tv. Sometimes that guy has writer’s block. I wanted to tell him to ...

And that’s when I do it. I grab something I left on the table. A miniature sculpture of a dick. You know dick size. It’s ceramic. And I shatter it on the first one’s head. It shatters, but I still have along shard in my hand, which is filling with blood. And then I thrust the knife into the second one’s neck, and slice it open wide. Their’s blood gushing out of her whole neck like a geyser, as she falls to the floor screaming. The first one fell silently to the floor. Right after, I have my dick out. I pulled my pants down, grabbed it, jacked a little, and then I started killing them with it. Hitting them over and over with my dick. The thing is bleeding itself. It’s getting purple. But I beat them, and beat them, until they mother fucking died. Then with is super swollen, twice as big as normal, I stuffed my dick in both their mouths, and fucked them until I had come six times in both their mouths, and I couldn’t feel anything in my whole body I’d lost so much blood, except all the pa...

* Are they ready to take the mother fuckin’ plunge and ditch this joint? With me. I gotta give em’ something good. Listen, I’m having a party up at my penthouse, above Central Park. Just a few of the Knicks, a few political types. Politicians, really. What do you say you come up, have some champagne, spend some time on the balcony. No strings attached. Sure, they say. They thought about it a second or something, but in the end I knew they couldn’t wait to get to the fucking party. They couldn’t wait to be above the park going ah ah ah rubbing their clits while feeling better than everyone. That’s a fact. So here we go, I got em steppin’ in a limo, tricked outta their fucking minds. Little do they know as we’re driving off, the drinks off gave them have a little bit of ambient slipped in, so they’ll be super docile and compliant when we get to the apartment. We’re laughin’ and laughin’ I’m making shit about The Lakers, and Andrew Coumo and all this shit. I’ve even made a few names up an...

Nah but in reality this was real life. So I was stalking this three chicks as they’re having their night out right. And they think they’re not going to get fucking destroyed. It’s your lucky night. Heheheh. That’s right. I got my eyes on you. I go up and I say I’ve got the penthouse in front of Central Park and I own the Lakers. In reality I killed the fucker that owns it but they don’t know that. They’re roped right in. Meanwhile no chick knows fucking anything basketball. They just know the team in LA. So we get to talking and I tell my favourite story. My groin hurts a little because I got a bad strain trying not to get my dick hit by a car. I was trying to avoid it, couldn’t. But luckily I thought to save my huge dick, it’s huge right? You can tell this is not true. I mean all of it. Anyways. I swerve and it just hits my groin, right? Misses my dick by a hair. That’s the story, you know? Anyways.  They’re a bit drunk. Of course I have picked the right time. All they really hear...

* You’d never guess what I am up to now. But it’s the most jack off-able stuff I have ever come up with it. See, I know it advance. But you’re going to just have to see it come true. It is going to be fucking rad. Like my cum following from the sky all over your fuckers. Aghaghaghagahgahgah.  No one ever fucking know when you’re stalking them. People are so fucking stupid you kill them on a sidewalk in Manhattan. Not you, readers. Not you. But my dick will be in all your orifices one day, at least in my opinion. Is that not what you wanted to hear? I mean read on, maybe this Asa will give you a nose job. I mean dream on right. But you never know. That guy’s good.  A little too good. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yea. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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Holden is a little late coming over. But he had said he was just finishing something up with his agent, so I was totally not mad. He only occasionally makes me wait. There was never anything to worry about. He is super loyal. And he always has a solution to everything. I think that is him now. I did notice him knocking lightly as now he has text me that he is outside. Sometimes he does that, he only knocks lightly, so as not to draw attention to us before we fuck our brains out. We obviously are going to right now. I open the door to the hallway and he is there. ‘Hey, babe.’ He comes inside and says, ‘I am sorry I’m a little late.’ ‘I hardly noticed,’ I said. And then I put my hands and his jaw and stuck my tongue down his fucking throat.  A couple licks of his esophageal sphincter and then I wrap both my legs around him. Next I under his button, and his zipper, on his pant, and then I have his dick out and I’m jacking it off. He’s getting hard for me and he is at six inches alread...

  Here is a downloadable link to everything I have written so far, all three parts, of the new novel about the serial killer and the couple he stalks. Novel so far

  Salazar’s office sat at the back of the law firm he had inherited from his father. The firm was quieter now, it was late at night. Past eleven. Salazar was still there, and Holden was visiting him now. The two of them sat at the desk, discussing in the most in depth detail possible the sighting of the stalker and his flight, and every related element of the case. There was a definite chance they could identify the stalker now. They knew details about his behaviours throughout the entire day at this point, and they now had a description. “He was tall?” “He was 5’ 10’’ or so, he looked fairly big.” “Was he not good looking?” “I’m not sure. He was sort of far away. It was hard to tell. He looked good maybe, but it was too hard to tell.” “He looked good?” “You know what I mean.” “I do. Well, alright.” Salazar moved his hands over to a nearby document. He moved it to the center of the table, and motioned to it with his finger. “These are all the locations we have seen him around the c...

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Experience the solution to Global Warming. This spell has already been applied to our biosphere, and will cool the world by several degrees. Over time, it may lower the temperature on our planet by ten to twenty degrees. By the year 2040 this spell will have cooled the earth ten degrees. All you have to do is say cool. And a weaker version of the cooling will execute in your home. You have to be at home to use the spell, and it will execute in the room you are in. It will cool the room. You can use it twice. So experience something that is saving the world. Experience magic. And experience cool during a hot summer.  The spell was created by Asa Montreaux. That is me... And I have created the sample for you as well.

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By: Asa Montreaux * Fionae knew the way to start the day was by jumping out of bed, but lately she was suffering from deep exhaustion. When she awoke, she only thought of the sweet death of the mind of sleep. It is a million times in life we die and awake again. So she felt when she was tired, and didn’t want to start her day. She knew she needed to so after a while, she climbed out of bed, and dressed in her gown. She’d been sleeping in the nude ever since Holden left. She was suddenly reminded of it, when her boyfriend took her on the stove, before he took her in the bed, while she lay on her stomach. Before walking out of the bedroom, she bent over, and masturbated as hard as she could. She felt tired, and she nearly hurt herself and liked it so much she went harder. She imagined her boyfriend inside her and bent over further. That’s what they would do next time. He’d been in her ass while she stood right her. She came in her undies, and quickly changed them, before heading to the b...