I was deep into ham at one point. So deep in fact - I had to go to ham rehab to kick the shit. It is a slippery slope. You won't even know how far it has you sucked in until it is too late. I count myself lucky.
By the time I realized that I might have a problem, I was working with a group of radio vixens called the Hell Bunnies. These chicks were hot. They were generating, modulating and broadcasting packetized orgone energy from a group of women they referred to simply as battery betties. I helped them create the equipment and also took charge of tuning the gear to extract the maximum orgone energy from a bett. It was a job that I loved.
We got into some really crazy shit to keep the signal flowing. We incorporated a feedback and amplification system that drove the betties wild. It was like crack. Sometimes we would go for days. No one could keep that up for very long. 3 years on the extractor would leave a woman ruined. Male energy was too transient. Besides - who wants to work with men anyway.
I was the ringmaster for sure. Our channels were shut down in the beginning and we moved to a Tor2 rebroadcaster. The secret, though, was in the DACs. Sure - it was tough to go from orgone to bits - but the real magic happened when bringing it back. One of the chicks was a true DAC artist and her magic all happened with her approach to filtering - you would be amazed what happens when you take the info that is filtered and introduce some high clitoral harmonics.
Those were the days. None of us - the ones that are still around - are sorry that we did what we did - it was some seriously magical shit.
Good luck.
By the time I realized that I might have a problem, I was working with a group of radio vixens called the Hell Bunnies. These chicks were hot. They were generating, modulating and broadcasting packetized orgone energy from a group of women they referred to simply as battery betties. I helped them create the equipment and also took charge of tuning the gear to extract the maximum orgone energy from a bett. It was a job that I loved.
We got into some really crazy shit to keep the signal flowing. We incorporated a feedback and amplification system that drove the betties wild. It was like crack. Sometimes we would go for days. No one could keep that up for very long. 3 years on the extractor would leave a woman ruined. Male energy was too transient. Besides - who wants to work with men anyway.
I was the ringmaster for sure. Our channels were shut down in the beginning and we moved to a Tor2 rebroadcaster. The secret, though, was in the DACs. Sure - it was tough to go from orgone to bits - but the real magic happened when bringing it back. One of the chicks was a true DAC artist and her magic all happened with her approach to filtering - you would be amazed what happens when you take the info that is filtered and introduce some high clitoral harmonics.
Those were the days. None of us - the ones that are still around - are sorry that we did what we did - it was some seriously magical shit.
Good luck.
