The Daton L. Fluker Theorem: Ice Bear Association: IBA

The Daton L. Fluker Theorem

Ice Bear Association: IBA

A fictional – Forecast

The Daton L. Fluker Theorem



Ice Bear Association is a virtual business concept that runs like a hymenoptera kingdom. This could be one of the answers to growth in these needy societies that most of us live in. This business concept was recognized by Daton L Fluker on April of 2017 and it is called the Daton L. Fluker Theorem. The individuals involved with this business concept will work together in sequence to break the laws of financing. Fundamentally, thousands of investors could purchase real-estate faster than one individual could by themselves. Profoundly, society wants everyone to be individuals. Individualism is similar to slavery. If you want to be free, get rid of debt. Everyone has the right to own themselves. However, if a person has a mortgage, car-note, multiple children, extremely high utility bills and many other mandibles, who is this individual working for? Are they working for themselves, or are they working for someone or bills? Another part of individualism that people tend to forget is that we are supposed to interact with others to subsist in reality.

A Mathematical Forecast

Ice Bear Association 






Let’s say 2000 business partners deposited 200 dollars every month for a year into a Business Account–that will be referred to as a Queen Account–with the intention of buying a McDonald’s Franchise.


























In twelve months, 2000 business partners could accumulate a whopping $4,800,000 which will be processed into the Queen Account.

A McDonald Franchise 

Cost of a McDonald Franchise 


Franchise Fee 


Total Cost 



Within a year’s timeframe, 2000 business owners will have purchased two McDonalds. These predicted numbers does not conjecture the interest that this money will accumulate each month.


First Goal: Own 200 McDonalds.

200 McDonalds 

200 McDonald Owner Profits 

%10 that goes into the Queen Account 




Second Goal: Buy a McDonalds for each 2,000 member.

2000 McDonalds 

2000 Owner Profits

%10 that goes into the Queen Account 








After the hymenoptera business reaches its peak, it will be used to produce infinite advancements that does not have to be paid back by any of its members, member’s children, or their grandchildren. We could purchase real estate, houses, and trips to the Caribbean, or open more queen businesses.

Tools needed to invoke a hymenoptera business:

  1. Develop or find a social media platform to collaborate, engage, and share info between a business team of thousands of individuals.
  2. A virtual office that can be used to collect data, introduce business concepts, and to collect information of affiliate and franchise businesses.
  3. An email Newsletter system which we can communicate with thousands of business partners in sequence.
  4. An eSignature app that could capture electronic signatures for thousands of business partners in sequence. This will be used so that everyone will have a copy of the business plan and contract reserved in the cloud.
  5. A list of 10 Franchises that cost under $1,000,000. Everyone in the business world may not want to own a McDonalds. Conversely, a gym, a coin laundry mat, a hotel, or a mechanic shop are all extraordinary businesses that could make extreme profits.
  6. A queen business account; where 2000 business partners who signs the business contract contributes at least $50 to $100 a month for 2 or 3 years.
  7. The Queen Business Account will be used to buy franchises one by one for each 2000 members.
    1. These business will be called HIVES. Each Business owner who has a HIVE will contribute 10 percent of its profits made to the Queen Account.
    2. The more people with a HIVE will help quickly increase the Queen account so that others in the business team could get their first Franchise.
  8. The King Body: Is a group of individuals who gets paid directly from the Queen Account. It will in impregnate the Queen to produce a Hive. The King Body will employ project managers, human resource managers, accountants and lawyers to help start and run each business.
    1. I also believe that every year that the queen account should transfer money to the King Body account so the members on in the King Body doesn’t have access to the queen account.


The queen Account will stay open indefinitely to produce substantial amounts of assistance to the Ice Bear Association members and their children and grandchildren. After the Ice Bear association opens their first private skyscraper only members of the Ice Bear Association will be given access to it. This will be a place of business. Give everyone a pediment that will be tracked, and it will give access to the structure. Also anyone holding the pediment will be able to extract a large advancement from the queen account without having to pay anything back.




Private Kisses

Private Kisses
By Daton L. Fluker

July 10, 2016

You see the trash in the streets? Look away girl. Turn the other cheek because no one will pick it up; my broken heart.

Have you forgotten the promise? Our past aggressions keeps us from our destinies if we let it. I am worthy. But yet, I need some time to rest.

The world is ours baby. I know my wealthy angel is ready to love me. However, I need a vacation and a bunch of kisses to sooth my nervous system.

I’m turning into slush. I’m lost in time. I want to forget, nevertheless, I can’t because I want to be good.

I’m on Mars. I’m sitting on a sandy table drinking tea on Pluto. I’m jogging around Saturn rings. I’m getting cream from the Milky Way.

My imagination is shining like Sirius–the most luminous star in the sky?

However, don’t forget about the shit that grows in the dark. Don’t forget about us.

My truth is not yours to obey. I am a piller of supposed to be lies that you turn your cheek to because I use to be worthy of your grace.

We bear the weight of our actions, which follows us like shadows. The more we dwell on our actions, the more darkness grows.

Don’t forget that I am Daton, the one they forgot to hug. The outcast. The forgotten song. The darkest magic. The lost American.

You don’t get me do you? I deeply apologize. Yet, fill my head with knowledge. Please me until my heart is contempt; until you see heaven in me.

How could I know the world was so big filled with candy canes?

A beautiful female is a silent song I loved so much. She’s gone so fast. She blew like dust.

Raise my cock and you’ll have something nice to sit on. Raise my understanding, and you’ll have my heart and cock to raise.

Young beautiful brown eyed girls will make you fall to your knees and please them.

Her screams subsides. Grabbing my head and pulling it closer; I felt the bed shimmer. Her back tighten. Her tonsils grew dry.

She’s more sweeter than coolaid. And her booty stacks perfectly in bundles like hay. It’s an explosion of darkness and day.

When she glances at me, a nightmare she sees.

My darling dear. My un-announced lover is nostalgic for a past that she sees through rose-colored glasses.

Wake me up with cock kisses. Put me to sleep with forehead kisses. Tease me with nipple kisses. And love me with tongue kisses.

The Dark Polar Bear written by Daton L. Fluker

The Dark Polar Bear

Written by Daton L. Fluker

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Incredible things happen when you grip a final product.
Wars waste our brothers’ and sisters’ blood.
But yet, violent waves in crest our pathes with incest; If you adore her, you’ll love a child of earth.
A girl’s heart gives cotton kisses to a polar bear’s broken anatomy.
Nightmares can’t heal without the kind touch of ice and the soothing excutive company of medicine.

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My last Valentine’s by Novelist, Daton L. Fluker

My last Valentine’s
by Novelist, Daton L. Fluker
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How can you say you love me when you never did?
As beautiful as you are, I still see darkness behind your eyes.
Every single second I have extra, I’d kiss and lick your clit because I love pleasing you.
When someone who’s suppose to love you doesn’t show you enough attention, they make their lover feel terrible because of their busy schedules.
You must pay attention to me because I am a certain type of forever; a dark forever.

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She will never Love us Anymore… Written by Daton L. Fluker

She will never Love us Anymore…
Written by Daton L. Fluker

Your retardiness loses overtime from my sharpness. Don’t let these Baton Rouge niggas get it twisted. I’m the king of darkness.
Infamous me…
Fear guides the masses.
It’s a magical circumference I had to walk mixed with the ingenuity of my broken heart.
You’d forgive me if you knew my struggle. “Why would I be forgiven?”
Maybe… Who understands how the world works? Continue reading “She will never Love us Anymore… Written by Daton L. Fluker”

The World of an Abecedarian written by Daton L. Fluker

The World of an Abecedarian

Written by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker

Criminal hearted but enacted in a guitar’s thrusting crown.
The belly of society is around.
The abecedarian faces the devil’s house on his or her own.
As the warriors prepare his or her norce for their nation’s final war-zone.
She dresses in her gown.
However, the roses of serenity are gone.
Because of ordinance and predetermination, flowers are violently grown with the hellion of heavy metal sound.

…………. Extended words……

A new world is built. And it is designed on the pedals of drum beats and with vaccines of words. It’s my world. In Daton L. Fluker’s portal of abandonment; in his dreams of opportunity, and as many hearts pound in sacred fire, a new world will be finish in due time.

Rock me out baby.




“If I had a Suicide Letter” By Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker





“If I had a Suicide Letter”

By Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker

To my beloved Friends:
I touched the panther on its shoulder. At first the cat was quiet and calculative. When I did it again, she ate me alive.
“When will I dream again?”
“How can I pull myself back-up?”
“How can I stand if you are not on my side?”
My love, what else would you like me to do? Put a sword through my heart and video tape it?
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“How Degradation Kills Love” written by Daton L. Fluker




“How Degradation kills Love”
written by Daton L. Fluker

Hate me my beauty, and I will hate you. Forever is forever.
People stop loving you after a while. That’s what hurts the most.
Those who do nothing shall witness a kingdom rise.
Those who stay shall progress.
Those who leave shall be lost and buried under innovation.
Darkness came after love left.
It was the beginning and the ending. Our shadows are the only thing that sustains truth after all.
They become meek. They say “the balloon blows away hard. You’ll explode just to be touched.”
But no one ever comes to help with your sensual desires.
The 2014 man says “I did not want to comfort her.
When I needed beauty to comfort me she left me cold.
Leave I say! Then I did not need beauty anymore.”
Things that are torn ain’t dead nor worn.
Sow it with needles and mend it with patches, open your dreams and break the latches.
When I was ready for her, beauty was lost.
“You are not ready for me” she said.
Buildings ash in flames, dead bodies powder the streets.
“I love my country.”
A phrase that can destroy an entire epic era if what you state is not true.
Maybe you are too commensurable to be loved.
Baby, no one can love you if you believe that you are too exquisite to be taking serious.
The fire that expands through your body when someone touches you, how can you delete that from your essence, from your existence?
I’m weak, but my friend, love is free. So is meat. Nightmares shine on me. I burn in heat. I go forward for I am beast.
I call out to her. The dark one is better seen in flashing lights. Once nightmares are gone, only the final hour exist.
And who am I to say I love you, to say I care. I am nothing. I’m only the muse. I’m a horror novelist with no ability to control my feelings.
How can I adore something so precious and beautiful when I have a mind full of darkness, treachery and hatred. I’m not suppose to, but I love you.
I am strong, but yet I am weak. I cried when you said, “No you can’t love me.”
I’ll become a freak. I promise you, I will never feel again.
It’s right, I speak the truth. I’m rotten because I’m outspoken.
I can make tears fall from your pretty eyes baby-doll because I am corruption.
Your heart divides in pieces. Baby, there’s no way to fill an empty fuel tank after there’s no more stations. Degradation is how it broke.

“Please, no Black Men” written by Daton L. Fluker @datonflukers



“Please, no Black Men”
Written by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker
I am the muse, and I apologize that my tongue ashes with the fears of nightmares. But still, beauty can be found in my gums.
Put your ear to my chest. My heart beats slow. Blood pumps through my arteries. You have proof I’m yours and evidence to prove our existence.
However, you’ve forgotten me. That hurts. So, do you think I’ve forgotten your actions?
And the night is like a dark storm. Nothing’s perfect. And the mirror’s image is low, but the dark reflections are still accounted for.
Only if darkness fears you and I. What spins blind-servants are playgrounds attempting to house the frugality of entertainment.
It tilts, it turns. She’s beautiful. They don’t know what to make of me. I blew stardust in their ear. I’m lighting their imaginations on fire. I’m destine to be a burning star.
I post sincerity in my words.
Forever is forever.
They won’t accept that you are a star. They want accept that you are a lovely day and a crumbling heart.
The truth is only as raw as It can be. The lost can lay naked in front of you on a bed of flowers but still not be accept.
Hear the sky with your heart. Let rocking roll music blaze my sweet darkness. I’ll be your whisper baby. I’ll be your muse.
You don’t believe I have a heart? You tell them, no Black Men, please. But you are still sucking my sexy D off at midnight.
Thank you. I need it. You are a heartless whore. And you’ll die heartless. Using me for your pleasure is heartless, and you’ll be buried that way.
I love what you do to me so much. As the muse, I’m grinding concrete that’s why I’m your mortar. That’s why I’m your toy. That’s why I’m filthy.
I’ll do it again for you. I’ll be your muse again, and again. Over and over again. I’ll be your nightmare. My love, you are an Angel.
I’ll give you my heart. I’ll give you my bush ridden tongue. I’ll give the world my crime. They are magic. Here, take my written words. Kneel to me!


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