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The Daton L. Fluker Theorem

Ice Bear Association: IBA

A fictional – Forecast

The Daton L. Fluker Theorem

 


Introduction

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 

Members 

2000 

INVESTMENT 

$200.00 

 

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.

M1 

M2 

M3 

M4 

M5 

M6 

$400,000 

$800,000 

$1,200,000 

$1,600,000 

$2,000,000 

$2,400,000 

M7 

M8 

M9 

M10 

M11 

M12 

$2,800,000 

$3,200,000 

$3,600,000 

$4,000,000 

$4,400,000 

$4,800,000 

 

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 

$2,200,000 

Franchise Fee 

$45,000 

Total Cost 

$2,245,000 

 

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 

$34,000,000 

$3,400,000 

 

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

2000 McDonalds 

2000 Owner Profits

%10 that goes into the Queen Account 

$340,000,000 

$34,000,000 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Conclusion

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

Posted: July 11, 2016 in Uncategorized

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.

You have forgotten the promise. Our past aggressions will keep us from our destiny if we let it. I am worthy. But, I need some time to rest.

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

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

I’m on Mars. I’m sitting on a sand 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; 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. 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 silent song I loved so much. She’s gone so fast. She blew like dust.

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

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

Her screaming 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.

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

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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? (more…)

The World of an Abecedarian

Written by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker

http://twitter.com/datonflukers

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.

PS:
Rock me out baby.

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“Please, no Black Men”
Written by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker
http://twitter.com/datonflukers
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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Covenantally written by Daton L. Fluker

Dedicated to Lzzy Hale
and Alecia Beth Moore -Pink

We can’t fully understand civilization. When the shadows call, we come running. When the light calls, we hide in its shadows.
To my beautiful world. We should stand, and not understand. We are, we were, and we will be great.
That’s all I need is Mother Nature. When I see her, all the pain goes away. I’ll die happy. I’ll die with love in my heart.
That’s how dark poetry was created. Silhouettes dance on pink walls. An eyeball is amazed by silent music hailing the shadows.
I don’t know everything; I’m a star. I’m broken. I’m not beautiful. But, I know my words can make tears fall down your lovely tear-ducts.
I can play with you my dear. I love beautiful. And I adore ugly. I can love all.
And I will be, even if you don’t believe I am.
God’s Darkness told me that you will love me. That’s why I am.
I will only except more. I’ll never except less! MOIETITY I’ll never except you. You S.O.B! Never!
My nightmare tantrum, “who will stop me?” Me.
“Who will break me?” Me.
“Who will keep me full of energy and passion?” My dear friend, you.
Tears bleed through my heart. Isn’t intelligence given by time, and not by birth? What if a dog doesn’t bow anymore, is it still a dog?
Hatred guides us to glaciers when dark clouds loses their medium of fire. Who cares about bivalence when our soul flies when we’re free?
I told you that you’re beautiful. But, her wrist shatters when her arm breaks the coffee table because of her nightmare sneezes. Her dark hour.
I’ll eat your cookie out baby-doll. Who changes sexual favors given freely for love? As her wrist shatters, my heart breaks.
I dance on the edge. I’m sorry my chest burns with holes. They bleed with sorrow. Who can love me? Who understands my poetic tongue?
I’ve defeated myself because I’ll bow down to her; I will. So the dog is not a dog when it stops bowing its head; it’s haunting the haunted.
Her kisses curve my head. Painted on shelves and burning in fireplaces her touch mildews. She said, “ignore me and when you do see this you’ll cry hard.”
I’m not a poet – “Ha, ha, ha.” I’m just a man. We drew silhouettes on our skin in the darkness. We drank like fish and we made dirty lustful love.
I wanted you to see me naked and on hard. I shall kiss you under jet streams. My words did not speak to you fool. My heart did.
She left me riding on a rocket. Nightmare creatures dance filthy in their borrows as a muse stays hidden in his cave until his dark hour.
Covenantally.

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Darkness Follows Me
Written by Horror Novelist Daton L. Fluker
Daton’s Twitter
As her beauty rotates, her light glistens and shows us might.
We take from her and she never stops giving. She constantly repeats.
Repeat has made our will stronger. Repeat is a reinforcement. Repeat is what people do to complete common goals. Repeat creates nightmares.
For her, I’ll give my life. Because of her, all roads lead home. All hale Mother Earth.
A heart beams with consternation in the night, while kisses from monsters wither broken impressions in the light.
It started with nightmares. And baby, it will end with nightmares. Please, wipe your heart of tears on my collar.
Do I have to remind you of the stardust we swallowed? Do I have to remind you of God’s Darkness?
Did I not warn you about this 70k prediction? You sexy bitch, did I not comfort you with words blowing devilish concepts of war in your anemic ear?
Voices from shadows divulge horror fun carols on your smothered lips as a luster of jewels spark in your pupils when kisses take out your beaten lungs.
Can’t I be fair like you? Can’t you love my touch, and I be your star for one more day?
I don’t deserve it. But can’t a caress your heart with words?
Did I not fill every hole of you with my dripping tongue? Did I not make love to you under the Planet’s Taris? Did I not care on Valentine’s Day?
Let the dam be dammed.
Mother, lay waste to all my enemies on earth.
Let them know that stardust glows and never burns out. Let them know my sweet darkness.
The war came and took part of my impulse, and it took part of our essence. Did darkness follow me mother?
Wind clusters around shadow caves. When fingertips touch skin, repressed pelts blaze from electrical shock. Demons from my unconsciousness crawl from flames of smoke as ice-cycles jam into my trifling skin. I pray for His Darkness, and I pray for Her Beautiful Light.

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