Still in love with the ever

Caw cawitshalloween everybodyand damn it look at the guy in the silly face. He looks just like your mom and I did back before we started telling people to clean up after themselves. Check the new costume and the compensation and know that there is only a few things that we want and what better time toshow those things then the time that isw is acceoptable to portray that is toportray. Either way it si dark and bats flutter and eyes fltter makeup glowes and every young pretty thing dresses as a slut.But they say I am a xcriminal or I am fugitive and they are exactly fugitives. Becsause everyone is a fuggit8ive from smething or other. It might not be Halloween that you are running from or showing what you are running from but you are f=running away as fast as your littlw legs can centipedally move and wiggle. Sand the time will continue t0 clisck away from you as your haiur starts falling out or getting shaggy oir face dripping aned scaly and age yes age and no, you say. But nothing is going to change that. Right? Only your working toward the dream thazt has been there xseince you were zble to dream in the first place. Otherwixse ther is no fucking culmination oif it, the goal. Don’t get too tired up and coached up and told up about what it is all sxupposed to be about but keep the faith fuck…fuck..fuck. And you can loose everything you think y09u had or might have had.An dyou can think you jkade the call.And you can think that it’s all going to work itself out because you are beyojhnd yong and don’t shy don’t shy. But just whaen you know you can get there, you are confronted with an other swcared person who looks at you and walksx away. Sdo you think you can move. You can mve to another city or another country but you are left with the sdame agonizing realizatiuon that is you. An dwe are all the same in that regard. At least some of us are admitting that at this point. Tinker tinker off. But should have. And every little tiny tiny circuit twitch on the sabboth. I love you go d and and you love me god and god wi8ll be for noioikjhjklj. No moe loathing of the self.No more. Just a cocktail or two…more.

Creature Creature

Marty: Stand back and witness brilliance in a country-fresh potpourri essence.

Wizard: Folkish, man.

Marty: And how, you say, you ask, I say.

Wizard: Feast on the hearts of peasants? Dine on saturated man-skin? Crawl through a flesh buffet?

Marty: Be not a fool, old 'un. I am no eater of people eats. Leave that to the Draconian.

Wizard: Then goodling sir?

Marty: Today begins a new era of cleanliness. Right next to Zodliness, you are aware.

Wizard: May the light of Astrium Argentium shine and not flicker upon the nave of House McFriend.

Martin: Shakes.

Want to vanish into thin air?

How to Attain Spontaneous Human Involuntary Invisibility

SHAKES.

We live in a world where reality shifting and temporal anomalies are becoming the norm, a simple case of a person disappearing should not be difficult to explain - yet it is.

What remains obvious is that the person who can no longer be physically seen has shifted into a higher frequency than 3D - therefore cannot be seen with our physical eyes.

This appears to be a mystical phenomena that has been recorded for centuries, going back to ancient India, and perhpas further.

There are those of us who do move in and out of dimension psychically, but this seems to be a physical phenomena that is not controlled by the person who disappears. This is a rare phenomena in which a person is physically still present, although unable to be seen or heard. From the point of view of the invisible person, the world looks normal. They have no idea that they cannot be seen or heard by people around them.

Human invisibility has been written about for centuries.

Indo-European and pre-Aryan shamanistic beliefs accompanied the peoples who eventually migrated into the Indus Valley (approx. 2,500-1,500 BCE). Here, men and women of great spiritual attainment, superior knowledge, and extraordinary powers came to be called rishis.

The Vedas, which form the basis of Hinduism, emanated from the teachings of the rishis, starting around 1,000 BCE In these texts, we find descriptions of the rituals
and techniques of the Hindu priests, sounding very much like the magical and
shamanistic abilities of the old sorcerers, magicians and shamans.

Later in Hinduism, around 700-300 BCE, we find the secret doctrines, called the Upanishads, which were written for students. Within the Upanishads, there is a section called the Yogatattva which gives the rich mystical philosophy of the discipline and theory of practice for attaining knowledge of the essence of God.

A serious student of raja yoga was taught that certain supernormal powers, called siddhas were a natural outcome of gaining mastery over one's mind and environment, and were used as valuable indications of the student's spiritual progress.

One of these yogic siddhas was human invisibility. Patanjali, author of the Yoga-sutra, which is one of the earliest treatises among the early Indian writings, attempts to describe the process whereby human invisibility occurred. He says that concentration and meditation can make the body imperceptible to other men, and a direct contact with the light of the eyes no longer existing, the body disappears.

The light engendered in the eye of the observer no longer comes into contact with the body that has become invisible, and the observer sees nothing at all. There is not a lot written about how this occurs; the explanation of the process whereby
invisibility was brought into being was most likely left up to the teacher to
impart to the student directly.

From the thirteenth century on, numerous texts in Europe refer to similar abilities, performed by sorcerers and magicians who had the power to make themselves invisible, like the shamans (both ancient and modern), and the yoga masters in India.
Some other cultures in which shamanism (and the ability to vanish) has played a major role are the Aborigines of Australia, the archaic peoples of North and South America, and the peoples in the polar regions.

Rosicrucianism started in Europe in the fifteenth century. Among the papers of that time, there are a number that talk about invisibility. A brother in the Rosicrucian fraternity wrote a paper on how to walk invisible among men, and there is evidence that this was being taught in those early days. H. Spencer Lewis, the founder of the Ancient and Mystical Order Rosae Crucis in San Jose, California, stated that one can gain invisibility with the use of clouds. He says that clouds or bodies of mist can be called out of the invisible to surround a person and thus shut him out of the sight of others. According to Lewis, this secret practice is still taught in the mystical schools of today. The written literature on this subject supports the statement that the cloud is the basis of the Rosicrucian invisibility secret.

A man named John Macky, who was an early Masonic leader (the early Masons were believed to be an offshoot of the Rosicrucians) taught a method whereby any man could render himself invisible. Another offshoot of the Rosicrucian fraternity, the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, left manuscripts describing the Ritual of Invisibility. These manuscripts talk about surrounding yourself with a shroud, which is described as looking like a cloud.

It is said that Madame Blavatsky, of the Theosophical Society, witnessed this invisibility for herself and was actually given the secret, thereafter accomplishing this for herself on several occasions in front of witnesses. The literature on the spiritualists in the U.S. shows that there is no doubt they, too, knew about the cloud and its creation.

What is this cloud? We are looking for something that is between empty space and actual physical matter, something unseen by the naked eye but very much in existence. The Rosicrucian manual tells us that the first form into which spirit essence concentrates preparatory to material manifestation is electrons. When spiritual essence gathers into very minute focal points of electrical charge (due to certain conditions), we have the creation of electrons.

Science reports that such a cloud of free electrons will absorb all light entering it; it will not reflect nor refract light waves, nor are light waves able to pass through a human being. Consequently the observer's eye sees nothing there and the person surrounded by such a cloud is invisible. Since light is necessary for human sight, when there are no reflected or refracted light waves bouncing off a person and hitting the observer's retina, the person is not able to be seen and is not visible under normal circumstances.

How is this cloud created intentionally? That is difficult to say. There are references to and descriptions of invisibility and its creation in the writings of secret societies, but most people don't have access to these writings. One could go to India and become an apprentice or student of an Indian guru or teacher to learn these techniques, but that probably is not practical in modern life. To the everyday person, the knowledge of how invisibility works is a mystery.

- By Donna Higbee

SHAKES.

Ode on a Zombie adventure

Walking a street infested with dummy burglars, statuesque and hands caught in a spotlight of dirt and blood. Organ jewels filched from the grasp of the dead, litter of loot. Marauding dangers in the flesh of walking man, ever hungry for more, more, more. High on swill, drunk on lust, hard on pain. Demented and sick, killing for sport and feed.

I search for you though not encouraged. My veins pulsate with chemical anger. Six hours, I’ve been told. Six lonely hours through seas of madness, unforgiving waste, smog-riddled and poisoned air, every breath a digit in a countdown. Everything minimized, simplified and contained now. A grand reduction to basest element of inhumanity and gain. The only solace is the lack of deceit. The honesty in self-preservation and, of course, my training.

For eighteen years I punished myself, learning to fool my visceral side, concocting a great veneer of spirit, impregnable to stone and stick. Reflexes improve as the muscles begin to fall in line like drilled grunts, and the mind snaps like flint to flame. Holocaustal sequences played out as though prophesied, and few could have been prepared. But I was. And now I seek only one outlet of salvation.

When the disease spread, the talking heads went wild, hyenas in heat. Fire, ice, sulfur, arsenic, ash and decay. Catnip for the radio gods. Sirens replaced wind chimes, howls substituted for voices, the cries of violence echoing into children’s play chambers, sullying idyllic reality into stiletto-sharp night terrors. Losing most of what was left in my waking past, no emotive instinct took over. Only pure, fundamental desire for myself and you. And destruction of those in the way.

I know how to find you. I know where you are. But blundering death walkers intervene. When first I was tested, my quickness was unmatched. Spines shattered beneath my modern mace, wrecking the virus incarnate. Their skin flimsy and flaking, their bones brittle as egg shell, their movements a captain’s nightmare. Through hundreds of carrion obstacles, I march now infected. And now without companion, as the good doctor turned to rot and felt cold steel before blankness. His instructions, however, were simple. The antidote is within my grasp. Enough for two. But only three hundred sixty minutes and more miles between.

Grocery store mayhem, and mucous on brown bags, my supplies still hold, but for what? The sugar rush is irrelevant in lieu of amphetamines, but the bloodborne curse offers no easy transition. I wretch in the pools of man slop, the maggots and roaches and creepers rejoicing behind. Concrete and iron, signage and electricity, a massive joke. My mind fades by the nanosecond, collapsing axon into blurred hellfire. Though taxed, the training will hold, must hold.

Two old women eat one another. Gnashing dentures strewn with dripping steak. A boy carves his hands through concrete caked in red, leaving fingernails and syrup. A police officer clubs a pregnant woman repeatedly, grinning wide in the face of broken skull and brain refuse, his motions a primal memory of standard operating procedure. They begin to understand me, maybe taking me as one of their kind, and the multitudes of insurgent, animated meat are fewer now. Their fate will not be mine.

But the safehouse is far, the lab, a step further. And cars offer no purchase on these burning streets. I must walk. To you, and to our future, which still offers hope. Plans are forged. Operations arranged. Severing ties with family and friends may reward us yet. High-level contacts still function. Communication lines exist. I will continue. I will find you. As long as this case of radiated illness draws breath, as long as this blade shows no blunt, as long as these bullets ignite, I will fight. And we will make it out together. I swear to you, on all that I ever knew, no moving corpse will fuck with that.

This is just too good, quite sick, too

With respect to www.snopes.com, I have to post this. My heart goes out to this twisted, mutant kiddie fucker.

Read this shit, snipped from Snopes, and behold a real-life creature.

Origins: Many readers have indeed been asking whether the above-displayed photograph, which accompanies an entry in Ohio's Electronic Sex Offender Registration and Notification (eSORN) system, is for real. According to the eSORN entry, the picture depicts one Brian Peppers, registered due to a conviction for "Gross Sexual Imposition" in Lucas County, Ohio.

Most readers are of the opinion that the image is a fake (possibly a picture of some type of mannequin or a digitally manipulated photograph), and that the entry in eSORN is an erroneous one (possible a mistake, an inside joke, or a hacking prank). Points in favor of the argument that this in fact a real photograph are:

We contacted the Ohio Attorney General's office, who told us: "This is an accurate photo of this offender."

The same Brian Peppers appears on a list of registered sex offenders in Lucas County.

A record exists for court proceedings related to cases involving a person named Brian J. Peppers charged with two counts of Gross Sexual Imposition.

The unusual appearance of the individual pictured could be due to a condition such as Apert's Syndrome or Crouzon's Syndrome.

Although the setting of the photograph does not look what one might expect of a mug shot taken for a sex offender registry listing, informal pictures taken in police station cubicles and rooms are often used for such purposes, as evidenced by other photographs in the Lucas County sex offender registry.

We've also heard from several people who live in or near Lucas County and claim they've encountered Brian Peppers in the past. One of them told us he had a relative who attended school with Brian Peppers and forwarded us some high school yearbook photos to document it:

Zod bless Ohio, the place of my terrestrial birth. Btw, if you want to get depressed and feel sad, read about Apert's Syndrome and Crouzon's Syndrome. Tell me with a straight face that you believe in god, and not Zod.

Shakes.

I need an underwater haircut pretty bad

Only $15 after tip. And you never have to worry about engaging in mindless banter with the chick cutting your hair. You just have to hope she has a nice body, though, or you may be in for an uncomfortable experience.