"bees are the hell spawn of 300 generations of incest with their fat half asian half african american mother."
bees reproduce by mating with a single huge queen who lays eggs that then hatch and have sex with the mother who lays eggs that then hatch and grow up to have sex with the mother who lays eggs...to the power of ten and awaaayyyy! whats more is that in the case that the queen dies another bee eats the royal jelly and becomes the new queen. "shes my sister! [sting!] my mother! [sting!] my sister! [sting!] my mother! [sting!] shes my sister and my mother, and STOP STINGING ME!"
birds lay eggs and take care of whatever eggs sit in their nest. so try taking that lazy ex you hate and tell them to go live in the birds nest in your backyard. then the birds kick their kids out of the house when they grow up. course this wouldnt mean anything except the house is 30 feet up in the air.
"if humans ever lived like animals there would be NO GOD." cause nothing says 'i love you' like headless husbands and 300 generations of incest origes.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Friday, September 9, 2016
fear of death
fear of death
many consider death to be something to fear. this is illoical as the human condition responds to fear with one of three things: 1. run, 2. freeze, 3. fight. death is similar to love in that it is an astral in existence. it is something that cannot be touched, stopped, walled by a physical obstacle, fought, or run from. fear of death is illogical, yet we all fear it. it is said that all humans are born knowing that they will one day die, but this couldnt be further from the truth. we are not born with an innate sense that we will die, rather we live our lives believing ourselves to be immortal, indestructable, and undying. it is not till a human is directly faced with death themselves that they truly begin to accept the gravity that it holds on us all. i believe that the knowledge of death is a gift from the universe, that we know it exists to teach us how to become better and evolve.
knowledge of death is a gift. to know death is to know life, absolution, and to know what truly matters. riches, posessions, status, career, power, past, present; in death and life these things mean nothing. to know life and death is to know things beyond our control that we cannot prevent. one can take a life as easy as one can stomp an ant. but to try to steal death away is to catch lightning in your bare hands. for it is only in life and death that we see what is truly important.
life and death are partners in an eternal dance whom meet on the dance floor once in a red moon. life and death are two sides of the same coin, with all that we see from the day we are born to the day we die held between. maybe that is why coins have so many scars on their side, to symbolize all that exists and how our lives affect it.
most see death as despiar and suffering, a time of great pain and horror. in reality it is the process leading up to death that brings us the most pain, and the same could be said for life. death brings peace to those who accept it, whether they want to or not. and suffering to those surrounded around it. ironically the opposite is said about life, with those going to give birth suffering long after while those around them are at peace and joy.
death can be prolonged, it can be avoided, it can even be defied, but ultimately all things one day die and are born anew in a different form. death is treated by most as a great terror that chases us endlessly, his hand outstretched. as if he were trying to pierce our hearts with his icy hand. as such death can feel as if a cold daggar has been forced through our hearts. we believe that to touch death is to have it destroy us from the inside out like a plague. thus to have the reaper try to grasp our hands in friendship means for those who touch it to wither and die.
even as a physical being death is thought of as a blight upon all that lives. there are many myths, like if you see a hearse you will be the next one inside. or that if you breathe while passing a graveyard you will have your soul sucked away. when you avoid death you avoid the truth, and as a great man once said, "the truth hurts". death and despair go hand in hand, yet so do creation and destruction, and light and dark. death is more like a family member you never knew about.
if you think about death as a person or physical being, she is more like a room lit with a single bobbing light than a bottomless black pit. death does more than take from us and destroy all that we hold near. she guides us and directs us towards the beginning of a better life. the job of death is not necessarily to kill, to reap, to decapitiate, or to slice and maim. but rather she is here to guide those lost in the trail that we walk through the circle of life. death is sent to be a guide from where the world ends back to where it began. and eventually all that is or will be WILL end. it has happened countless times before and will continue on for eternity and a half.
there was life and creation before creation existed, and there was existence before creation. we are creation, our parents existence, their parents life, and THIER parents life before creation. existence is not suffering, but rather an allowance to a more heightened sense in our place in the world. all paths, though different in direction, morality, and the journey eventually lead back to where they all began. walk a circle enough times and you will begin to learn. pay attention to what passes you by and not just what lies ahead on the path you travel. concetric circles exist even when lines never connect, as te universe exists.
when i see death i feel sorrow for those it affects, but i also believe that feeling sadness for those we have lost can often hold them bound to the ground beneath our heels. i believe that till we let those we see die go they cannot truly pass on. i like to believe that there is a world beyond just what we see. if existence is only life then how do you explain death? if there is nothing after we die then why is ALL life not equal? evolution and science can only explain so much before you hit an impass.
if planets and universes can be reborn from utter destruction then why not the life forces of those who die? if there is nothing after we die then why bother following rules or letting others live? frankly believing that there is no life after death is an act contrary to the existence of evolution and science. why strive to fight and go on or folow order and logic if we have nothing to look forward to? hell, lets go dig up all the graves on earth and use the corpses for cheap meat and the bones for decorations. "ill take a pina skullota with a heartini umbrella please!"
maybe the endless race against death will cause other living things to adapt and change. maybe one day all life will reach the same level that we as humans are at. hopefully by then we will be partners with the reapers working hand in hand. but for now we must learn to accept death and understand it so we can evolve beyond the mortal wick embedded in the candle of life.
many consider death to be something to fear. this is illoical as the human condition responds to fear with one of three things: 1. run, 2. freeze, 3. fight. death is similar to love in that it is an astral in existence. it is something that cannot be touched, stopped, walled by a physical obstacle, fought, or run from. fear of death is illogical, yet we all fear it. it is said that all humans are born knowing that they will one day die, but this couldnt be further from the truth. we are not born with an innate sense that we will die, rather we live our lives believing ourselves to be immortal, indestructable, and undying. it is not till a human is directly faced with death themselves that they truly begin to accept the gravity that it holds on us all. i believe that the knowledge of death is a gift from the universe, that we know it exists to teach us how to become better and evolve.
knowledge of death is a gift. to know death is to know life, absolution, and to know what truly matters. riches, posessions, status, career, power, past, present; in death and life these things mean nothing. to know life and death is to know things beyond our control that we cannot prevent. one can take a life as easy as one can stomp an ant. but to try to steal death away is to catch lightning in your bare hands. for it is only in life and death that we see what is truly important.
life and death are partners in an eternal dance whom meet on the dance floor once in a red moon. life and death are two sides of the same coin, with all that we see from the day we are born to the day we die held between. maybe that is why coins have so many scars on their side, to symbolize all that exists and how our lives affect it.
most see death as despiar and suffering, a time of great pain and horror. in reality it is the process leading up to death that brings us the most pain, and the same could be said for life. death brings peace to those who accept it, whether they want to or not. and suffering to those surrounded around it. ironically the opposite is said about life, with those going to give birth suffering long after while those around them are at peace and joy.
death can be prolonged, it can be avoided, it can even be defied, but ultimately all things one day die and are born anew in a different form. death is treated by most as a great terror that chases us endlessly, his hand outstretched. as if he were trying to pierce our hearts with his icy hand. as such death can feel as if a cold daggar has been forced through our hearts. we believe that to touch death is to have it destroy us from the inside out like a plague. thus to have the reaper try to grasp our hands in friendship means for those who touch it to wither and die.
even as a physical being death is thought of as a blight upon all that lives. there are many myths, like if you see a hearse you will be the next one inside. or that if you breathe while passing a graveyard you will have your soul sucked away. when you avoid death you avoid the truth, and as a great man once said, "the truth hurts". death and despair go hand in hand, yet so do creation and destruction, and light and dark. death is more like a family member you never knew about.
if you think about death as a person or physical being, she is more like a room lit with a single bobbing light than a bottomless black pit. death does more than take from us and destroy all that we hold near. she guides us and directs us towards the beginning of a better life. the job of death is not necessarily to kill, to reap, to decapitiate, or to slice and maim. but rather she is here to guide those lost in the trail that we walk through the circle of life. death is sent to be a guide from where the world ends back to where it began. and eventually all that is or will be WILL end. it has happened countless times before and will continue on for eternity and a half.
there was life and creation before creation existed, and there was existence before creation. we are creation, our parents existence, their parents life, and THIER parents life before creation. existence is not suffering, but rather an allowance to a more heightened sense in our place in the world. all paths, though different in direction, morality, and the journey eventually lead back to where they all began. walk a circle enough times and you will begin to learn. pay attention to what passes you by and not just what lies ahead on the path you travel. concetric circles exist even when lines never connect, as te universe exists.
when i see death i feel sorrow for those it affects, but i also believe that feeling sadness for those we have lost can often hold them bound to the ground beneath our heels. i believe that till we let those we see die go they cannot truly pass on. i like to believe that there is a world beyond just what we see. if existence is only life then how do you explain death? if there is nothing after we die then why is ALL life not equal? evolution and science can only explain so much before you hit an impass.
if planets and universes can be reborn from utter destruction then why not the life forces of those who die? if there is nothing after we die then why bother following rules or letting others live? frankly believing that there is no life after death is an act contrary to the existence of evolution and science. why strive to fight and go on or folow order and logic if we have nothing to look forward to? hell, lets go dig up all the graves on earth and use the corpses for cheap meat and the bones for decorations. "ill take a pina skullota with a heartini umbrella please!"
maybe the endless race against death will cause other living things to adapt and change. maybe one day all life will reach the same level that we as humans are at. hopefully by then we will be partners with the reapers working hand in hand. but for now we must learn to accept death and understand it so we can evolve beyond the mortal wick embedded in the candle of life.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
x = will + genes. the theory of evolution
on the subject of evolution,
many people think of evolution like a litter of kittens, where only the strongest kittens manage to grow up leaving the others to die. in reality evolution is more like throwing a hand grenade into a crowded room. natural selection works on a VERY small percentage of the life that exists. a need arises for change, for the life forms to adapt in order to survive. in order for life to thrive on it must be able to will itself to strive on.
but will alone does not mean you will evolve. in fact evolution often occurs following a "mass extinction event" wherin a tradgedy happens that causes many life forms to perish in a short period of time. evolution occurs as the life forms fighting for the will to live. many change and thus evolve and adapt and live on, but many others just die out.
will means nothing without the tools to control and use it correctly. thus leading to my theory that there must be a genetic pre-disposition for the body to change and adapt to survive. i believe that evolution is more like a genetic abnormality, a sort of mutation that occurs within the genome composition of a living things cellular structure. like hidden within the encoding of the dna of all life is an innate strand of passive dna cells that can become active, given high stress or a life threatening condition.
i believe that the will to fight on and live somehow begins to activate this passive strand built into the coding of the genes of all life. i believe that evolution is more like a mutation that arises from an incoming [or ongoing] threat, and that only a small percentage of life contains this strand of latent potential to evolve.
take my case. my body developped a high resistance to electricity and grew a second set of veins that pump blood into my brain. this means that even if i have a stroke, anurism, or heart attack that would otherwise kill anyone else my age; i would actually be perfectly fine. i could have a hundred strokes ten times over in the worst place possible and i would still have normal bloodflow and be able to function like nothing happened.
i even have an extra vertebre that formed at the base of my tailbone [which for whatever reason is pretty long]. i cannot say whether or not the extra veins or tailbone were a result of my genetics attempting to counteract against the things that literally are the number one cause of death in older human beings. primarily because i do not know the circumstances that led to their forming.
that said, i still believe that evolution is coded into our dna. however, only those who have a predisposition TOWARDS being able to USE this mutation can ACTUALLY EVOLVE. its likely that evolution would be more like you living while you watch all that you love and cherish die and burn before you. and if you cannot fight on knowing that may happen....YOU WILL DIE.
many people think of evolution like a litter of kittens, where only the strongest kittens manage to grow up leaving the others to die. in reality evolution is more like throwing a hand grenade into a crowded room. natural selection works on a VERY small percentage of the life that exists. a need arises for change, for the life forms to adapt in order to survive. in order for life to thrive on it must be able to will itself to strive on.
but will alone does not mean you will evolve. in fact evolution often occurs following a "mass extinction event" wherin a tradgedy happens that causes many life forms to perish in a short period of time. evolution occurs as the life forms fighting for the will to live. many change and thus evolve and adapt and live on, but many others just die out.
will means nothing without the tools to control and use it correctly. thus leading to my theory that there must be a genetic pre-disposition for the body to change and adapt to survive. i believe that evolution is more like a genetic abnormality, a sort of mutation that occurs within the genome composition of a living things cellular structure. like hidden within the encoding of the dna of all life is an innate strand of passive dna cells that can become active, given high stress or a life threatening condition.
i believe that the will to fight on and live somehow begins to activate this passive strand built into the coding of the genes of all life. i believe that evolution is more like a mutation that arises from an incoming [or ongoing] threat, and that only a small percentage of life contains this strand of latent potential to evolve.
take my case. my body developped a high resistance to electricity and grew a second set of veins that pump blood into my brain. this means that even if i have a stroke, anurism, or heart attack that would otherwise kill anyone else my age; i would actually be perfectly fine. i could have a hundred strokes ten times over in the worst place possible and i would still have normal bloodflow and be able to function like nothing happened.
i even have an extra vertebre that formed at the base of my tailbone [which for whatever reason is pretty long]. i cannot say whether or not the extra veins or tailbone were a result of my genetics attempting to counteract against the things that literally are the number one cause of death in older human beings. primarily because i do not know the circumstances that led to their forming.
that said, i still believe that evolution is coded into our dna. however, only those who have a predisposition TOWARDS being able to USE this mutation can ACTUALLY EVOLVE. its likely that evolution would be more like you living while you watch all that you love and cherish die and burn before you. and if you cannot fight on knowing that may happen....YOU WILL DIE.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
New definitions
Butt chugging: when you drink liquified ass.
Assshrooms: mushrooms harvested from the inside of your ass.
Gustafaba: when things are so fucked up that you can't think of another word to describe it.
Assshrooms: mushrooms harvested from the inside of your ass.
Gustafaba: when things are so fucked up that you can't think of another word to describe it.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
i dont know why the caged kill deers - another animal event!
Well I've been watching a Killdeer all day. Pretty funny shit watching the stupidity of them faking broken tail feathers while we repair the rv. On a pile of rocks in plain view is not the best place for a nest. Specially that I just Larned there is a huge freaking cat roaming around. like a bug fluffy cat that freely goes in and out of the complex.
they built their nest RIGHT IN FRONT of a frikin' rv trailer in plain sight. like LITERALLY the worst place to make a nest to raise your kids. like living in a home on the back of a hauling truck that ran out of gas after crossing halfway across an active set of train tracks. besides other predators like snakes, other birds, rats, muskrats, and invasive pests. the literal worst possible thing that threatens a bird nest is a cat.
like if the birds could talk:
male bird [in the voice of archer]: look you made a terrible decision in where you built this nest.
female bird: i dont get why its so bad. its near the trail
male bird: no.
female bird: its surrounded by plants and weeds
male bird: NO
female bird: its got plenty of bugs and places to roost
male bird: no NO
female bird: and over there is a watery area where we can catch-
male bird: NO!
female bird: whats so bad about this specific location?!
male bird [again in archers voice]: are you kidding me? there is NO PROTECTION FROM PREDATORS! AND BEHIND US IS SOMEONES FREAKING HOUSE!
female bird: well technically its a trailer...
male bird: and what if it f**king rains? what if theres wind? what then sheryl?!
female bird: well then we fake that we broke our asses till-
male bird: till they what? TRY TO EAT US?!
female bird: well its a defensive tool-
male bird: well i will remember that WHILE I AM BEING EATEN!
female bird: well we can always run to the grassy area over there where the water is. i mean we can hide there and eat there...
male cat: and what if...a cat comes after us?
female bird: well we CAN fly.....
male bird: but our children cant!
female bird: well I LIKE IT and we are staying!
male bird: ,.....[is staring over at the grass near the water]
female bird: what? what is it? carl...carl....CARL....CAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL-
male bird: shut up sheryl!
female bird: what are you staring at?!
male bird: theres a f*cking cat RIGHT THERE in front of thee fence!
female bird: well then lets get ready to protect the nest.
male bird: protect the nes- PROTEECT THE NEST?! THATS A FREAKING CAT SHERYL!
female bird: well there could be worse things trying to eat us
male bird: worse- wait are you ser- THAT IS LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE PREDATOR THAT COULD TRY TO EAT US!
female bird: well i hope he eats you first!
male bird: well screw you! and i hope you are happy that we are now neighbors WITH A FREAKING CAT!
and now bird theatre is over.
ENJOY THE PICS!
they built their nest RIGHT IN FRONT of a frikin' rv trailer in plain sight. like LITERALLY the worst place to make a nest to raise your kids. like living in a home on the back of a hauling truck that ran out of gas after crossing halfway across an active set of train tracks. besides other predators like snakes, other birds, rats, muskrats, and invasive pests. the literal worst possible thing that threatens a bird nest is a cat.
like if the birds could talk:
male bird [in the voice of archer]: look you made a terrible decision in where you built this nest.
female bird: i dont get why its so bad. its near the trail
male bird: no.
female bird: its surrounded by plants and weeds
male bird: NO
female bird: its got plenty of bugs and places to roost
male bird: no NO
female bird: and over there is a watery area where we can catch-
male bird: NO!
female bird: whats so bad about this specific location?!
male bird [again in archers voice]: are you kidding me? there is NO PROTECTION FROM PREDATORS! AND BEHIND US IS SOMEONES FREAKING HOUSE!
female bird: well technically its a trailer...
male bird: and what if it f**king rains? what if theres wind? what then sheryl?!
female bird: well then we fake that we broke our asses till-
male bird: till they what? TRY TO EAT US?!
female bird: well its a defensive tool-
male bird: well i will remember that WHILE I AM BEING EATEN!
female bird: well we can always run to the grassy area over there where the water is. i mean we can hide there and eat there...
male cat: and what if...a cat comes after us?
female bird: well we CAN fly.....
male bird: but our children cant!
female bird: well I LIKE IT and we are staying!
male bird: ,.....[is staring over at the grass near the water]
female bird: what? what is it? carl...carl....CARL....CAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL-
male bird: shut up sheryl!
female bird: what are you staring at?!
male bird: theres a f*cking cat RIGHT THERE in front of thee fence!
female bird: well then lets get ready to protect the nest.
male bird: protect the nes- PROTEECT THE NEST?! THATS A FREAKING CAT SHERYL!
female bird: well there could be worse things trying to eat us
male bird: worse- wait are you ser- THAT IS LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE PREDATOR THAT COULD TRY TO EAT US!
female bird: well i hope he eats you first!
male bird: well screw you! and i hope you are happy that we are now neighbors WITH A FREAKING CAT!
and now bird theatre is over.
ENJOY THE PICS!
and to discuss this birds name... why "killdeer"? i know its because its call sounds like its shreiking "kill-deer!" but who comes up with this stuff? do they focus test the call like an audio Rorschach? or is it like, "hey you eight people in here enjoy that drugged coffee there. we will be in the other room listening to what you think you hear when we play the birds call." like, play it forwards and you hear stairway to heaven. play backwards and you hear a hail to satan. play it sideways and youll hear your cat singing marylin manson. turn off the lights, lock the doors, grab the butter knife, and what do you get? you get a dark house and a person who looks like an idiot....and no sliced butter.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
the dark side of poetry 9 - the crow and i
heres something new:
"THE CROW AND I"
i was sitting by the lake with a tears in my eyes
when i hear a voice speaking right nearby
twas a crow in the high, up in the trees
who was calling in worry, calling to me
crow: what is wrong my dear friend? what troubles you?
me: i am sad my comrade, my hearts feeling blue.
crow: why must you create such oceans from your eyes?
me: because little crow, this happens when we cry.
crow: i do not understand this thing you call "tears"
me: its an expression of pain, like being burned or seared.
crow: but why must you cry on such a bright sunny day?
me: cause thats not the sun, thats fire and dismay.
the world is at an end my black feathered friend,
yesterday we lived, today it all ends.
crow: do you know what i will do when your time comes?
me: you will eat my eyes, my nose and thumbs?
crow: i have been by your side through thick and thin
i have always watched you, while you lay in your crib
i have followed you in sunshine, in rain, in snow
i have been right behind you, even when the wind did blow
i have been by your side through thick and thin
i am but your shadow, like a sinner and sin.
so when your life falls into deaths boney hand
i will defend your soul, as my last stand.
me: i saw you when i smiled, you were there when i laughed.
i saw you when my heart was filled with love.
you were there im my joy, you were there in my peace
when i slept in the fields you were soaring above.
when i cried i looked for someone to dry my tears
when i frowned i sought a mask from ear to ears.
when my heart was broken and my mind in nightmare,
i had no idea that someone was there.
crow: i have been by your side through thick and thin
me: you watched me as an infant, roosting on my crib
crow: i have followed you in sunshine, in rain, and snow
me: when i needed a boost, the winds you would blow
crow: i am your shadow
me: as sinners run before sin
crow: when your life falls into deaths boney hand
me: you will defend my soul
me AND the crow: as OUR final stand.
"THE CROW AND I"
i was sitting by the lake with a tears in my eyes
when i hear a voice speaking right nearby
twas a crow in the high, up in the trees
who was calling in worry, calling to me
crow: what is wrong my dear friend? what troubles you?
me: i am sad my comrade, my hearts feeling blue.
crow: why must you create such oceans from your eyes?
me: because little crow, this happens when we cry.
crow: i do not understand this thing you call "tears"
me: its an expression of pain, like being burned or seared.
crow: but why must you cry on such a bright sunny day?
me: cause thats not the sun, thats fire and dismay.
the world is at an end my black feathered friend,
yesterday we lived, today it all ends.
crow: do you know what i will do when your time comes?
me: you will eat my eyes, my nose and thumbs?
crow: i have been by your side through thick and thin
i have always watched you, while you lay in your crib
i have followed you in sunshine, in rain, in snow
i have been right behind you, even when the wind did blow
i have been by your side through thick and thin
i am but your shadow, like a sinner and sin.
so when your life falls into deaths boney hand
i will defend your soul, as my last stand.
me: i saw you when i smiled, you were there when i laughed.
i saw you when my heart was filled with love.
you were there im my joy, you were there in my peace
when i slept in the fields you were soaring above.
when i cried i looked for someone to dry my tears
when i frowned i sought a mask from ear to ears.
when my heart was broken and my mind in nightmare,
i had no idea that someone was there.
crow: i have been by your side through thick and thin
me: you watched me as an infant, roosting on my crib
crow: i have followed you in sunshine, in rain, and snow
me: when i needed a boost, the winds you would blow
crow: i am your shadow
me: as sinners run before sin
crow: when your life falls into deaths boney hand
me: you will defend my soul
me AND the crow: as OUR final stand.
shadowline saga: episode 4 - after darkness
Inside the buildings the people are hiding. Within the churches the people are praying. Outside there are screams and terror. The shadows have come alive, walking the earth drawing innocent blood. The end had only just begun, though several months have passed. The chosen few had been called back to their maker, deemed worthy. Those left watched the indignity of the end of their world. And the beginning of hell on earth.
Some of us chose to continue our faith, worshipping our gods out of some hope that they would pity our acursed souls. We believed that there was only one faith, one true path to paradise. But we were deluded fools, never realizing that the truth was a unification of the world's spiritual creed. Specially after the wicca and Muslim ascending side by side with the disciples of the lord.
We saw our world turn from a thing of beauty to a dystopia of sorrow and misery. How could we have known that on the day we learned of other worlds we were dooming our own? How could we have known that the day we were to finally traverse to another heavenly body we were really breaking through our own glass ceiling? We have broken the frail crystal ceiling keeping us grounded and broken into the gates of hell. Now we are trapped in a war that we never wanted to fight; on a world we never thought we would lose.
Outside the bloodshed continues, the darkness and light at ends with each other like a lone tree surrounded by desertification. The people have taken refuge within their places of worship, singing hymns and arias. But who are they singing to? Who are they trying to call out to? The prelude to this war came and we ignored it. Now our gods abandon us to die.
Those who started this war have always been there, hiding in plain sight. They were there when we killed the gypsies and exiled the jews. They were there when we fought, a nation divided. They were there when we fought to keep up a wall. They were there when we died from plagues and filthe. And they were there the day the towers fell. They've always Been there among us, the seven enemies of man.
Now we stand here drowning, in blood and fear, as our world slowly burns. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. And thusly our world ignites into flames. Peace; bye peace. How arrogant we were. How foolish we've acted. Now amidst it all we live forever in the hell we have created.
I was called myself, but I refused to leave. I will not leave my people, not when they need me more than ever. They are a meek fearful race, deserving salvation no matter their transgressions. As does all life. I have chosen to stay behind and watch over my people, over my brothers and sisters. This world of eternal torment and this war need a beacon of hope, a hero to guide them.
Whether my actions actually make a difference or not I do not know. Nor will I care. For I am who I always was and will always be: a messenger of light, of darkness, of dreams and despair; of past, present, and future. and of peace, faith...and hope. Maybe one day we will find our way out of the false luminescence created by the flames that so damn our eternal souls, and into the true light of the gods. Or perhaps the light is a lie that the hopeless use to justify their actions against those who would sin against the creeds they so dearly follow.
One way or another, like the sun shining after a terrible storm; after darkness, the light WILL follow. but for now our world burns piece by piece. Peace, bye peace; all will fall.
Some of us chose to continue our faith, worshipping our gods out of some hope that they would pity our acursed souls. We believed that there was only one faith, one true path to paradise. But we were deluded fools, never realizing that the truth was a unification of the world's spiritual creed. Specially after the wicca and Muslim ascending side by side with the disciples of the lord.
We saw our world turn from a thing of beauty to a dystopia of sorrow and misery. How could we have known that on the day we learned of other worlds we were dooming our own? How could we have known that the day we were to finally traverse to another heavenly body we were really breaking through our own glass ceiling? We have broken the frail crystal ceiling keeping us grounded and broken into the gates of hell. Now we are trapped in a war that we never wanted to fight; on a world we never thought we would lose.
Outside the bloodshed continues, the darkness and light at ends with each other like a lone tree surrounded by desertification. The people have taken refuge within their places of worship, singing hymns and arias. But who are they singing to? Who are they trying to call out to? The prelude to this war came and we ignored it. Now our gods abandon us to die.
Those who started this war have always been there, hiding in plain sight. They were there when we killed the gypsies and exiled the jews. They were there when we fought, a nation divided. They were there when we fought to keep up a wall. They were there when we died from plagues and filthe. And they were there the day the towers fell. They've always Been there among us, the seven enemies of man.
Now we stand here drowning, in blood and fear, as our world slowly burns. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. And thusly our world ignites into flames. Peace; bye peace. How arrogant we were. How foolish we've acted. Now amidst it all we live forever in the hell we have created.
I was called myself, but I refused to leave. I will not leave my people, not when they need me more than ever. They are a meek fearful race, deserving salvation no matter their transgressions. As does all life. I have chosen to stay behind and watch over my people, over my brothers and sisters. This world of eternal torment and this war need a beacon of hope, a hero to guide them.
Whether my actions actually make a difference or not I do not know. Nor will I care. For I am who I always was and will always be: a messenger of light, of darkness, of dreams and despair; of past, present, and future. and of peace, faith...and hope. Maybe one day we will find our way out of the false luminescence created by the flames that so damn our eternal souls, and into the true light of the gods. Or perhaps the light is a lie that the hopeless use to justify their actions against those who would sin against the creeds they so dearly follow.
One way or another, like the sun shining after a terrible storm; after darkness, the light WILL follow. but for now our world burns piece by piece. Peace, bye peace; all will fall.
shadowline saga: episode 3 - laughter in the night
SHADOWLINE SAGA
laughter in the night
08212014
it was a sunday evening, the parents had just put the children to bed. This evening ended like always, two episodes of improv and one goodnight song. Oh how strange the behavior was of the parents before bed. Smiles on their faces as if laughter filled their souls.
Two children were born to this family, not yet old enough to grow up and yet too old to be treated as infants. There was shawn joseph perry and beth rebecca perry, two young children ready to grow up; two young souls ripe for harvest.
Shawn always had trouble getting to sleep, attemting to read books and articles about animals till he passed out. Beth was a heavy sleeper, so much so that her mind believed dreams as reality. But tonight was different, there was something...funny. Something funny filling the air, like a dark, sinister cloud.
What was that?! Shawn paused, in his silence there was a laugh. He waited....but nothing. There it was again! Shawn once more placed his book down, drawing his focus from the pale white fox. But still...nothing, and yet shawn could hear...something.
It was a light chuckle, like someone had left the television on downstairs. Shawn began to pick up his book, but before he could turn it over it happened again. The laughter, like a demented clown; was it getting closer?!
The sound was inevitable, like footsteps heading up the stairs. Closer. Closer. Louder they creshendoed. The footsteps and laughter were moving towards shawns bedroom door. The sound of the handle being turned, then nothing...
Shawn was curios, who was fucking with him THIS time? Could cats open doors? He pondered. Then in his closet, there came a light giggle. Like an innocent schoolgirl meeting her crush, there it was. Again, this time louder.
Shawn got up and slowly walked towards the closet, clutching his stuffed bear tightly to his chest. The laughter began to get louder, as he reached out to grab the door handle. His hand touched the closet, the laughter ceased.
The closet flew open like glass in a storm. Shawn was thrown to the ground by something unseen. Like a invisible hand had knocked him on his knees. He pulled himself to his feet and slowly turned around.
Then she screamed, the girl jumping on shawns bed. Like a banshee in heat, the screech echoed down the halls. A strange little girl was on shawns bed. In her hands she held a creepy little doll, with a skull for a head and wearing a purple dress.
She looked into shawns eyes, smiled and said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
The little girl moved closer, and began to laugh as she once again spoke,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Shawn ran for the door, attempting to flee. Before he could grab the handle, the girl snatched his arm. He could feel it, his life draining away. Second became days, days turned to years. shawn threw the little girl back with all of his strength, and opened the door, crawling into the hallway.
Shawn could hear it now, as if in every room of the house. The laughter was echoeing from wall to wall. It was as if his home had become a demented, dark, circus. Shawn opened the door to his sisters room, but it was too late.
Beth had turned, became one of THEM. Another child was there right next to her bed, this time a boy with a charred face and black hair. Beth climbed out of bed, stepping beside the boy.
They both walked forwards, speaking to shawn,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Shawn ran down the hall towards his parents bedroom. Both his heart and feet, racing like a locomotive. He found the door wide open but no one inside. Besides his parents, still asleep in bed.
Shawn dashed over to his mother, whose head was turned away. He threw his arms out, screaming,
"Wake up mommy please!"
Shawns mom began to chuckle, theres that eerie laugh. Her head still turned away, his father then joined in. Then he heard his sister, now nothing but bones. She was in the doorway, with the char~blackened little boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry;" his sister began.
"the truth is its game time for you and i," continued the charred boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry," said shawns father, with a laugh, as he sat up in bed.
"we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!" Finished shawns mother, the flesh slowly falling off her rotting face.
He had no options left, shawn had no place to go. His entire family was rotting to bones in front of him. As they began to close in their clothes slowly turned purple. Love turned dark, and now nothing but bone.
The four spoke once more, as they grabbed shawns neck,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; step out from above the bucket. Its time to die!"
With a scream shawn awoke, drowning in sweat. His skin was pale and his heart was weak. He looked around, and all was fine; nothing more than a bad dream he faced that night. As shawn fell back asleep, he could hear rocking downstairs.
Someone was in the living room tilting back in a chair. Beneath the purple hood, his eyes glowed bright. His skeleton hands glowing in the light. As he leaned back, he let out a ghastly laugh.
He spoke only once, this is what he said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
laughter in the night
08212014
it was a sunday evening, the parents had just put the children to bed. This evening ended like always, two episodes of improv and one goodnight song. Oh how strange the behavior was of the parents before bed. Smiles on their faces as if laughter filled their souls.
Two children were born to this family, not yet old enough to grow up and yet too old to be treated as infants. There was shawn joseph perry and beth rebecca perry, two young children ready to grow up; two young souls ripe for harvest.
Shawn always had trouble getting to sleep, attemting to read books and articles about animals till he passed out. Beth was a heavy sleeper, so much so that her mind believed dreams as reality. But tonight was different, there was something...funny. Something funny filling the air, like a dark, sinister cloud.
What was that?! Shawn paused, in his silence there was a laugh. He waited....but nothing. There it was again! Shawn once more placed his book down, drawing his focus from the pale white fox. But still...nothing, and yet shawn could hear...something.
It was a light chuckle, like someone had left the television on downstairs. Shawn began to pick up his book, but before he could turn it over it happened again. The laughter, like a demented clown; was it getting closer?!
The sound was inevitable, like footsteps heading up the stairs. Closer. Closer. Louder they creshendoed. The footsteps and laughter were moving towards shawns bedroom door. The sound of the handle being turned, then nothing...
Shawn was curios, who was fucking with him THIS time? Could cats open doors? He pondered. Then in his closet, there came a light giggle. Like an innocent schoolgirl meeting her crush, there it was. Again, this time louder.
Shawn got up and slowly walked towards the closet, clutching his stuffed bear tightly to his chest. The laughter began to get louder, as he reached out to grab the door handle. His hand touched the closet, the laughter ceased.
The closet flew open like glass in a storm. Shawn was thrown to the ground by something unseen. Like a invisible hand had knocked him on his knees. He pulled himself to his feet and slowly turned around.
Then she screamed, the girl jumping on shawns bed. Like a banshee in heat, the screech echoed down the halls. A strange little girl was on shawns bed. In her hands she held a creepy little doll, with a skull for a head and wearing a purple dress.
She looked into shawns eyes, smiled and said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
The little girl moved closer, and began to laugh as she once again spoke,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Shawn ran for the door, attempting to flee. Before he could grab the handle, the girl snatched his arm. He could feel it, his life draining away. Second became days, days turned to years. shawn threw the little girl back with all of his strength, and opened the door, crawling into the hallway.
Shawn could hear it now, as if in every room of the house. The laughter was echoeing from wall to wall. It was as if his home had become a demented, dark, circus. Shawn opened the door to his sisters room, but it was too late.
Beth had turned, became one of THEM. Another child was there right next to her bed, this time a boy with a charred face and black hair. Beth climbed out of bed, stepping beside the boy.
They both walked forwards, speaking to shawn,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Shawn ran down the hall towards his parents bedroom. Both his heart and feet, racing like a locomotive. He found the door wide open but no one inside. Besides his parents, still asleep in bed.
Shawn dashed over to his mother, whose head was turned away. He threw his arms out, screaming,
"Wake up mommy please!"
Shawns mom began to chuckle, theres that eerie laugh. Her head still turned away, his father then joined in. Then he heard his sister, now nothing but bones. She was in the doorway, with the char~blackened little boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry;" his sister began.
"the truth is its game time for you and i," continued the charred boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry," said shawns father, with a laugh, as he sat up in bed.
"we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!" Finished shawns mother, the flesh slowly falling off her rotting face.
He had no options left, shawn had no place to go. His entire family was rotting to bones in front of him. As they began to close in their clothes slowly turned purple. Love turned dark, and now nothing but bone.
The four spoke once more, as they grabbed shawns neck,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; step out from above the bucket. Its time to die!"
With a scream shawn awoke, drowning in sweat. His skin was pale and his heart was weak. He looked around, and all was fine; nothing more than a bad dream he faced that night. As shawn fell back asleep, he could hear rocking downstairs.
Someone was in the living room tilting back in a chair. Beneath the purple hood, his eyes glowed bright. His skeleton hands glowing in the light. As he leaned back, he let out a ghastly laugh.
He spoke only once, this is what he said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
castlevania symphony of the night [psp] cheat (keep everything, and phase through things)
If you've ever played the symphony of the night game for psp then you know how fucking annoying the game can be after death feels you up and takes all your shit. I have actually discovered a unique cheat that ONLY exists in the psvita game bought through the Playstation store. Actually i have discovered several unique cheats that can be used to make the game easier and more fun.
1. [The big one] KEEP ALL ALUCARDS GEAR*1
*1- it should be noted that for this to work you must have the directional controls for the game set to the circle stick NOT the up/down/left/right cross shaped pad
okay this one is similar to the warg suicide fling glitch. With one easier exception. Basically just progress through richters fight at the beginning however you wish. Once you enter the castle [after those god awful long opening credits...there can bio only one!] You will have all your gear. Just progress through the front door passing the warg. Then go through the next room with the zombies in it, being sure to gain as little experience as possible. In the next room bypass the lower level with the water and Jack be nimble leaping mermen by smashing through the pile of rock in front of you and passing through to the next room. There should be about three wargs in this room. If there are mermen or zombies you are in the wrong room, if there are soldiers with magic shields that kill you in one hit your either cheating or the game is broke, if there are monkeys in capes flying unicorns and shitting doritos you need to lay off the weed. The room here with the three wargs is the most important location for this cheat to work. Beat your way to the other end of the room, but DON'T WALK THROUGH THE OPENING TO THE NEXT ROOM! go to far and you walk into a wide area in the next room, activate a cutscene, death molests you, and steals your gear. The purpose is to edge your way to the right side of the room with the three wargs till you are at the point that you will walk into the room with death if you walk forwards. At this right side you must use the directional 360 circular pad to gently edge your way father to the right till you are almost into the next room where death robs you. The second you enter the room with death IMMEDIATELY PRESS THE DIRECTIONAL CONTROLS TO THE LEFT. if done right you will immediately walk back into the room with the three wargs, only with a slight difference...NO BGM. If you hear music simply repeat the slow walk into the death room and the immediate left return back to the warg room. If you don't hear music after walking back into the triple warg room then simply kill the first warg you see. If done right this glitch cheat will bypass the death cutscene after reentering the room where he robs you thus allowing you to progress through the ENTIRE GAME and allow you to keep ALL ALUCARDS GEAR. what's more is it has no negative side effects on the game itself. Combine this with thief mode to rape the game or play normally so as to beat the game in only half a day so you can do all the new game plus benefits. Believe me this glitch works, i have four saves that prove it. If death robs you and you screw up, reset and try again.
2. Short distance warp:
This is easy, just press the oval shaped button on the vita [the one that activates the multiple screen display that allows you to close or switch to a different screen] while you also press the directional pad forwards or backwards. It will warp you some distance in the direction you are pressing (not through walls). I used this to bypass many enemies that were in my way and even avoid some attacks. Be wary that to literally teleport through enemies and attacks it has to be timed perfectly. I used it to walk up the chapel staircase and pass through the falling spike ball and bone pillars.
1. [The big one] KEEP ALL ALUCARDS GEAR*1
*1- it should be noted that for this to work you must have the directional controls for the game set to the circle stick NOT the up/down/left/right cross shaped pad
okay this one is similar to the warg suicide fling glitch. With one easier exception. Basically just progress through richters fight at the beginning however you wish. Once you enter the castle [after those god awful long opening credits...there can bio only one!] You will have all your gear. Just progress through the front door passing the warg. Then go through the next room with the zombies in it, being sure to gain as little experience as possible. In the next room bypass the lower level with the water and Jack be nimble leaping mermen by smashing through the pile of rock in front of you and passing through to the next room. There should be about three wargs in this room. If there are mermen or zombies you are in the wrong room, if there are soldiers with magic shields that kill you in one hit your either cheating or the game is broke, if there are monkeys in capes flying unicorns and shitting doritos you need to lay off the weed. The room here with the three wargs is the most important location for this cheat to work. Beat your way to the other end of the room, but DON'T WALK THROUGH THE OPENING TO THE NEXT ROOM! go to far and you walk into a wide area in the next room, activate a cutscene, death molests you, and steals your gear. The purpose is to edge your way to the right side of the room with the three wargs till you are at the point that you will walk into the room with death if you walk forwards. At this right side you must use the directional 360 circular pad to gently edge your way father to the right till you are almost into the next room where death robs you. The second you enter the room with death IMMEDIATELY PRESS THE DIRECTIONAL CONTROLS TO THE LEFT. if done right you will immediately walk back into the room with the three wargs, only with a slight difference...NO BGM. If you hear music simply repeat the slow walk into the death room and the immediate left return back to the warg room. If you don't hear music after walking back into the triple warg room then simply kill the first warg you see. If done right this glitch cheat will bypass the death cutscene after reentering the room where he robs you thus allowing you to progress through the ENTIRE GAME and allow you to keep ALL ALUCARDS GEAR. what's more is it has no negative side effects on the game itself. Combine this with thief mode to rape the game or play normally so as to beat the game in only half a day so you can do all the new game plus benefits. Believe me this glitch works, i have four saves that prove it. If death robs you and you screw up, reset and try again.
2. Short distance warp:
This is easy, just press the oval shaped button on the vita [the one that activates the multiple screen display that allows you to close or switch to a different screen] while you also press the directional pad forwards or backwards. It will warp you some distance in the direction you are pressing (not through walls). I used this to bypass many enemies that were in my way and even avoid some attacks. Be wary that to literally teleport through enemies and attacks it has to be timed perfectly. I used it to walk up the chapel staircase and pass through the falling spike ball and bone pillars.
Monday, February 29, 2016
why isn't minimum wage enough? [NOW WITH THE MATH TO BACK IT UP!]
So many people have always tried to say you can't live of minimum wage. But who has ever TRULY done the math? Now i can say that i have. This is done for people on ssi at the max amount allowed. It should be noted that the max allowed a month before you lose ALL your benefits is 1130.00 a month,
Cite for reference here: http://www.nolo.com/
So here goes:
1130.00 (1129.00) a month before losing money.
733.00 max ssi
Able to work Monday through Friday
200 a month to cover food.
5.43 an hour minimum wage (after taxes)
396.00 maximum allowed income
99.00 a week
19.80 a day
3 hours 40 minutes a day (7.25 an hour, minus taxes [1.81])
18 hours 20 minutes a week (3 hours times five days, 40 minutes times 5 [200 minutes. 200 divided by 60 equals 3.33, or 3 hours 20 minutes])
Mortgage 520.00
Total max allowed 609 (Max safe amount 213.00, Max allowed before deductions 396.00)
152.25 a week
30.45 a day
5 hours 36 minutes a day (7.25 an hour, minus taxes [1.81])
28 hours a week (5 hours times five days [25], 36 minutes times 5 [180 minutes. 180 divided by 60 equals 3 hours])
396.00 maximum allowed income
99.00 a week
19.80 a day
2 hours 15 minutes a day (7.25 an hour)
11 hours 15 minutes a week (2 hours times five days [10], 15 minutes times 5 [75 minutes, or 1 hour 15 minutes])
Mortgage 520.00
Total max allowed 609 (Max safe amount 213.00, Max allowed before deductions 396.00)
152.25 a week
30.45 a day
4 hours 12 minutes a day (7.25 an hour)
21 hours a week (4 hours times five days [20], 12 minutes times 5 [60 minutes]
After taxes max income allowed (5.43 am hour):
Minimum of 18 hours 20 minutes a week, (before i start to lose ssi)
Maximum of 28 hours a week. (Before i lose the money for the mortgage)
Before taxes max income allowed (7.25 an hour):
Minimum of 11 hours 15 minutes a week (before i start to lose ssi)
Maximum of 21 hours a week. (Before i lose the money for the mortgage)
Now let's calculate for minimum wage in its entirety:
Before taxes:
1130 a month
282.50 a week
56.50 a day
7 hours 48 minutes a day (56.50/7.25 [an hour]=7.8 hours [8=4/5=12x4=48])
10:00 am to 6 pm
39 hours a week
After taxes:
1130 a month
282.50 a week
56.50 a day
10 hours 24 minutes a day (56.50/5.24 [an hour]=10.40 hours [4=2/5=12×2=24])
52 hours a week
So IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
Cite for reference here: http://www.nolo.com/
So here goes:
1130.00 (1129.00) a month before losing money.
733.00 max ssi
Able to work Monday through Friday
200 a month to cover food.
5.43 an hour minimum wage (after taxes)
396.00 maximum allowed income
99.00 a week
19.80 a day
3 hours 40 minutes a day (7.25 an hour, minus taxes [1.81])
18 hours 20 minutes a week (3 hours times five days, 40 minutes times 5 [200 minutes. 200 divided by 60 equals 3.33, or 3 hours 20 minutes])
Mortgage 520.00
Total max allowed 609 (Max safe amount 213.00, Max allowed before deductions 396.00)
152.25 a week
30.45 a day
5 hours 36 minutes a day (7.25 an hour, minus taxes [1.81])
28 hours a week (5 hours times five days [25], 36 minutes times 5 [180 minutes. 180 divided by 60 equals 3 hours])
396.00 maximum allowed income
99.00 a week
19.80 a day
2 hours 15 minutes a day (7.25 an hour)
11 hours 15 minutes a week (2 hours times five days [10], 15 minutes times 5 [75 minutes, or 1 hour 15 minutes])
Mortgage 520.00
Total max allowed 609 (Max safe amount 213.00, Max allowed before deductions 396.00)
152.25 a week
30.45 a day
4 hours 12 minutes a day (7.25 an hour)
21 hours a week (4 hours times five days [20], 12 minutes times 5 [60 minutes]
After taxes max income allowed (5.43 am hour):
Minimum of 18 hours 20 minutes a week, (before i start to lose ssi)
Maximum of 28 hours a week. (Before i lose the money for the mortgage)
Before taxes max income allowed (7.25 an hour):
Minimum of 11 hours 15 minutes a week (before i start to lose ssi)
Maximum of 21 hours a week. (Before i lose the money for the mortgage)
Now let's calculate for minimum wage in its entirety:
Before taxes:
1130 a month
282.50 a week
56.50 a day
7 hours 48 minutes a day (56.50/7.25 [an hour]=7.8 hours [8=4/5=12x4=48])
10:00 am to 6 pm
39 hours a week
After taxes:
1130 a month
282.50 a week
56.50 a day
10 hours 24 minutes a day (56.50/5.24 [an hour]=10.40 hours [4=2/5=12×2=24])
52 hours a week
So IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
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