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Culmination of my CondemnationLast Judgment: The Culmination of my Condemnation
The Prophet Mîkhā'ēl Spitz, upon seeing the floundering fools that fancifully flourish among every facet of society, fell to his knees and wept toward the Heavens: "God, such ambition abomination have adulterated their already apathetic understandings. Angrily striking down those they deem as abnormal, all while being appallingly abominable themselves. Must I suffer these people whose undesirable antitheses is their own underlying self?"
"Yes!" I heard in reply, "But only for a short time, quickly, before they consume themselves with their own prejudice propaganda, preach to them, so that your relentless verbal reverberations may wrathfully put them to rest!"
Therefore, I will let this be my OWN Sermon to the Hypocrites; The Culmination of my Condemnation! With an unbiased bias against all, foolishness does not discriminate, and neither shall I!
I stand amidst a multitude of moronic mundanity, masquerading behind
Chapter 1 An Intoxicated IntroChapter 1
An Intoxicated Introduction
There is a certain kind of sickness that runs through suburbia. Underneath the neatly
cut lawns and freshly paved streets, unseen labyrinths lie filled with sewage that
course through the suburbs like veins pumping blood, and such a suitable form
of blood it is for the suburbs! Likewise, just as the smiling happy suburbanite
faces greet each other daily, great disgust lies bubbling beneath their friendly complexions.
As the Johnsons talk with the Browns, and the Browns talk with the Smiths, rumors spread daily
about each and every member of the suburbs, from one to the other, another to the one.
These facts weren't wasted on the hero of the story, Duke Jersey. No, he knew them
all too well. He has felt the cold sting of his town, Brookfield many a time. Now Duke was a man at the age of 18, of average weight, a tall fellow resting his head in the sky at 6 foot, 1 inches.
An Anti-Hero by all means. His dark brown hair and eyes added a sense of myster
I've Returned from 2012Yes, this is yours truly sporting the latest from 2013! I've traveled to the future recently, a few days after the epic Apocalypse had taken place to be precise. (the only safe point in time...)
For starters, you guys were way off.
It's not the Mayan Calender Doomsday everyone is expecting. The whole Y2K Bug came back, he realized that he couldn't ruin us as he had originally planned. So he spent the next many years plotting.
Now, while everyone is distracted with this new Mayan 2012 Apocalypse, the Y2K Bug utilized that time period to put his real plan into action.
He has mastered the traversing of time, and has since replicated himself in various critical points throughout history.
The bottom line is, a few days before the Mayan Doomsday 21st December 2012, the Y2K Bug (from here on out will be referred to properly as Lord Y2K) managed to pull various horrifying events, such as the Holocaust, The Bombing of Hiroshima/Nagasaki, The Inquisitions, 9/11, and Oprah Winfrey's Birth, along
On Time, Reality and the MindFelt inclined to share some of my past ideas and debates on reality in general I've recently reiterated and compiled.
Though it should be stated I don't believe any of these ideas presented as necessary truth, I did at one point.
Coming from a non-religious dominated perspective, concepts of the beginning of reality don't necessarily demand a linear foundation.
*Time itself, if even believed in, can theoretically be granted an endless array of dimensions. Applying that which define our first three dimensions, to the fourth current understanding of time: Linear time could be looked upon as 1 dimensional. The belief in the possibility of time that breaks off into other paths, not one fixed, but endlessly multiple seemingly linear (or perhaps eventually non-linear, or contrary) foundations which stem from a number of factors involving possibility could be looked upon as an added second dimension.
The third dimension added to this construct of time, could be looked upon as realities that a
Experiments in Vodou, 2007Sometime in the Spring of 07, somewhere in East****** New Jersey, strange experiments were being conducted utilizing the forces of drugs and Vodou. These experiments were the works of the sometimes Mad Scientist, sometimes Psycho Psychonaught, Baron, the ever enigmatic. Bearing the initials M.A.S. Some say these initials are the actual initials of said Psycho Scientist, others say they reveal the date of the Apocalypse. However it has been proven that the so called others are full of complete bullshit, and shouldnt be listened to at all. That said, onward to the experiments!
Baron, being an experienced Psychonaught, has had many enjoyable experiences with Salvia. He expresses great approval for this extraordinarily psychoactive drug, even more so than he does for speaking in the third person! However, these experiments involved more than just Salvia, they involved Cannabis and, (dun dun dun) Vodou, a Haitian religious system/Magickal Paradigm. At the time, the good Ba
The Marijuana Daze, 2007Imagine going back to a time when there was absolute freedom, no fear of punishment. A time when everything just seemed to be going right. A time when the woods of East****** were a place for philosophizing while under the rapture of that fantastic plant; Marijuana. (A plant which always has had a hallucinogenic effect on me, increasing hit after hit, for the duration of how long the hit is held in.) I can recall walking through the woods, (no fear of cops,) headphones on, appreciating all forms of music. If only the pictures I took of the surroundings would glow like they did while I was in the ecstasies of that wonderful herb.
Everything was an adventure then. The woods became my second home, I felt closer to the animals, insects and plants that lived there than ever before. A wonderful escape from the suburbia which is slowly choking off the edges of the woods. The only thing I can compare it to was being in the woods as a little kid.
The first few times I smoked changed my life for
Salvia Divinorum Trip, 2005Salvia Divinorum is an incredibly hard drug for me to try and describe. When smoked enough of, it's effect's, while incredibly overwhelming, seem to fall out of my grasp to fully comprehend them. (Its short and manic duration certainly doesnt help either.) Imagine as you sit here reading this, someone comes up behind you and hits you in the back of the head with an ax. It doesnt physically feel like this, but it is such a radical shift in consciousness that getting struck by an ax seems plausible enough as a description.
When smoked by itself, it usually tends to bring on some physically uncomfortable feelings. Intense perspiration, skin becomes irritated easily, not to mention the smoke tastes something awful, almost synthetic. While high on Cannabis, the Salvia smoke is, for me at least, much more bearable. It also seems to lessen the negative physical feelings (or at least masks them.) I would also recommend taking cough drops and/or cough syrup before
Mariujana Manipulations in 06Building up an amazing high;
First off, it should be said that the participant be completely relaxed in as many manners as possible, giving the marijuana ample room for domination. Allow every aspect of the marijuana to manifest itself in you without resistance. Be as a lifeless puppet granted a spark of existence from this wonderful plant. Every time you take a hit, hold it in for at the very least, 45 seconds, preferable 1-2 minutes, but if your lungs are not usually capable of holding the breath in for long durations of time, 45 seconds should suffice. As you hold it in, allow it to build up, raising your consciousness to another level, allowing for a most wondrous release. When you release the smoke, picture it as a sort of divine orgasm, an ejaculation of smoke. It is also recommended, that between hits, the participant should breath in deeply through the nose, and fully release from the mouth, allowing a few seconds in between inhale and exhale to hold the breath in. This helps t
Ramblings from 06Higher power covers a broad range of possibilities. (A guy in a suit with a beard? Sure, why not?) However he was so consciously massive that the further his consciousness expanded, the more powerful his collapse, (his subconscious, his black hole.) We are just results of this consciousness taking shape, as this being too becomes conscious ever so slowly of something greater than him.
We will live and die again and again and as we progress we become conscious of our future, more and more, until the unity which is our entire known, and becoming known universe becomes the consciousness we unite to become, living and nonexistence, space and time all slowly meshing together to become the one, the whole, only to be born again.
To assume the outcome of these similarities will be met and/or dignified by means of a higher power is as absurd as it is possible.
(There are a few, who are one, each representing a different part of each other, they are connected, yet separate, the distance is the o
Animated EjaculationSpalshes of color, curves and cum fill the screen.
A beautiful image so provocatively obscene.
How I wish to hear her pant, and groan and moan and scream.
A voluptuous fantasy, served covered in cream.
So I gaze and I yank and I spit forth a stream.
Dedicating this motion, to the notion of a dream.
A gleam, a gleam, trickles far down her thighs.
A fantastic image, provoking my eyes.
The silence is shattered by my ecstatic sighs.
Her reality, so perfect it can only be but a lie.
Passion and lust so caged, demand to be freed.
So yearning and churning, I send forth my seed.
Committing again the most devious of deeds.
In the name of satisfaction, forever she pleads.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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