DeYtH Banger
Bridge Of Writing (Domination #1) Learn to write
Chapter 1 Works by DeYtH Banger
A Letter Send to: From: Bloody Illy To: Detective Roger Maguire Text: You already know me very well... or probably you haven't heard about the new strikes which just happen now in California. This out there art is by me... It's my own work... I take the whole credit about it. If you haven't heard about the new crimes... so sad... so sad... the news press are left behind this juicy story. It just kills me that few days have been passed and nobody has suspected anything, this looks like Killer confession. But let's stay nice and calm here. ... If I tell you the whole story looks like I am going to spoil your mind. THere is enough spoilers around the news press. Probably the newspapers and magazines have already spoil you..., a little. But don't worry in this here message I am going to clear! I am very mad at the people which create crime documentary series like "It Takes A Killer" or "Snapped"... I hate the concept in which everything is shown in a very boring way, come on... come on... martial arts are so brilliantly showed and the killing is dry that it makes it one of the most boring jobs.
... Everything about crime docs is so casual... I have been on the internet and it's very difficult for me to get one well written work. I always read one book... I pass few chapters and then I start feeling bored... it's a feeling which is inside me. First few years of being a reader, I thought that the problem is inside me that I just don't get it. But, "No,Noooo" that's a lie... the problem is in the author... they just do casual works and that's what spoils brains like mine. Always there is a killing... then a detective come on... come on and in the end the killer has been caught great... great. I don't see any obstacles, I don't see any challenges. ... I just don't see it in this whole process... where are the docs in which are shown cases which have never been solved... When there is a obstacle it creates a chill for both the killer and detective, but here... what... whatever they do... they always solve the case. SO FUCKING BORINGGGGGGGGGG All killers get the same profile... isn't it an insult for all of them?
Famous The Work is written under names like Shock Rendery, Clive Domic Cooper
Consumer We are consumers, We buy, ... Selling is not consuming Creating is again not consuming, ... Buy why as I writter I go here? ... The answer is Mirror yourself
- But still it's bad now right now to say "Bye" - It is not nice from my side is it? ... ... But under "Bye" I mean "The End" ... But now, right now, is the time not to leave you like now so fast... but to grab you and to make you get right in this story. That's what all writers do... they grab alll their readers and put them inside, it's fucked up when the best runs out... and it 's horrible when the worst comes on the strike.
Both are too much... ... Movies have the ability to go as the story has already happen... it's happening... but you came here and something wrong come out. "Always we were fine until you came here" - That's what should bothers you People leave me to wait in suspense me as a writter to leave you fast... without even one fight? ... Come on you fail in the battle. THE COMBAT, but still it kills me inside when people see me as guilty and don't acknowledge my presence. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CONSUMING ... Than to be consumer... because alll this above shit is conffesions of consumer... life has consuming you and in the end somebody should become a consumer in the name of god and in the name of survival. People lie... you can get near to a lot of people... but this doesn't give you better chances ...
it's just in justable way. ... I use music - DUBSTEp/Deathstep/ Because there are voices in my head and I wanna destroy them... they just kill me.... SELF-DEstruction: On
1960's Part 1 January 21, the story is about Alcatraz that's what now I am watching ... Kill yourself, come on soofabitch, you can't write and you are alive for what? Shouldn't you kill yourself? It creates within pleasure, no masks, no tricks... just one trigger. Nothing wrong is about that, I just wanna deal to make with you, don't worry I won't accommodate with somebody a deal about your body or ur soul. Once I was a collector, not a soul collector, but body collector. People were paying me to collect bodies and hide this bodies to make sure this bodies to gone forever, you know those deals... deals which people pay huge amounts of money. I like money, I am not a greedy bastard. Illy said "1,2,3... up to 7 six to the pig... are you looki right 8 and 9... we are ready to go..." Illy just shoot his next victim, I bet that this guy fucking damn killed her... or she is alive? ...
But soul collecting isn't bad... after all people ... humans... animals are shapen with souls which means that when you take the soul he/she will be die... eventual dead... that's cool... fast strrike nobody can get ready for the God works. I wish I had the privilege to be soul collector. Life is life You can't imagine a hand without a body (ALl Parts) You can't imagine mind without brain... Or Imagine a brain... but in the same time imagine that there isn't brain and there is... can ya? ... In One image to do all that shitty fucks works. P.S. - THe story is going to fail you... bam... splash... bum... in your head ... It fail me... it will fail you. Notta like a 4-5 years old kiddo which is insulting (On the record Yesterday a kid just started insulting me... just out of nothing... out of thin air... how fucked up is that?) ... So How late it means late? ...
What does it really mean in the afternoon? ... People say say "We are going to see each other in the afternoon." - How much late is the afternoon? 13:00 (After Noon Time) 14:00 (After Noon Time) 15:00 (After Noon Time) 16:00 (After Noon Time) 17:00 (After Noon Time) 18:00 (After Noon Time) 19:00 (After Noon Time) ... Which one of those is their choice of afternoon, never has been said... never will be shared. Literature fail me... there are so much works on the internet that nobody should waste any of their pricious time to read shitty in case that there are books which involves crimes which can't be imagine.
1960's Part 2 Life did change you and me all the world, stories shape our minds, films shape our thoughts, books keep us ready for whatever next is going to come. Along the way you gonna find yourself in the shit, this shouldn't be the place where you will stop. You should continue reading choose wisely each next work and author if you are into thriller. Try Going Around authors like Lee Child (I am just joking this guy doesn't cost and a peny any of his works... each work gets shitty and shitty.) James Patterson (That's the real bigger deal, never have read a lot of books written by him, but I joined his Master Class as first and I have read few books written by him and I have watched movies based upon his books.) Stephen King (Around this guy works I have been... and probably 50 works I have read which are written by Stephen King. If you want we to talk about horror, let's talk about Stephen King, this guy really knows what's horror really is. Dan Brown (This guy knows what's a mystery...) Dean Koontz (Great Guy) Jeff Lindsay (The Creator of the Crime Series Dexter) The story is going to continue... She Rob me, or let's put it like she tried to rob me.
Not as Stranger Rob But Relative rob... She tried to still a laptop from me... without even a little bother of asking. WFP WFP WFP WFP WFP ... That's the name of today's image world got changed and I gonna repeat that until you got that. Today's progress is that I didn't jerk off... it can be put as long time not very long period. Yesterday's progress is that I talked to random people man and woman... men and women... girl and boy... boys and girls. This is a nice progress... it's something out of my ordinary days. He. Hated Her She, had him but wanted a story...
Now what's the WHOLE POINT OF THIS WHOLE STORY Blood Diamond - That's today's my choice for what to watch.
Chapter 2 SCP-Files
SCP-039 Item #: SCP-039 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures:All instances of SCP-039 are to be contained in Site-77's Wilderness Observation Chamber-2B. At least two (2) security personnel are to monitor the interior and exterior of SCP-039's chamber, and are to rotate every six (6) hours. Staff members may not access SCP-039's chamber without an accompanying escort from site security, and may only do so for research purposes, or for the examination of the chamber for containment sabotage or contraband, which is to occur weekly. As of 9-18-20██, SCP-039-8 has become pregnant; responsibility for its containment has been reassigned to personnel in the veterinary observation wing. Description: SCP-039 consists of twenty-three (23) instances of Nasalis larvatus, or proboscis monkey, who have been subject to radical anatomical changes. The eyes and mouths of SCP-039 are absent, leaving the face bare save for the nose and its accompanying nasal passages. Instances of SCP-039 possess acute auditory and tactile sense to compensate for a lack of eyes, relying mostly on physical contact with objects to perceive them, and on loud nasal snorts as a sort of echolocation to help them navigate in their environment. Necropsies have also revealed the digestive system to be absent; how instances of SCP-039 obtain nutrition — or, alternately, how they survive without it — is still a subject of research. Instances of SCP-039 display signs of sapience, examples of which include communication via nasal snorts, an understanding of spoken English, and a complex understanding of machinery. Adult instances have demonstrated the ability to operate mechanical tools, and
possess the ability to repair and manufacture various pieces of technology, such as disassembling and reassembling an internal combustion engine, and efficiently wiring a small apartment room. Testing has shown that SCP-039 appear to work more efficiently individually, rather than in groups, as instances of SCP-039 will often become distracted by one another. Occasionally when working, instances of SCP-039 will clutch their abdomens and emit distressed vocalizations. If food is located nearby, they will attempt to smear their faces with the substance. It is currently hypothesized that this indicates that SCP-039 is the result of artificial manipulation of normal Nasalis larvatus specimens, with documents recovered during containment supporting this hypothesis. (see Addendum SCP-039-A) SCP-039 are capable of reproduction and gestation not unlike Nasalis larvatus; as of the time of this writing, five (5) instances of SCP-039 have been born. SCP-039 show a very close bond among their species, with newborns often being cared for by all capable adults. New instances are born with anatomical anomalies similar to other instances of SCP-039, but lack the knowledge of other instances. Parent instances will educate newborns on communication and basic skills until they reach the age of six (6) months, at which point technological ability will be taught by other adult instances. SCP-039 were recovered from an uninhabited research facility fifty (50) kilometers from the nearby town of ████████, Nevada. Documents recovered during containment placed ownership of the facility under ██████ █████, a company funding research for the advancement of natural human ability. Twenty (20) instances of SCP039 had been apparently living in and maintaining the facility for an unknown period of time. Additional recovered documents indicate that a project was being conducted to augment human intelligence. This project appears to have been cancelled shortly before the company's collapse, with the assets sold to an unnamed group. Further research into ██████ █████ and the groups that acquired its assets has revealed several other anomalous objects,
including SCP-1513. Addendum SCP-039-A One additional instance of SCP-039 was discovered during containment operations of SCP-1328. Agents are currently following up on any reports indicating the existence of further instances outside of containment. Addendum SCP-039-B Several documents recovered during initial containment appear to notate the early prototyping stage of SCP039's development. Research has begun to develop a way to recreate the process that creates new SCP-039 instances; however, the damage the notes had accumulated prior to containment has rendered many of them unreadable.
SCP-038 Item #: SCP-038 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedure: SCP-038 is to be watered twice per day via overhead mister. Should the mister break for any reason, attendants should water SCP-038 by hand until it has been fixed. Lighting is provided by computer-controlled lighting array. Attendants watering SCP-038 by hand and maintenance personnel fixing mister or lighting should wear hazmat suits to prevent accidental cloning. Description: SCP-038 was found on an abandoned farm in █████████████, New York, in 19██. It was at first thought to be a common apple tree. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that SCP-038 was growing things other than apples and, in fact, other than fruit. SCP-038 has the ability to clone any object that touches its bark. Objects begin growing almost instantaneously and reach maturity within a matter of minutes. A weight limit of 90.9 kg (200 lb) per object has been previously recorded. Objects that SCP-038 has thus far cloned include: apples, oranges, watermelons, eggplants, candy bars, snack foods (See Addendum #1), televisions, toasters, laptops, keys (See Addendum #2), chairs, wine, DVDs, CDs (See Addendum #3), cats, dogs, and people. Human and animal cloning through SCP-038 is not recommended, as they appear to age quickly. The majority of these clones live, on average, two (2) weeks. After thorough examination of the deceased clones, it has been determined that they had begun to ferment before death. Object is currently held on Site-23 and there are currently no plans to move it. Addendum #1: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of items from the vending machines. (See Document #338-1) Addendum #2: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue
the cloning of personal items. (See Document #338-1) Addendum #3: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of movies and music. (See Document #338-1) Addendum #4: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of cans of Miller, Budweiser, and Foster's. Dr. Klein has furthermore expressed customary disapproval of the quality of such cloned items. (See Document #338-1b) Document #338-1: "I would like to remind all personnel that SCP-038 is not, I repeat, nota toy. It should not be used for cloning car keys, movies, music, or items from the vending machines. If this behavior continues I will be forced to limit access to SCP-038. - Dr. Klein" Document #338-2: It has been noted that SCP-038 is able to clone SCP-500 — however, such pills only work 30% of the time, with chance of successful healing dropping as time since cloned increases. In 60% of the cases where the infection is permanent, symptoms of infection remain, though further infection is neutralized. SCP-038 Partial Testing Log - select experiments only For full test records and reports, contact affiliated researchers for authorization Date: 11/08/████ Intent: Confirmation of mass limit: investigation into consequences of exceeding limit. Summary of test results: 400 pound steel ingot made contact with the outer bark of SCP-038. Chamber vacated as a precaution. Cloned ingot grew at typical speed, but growth halted abruptly short of completion. Examination of the end of the aborted facsimile revealed a rough texture superficially resembling miniature-scale tree bark. Item detached from SCP-038 as typical, and was subsequently found to weigh 90.91 kilograms, or almost precisely 200 pounds. Date: 11/08/████ Intent: Investigation into duplication of non-biological animate matter. Summary of test results: SCP-173, deemed a suitable test subject because of its lack of verifiable life processes, introduced into containment chamber by Class-D personnel. Contact made with the outer bark of SCP-038, and SCP-173 returned immediately to
containment. SCP-173 facsimile began development at typical speed, beginning at point of contact. As consistent with previous results, growth halted at the 200-pound threshold, in this case terminating development after replication of the head, right arm, and partial upper torso. Class-D test subject was ordered to break eye contact with clone. When test subject eventually blinked, no movement was observed in cloned material. Extinguishing and reestablishment of containment chamber light supply revealed no apparent reaction from cloned material. Experiment concluded. During storage of cloned portion of SCP-173, it was observed that the partial facsimile was in fact making violent gestures, at a dramatically slower rate. Movement was shown to continue regardless of state of observation.
Saying And who is saying that? ... The guy who failed in life... the guy was killed
SCP-034
File photo of SCP-034 Item #: SCP-034 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures:SCP-034 is to be kept in a secure room with access granted only to Level 4 personnel. SCP-034 itself will be kept in a locked case that is under 24-hour surveillance. When not in lab conditions, SCP-034's protective sheath cannot be removed under any circumstances. Any personnel in contact with SCP-034 must be placed under a 24-hour observation period until their identities can be confirmed. Description: SCP-034 is a primitive knife constructed out of pure obsidian. Tests reveal that SCP-034 is approximately 1000 years old. Despite its crude method of construction and age, SCP-034 is still incredibly sharp and requires no maintenance at all. Expert analysis hypothesizes that SCP-034 may be of South American origin, and that it was used in Native American rituals. Several accounts from Spanish conquistadors exploring the █████████ region support this hypothesis, with detailed writings on how █████ priests would flay their victims alive with similar knives and wear their skin as a tribute to their gods.
SCP-034 has the ability to allow its bearer to take on the appearance of another individual. If SCP-034 is used to cut a piece of flesh from a living individual, and that piece of flesh is placed against the skin of another individual, the second individual would take on not only the appearance, but all physical characteristics of the first individual. Testing has shown that the minimum amount of skin required can be as little as one (1) square centimeter. However, testing has also revealed that the amount of time the facade lasts is directly proportional to the amount of flesh used. The ratio of time the facade lasts to flesh used has been measured at approximately one (1) hour for every square centimeter used. Once the time limit has passed, the affected individual will revert to his original form. Analysis of SCP-034's ability shows that its method of mimicking another individual is nearly flawless. Not only does SCP-034 change physical appearance, but actual physical attributes as well, including height, weight, muscle mass, bone density, hair growth, eyesight, strength, physical medical conditions, and even DNA. Subjects still retain their original personality and memories. Even though the process is nearly instantaneous, taking only a few seconds, human test subjects have described the transformation process as extremely painful. Subjects also may suffer psychological trauma depending on the extent of their physical transformation. Side effects are especially serious if the subject takes on the appearance of a person with differing gender or with wildly different physical attributes. However, in order to function properly, the individuals who have their flesh cut off by SCP-034 must still be biologically alive to maintain the facade. Should the individual whose identity has been stolen expire, the effect immediately wears off. Further details may be found in Lab Report 034A. Also, SCP-034 only appears to work on human subjects. Cross-species experiments with SCP-034 have resulted in [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-034 came into Foundation possession when an imposter disguised as Dr. ███████ attempted to infiltrate Site ██. The
impostor was apprehended when authorities discovered the real Dr. ███████ tied up in his home with a large portion of his right arm skinned. Further details may be found in Post Interrogation Report 2211. Lab Report-034A: We've decided to test several scenarios dealing with the limits of SCP-034's capabilities. *Test 1: Sample taken from deceased human cadaver and applied to subject D-452. No effect. *Test 2: Sample taken from D-532 and applied to D-452. D-452 successfully mimics D-532's appearance. Upon termination of D-532, D-452 immediately reverts back to original form. *Test 3: Sample taken from a brain-dead medical patient and applied to subject D-452. D-452 successfully mimics the patient's appearance and manages to maintain the facade. *Test 4: Sample taken from a terminally ill medical patient and applied to subject D-452. The patient's terminal illness was caused by an inherent genetic defect. D-452 successfully mimics the patient's appearance as well as the patient's illness. Both the terminally ill patient and D-452 expire at the same time, after which D-452 reverts back to original form. *Test 5: [DATA EXPUNGED] Post Interrogation Report 2211: As per standard operating procedure, we first attempted to interrogate the prisoner via non-violent and non-invasive means. However, when such methods proved ineffective, we began to implement conventional interrogation techniques. While partially successful, we deemed it necessary to use SCP-███, SCP-███, SCP███, and SCP-███. We managed to learn the following facts: *The prisoner had extensive knowledge on the existence of the Foundation and its inner workings. *The prisoner had extensive knowledge on other SCP-related
agencies and groups. *The prisoner was not acting under any official capacity from any government agency. *The prisoner obtained SCP-034 and instructions on its operation from an unknown benefactor. *The prisoner was given very specific instructions to infiltrate Site-██ and maintain his position until further notice. *The prisoner had enough samples of Dr. ███████ to stay within Site-██ for ██ days. Regrettably, the prisoner did not survive interrogation. -Agent ██████
SCP-035
Depiction of SCP-035 without its ever-present secretions Item #: SCP-035 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures:SCP-035 is to be kept within a hermetically sealed glass case, no fewer than 10 centimeters (4 inches) thick. This case is to be contained within a steel, iron and lead-shielded room at all times. Doors are to be triple-locked at all times, with the exception of allowing personnel in or out. No fewer than two (2) armed guards are to be posted at any time. Guards must remain outside at all times and are not allowed within the containment room under any circumstances. A trained psychologist is to remain on site at all times. Research personnel are not to touch SCP-035 at any time. SCP-035 must be moved to a new sealed case every two (2) weeks. The previous case must be disposed of via SCP101, as it shows no adverse reactions to SCP-035's “corruption�. Anyone who comes into contact with SCP-035 when it is in possession of a host is to be given an immediate psychological
evaluation. Description: SCP-035 appears to be a white porcelain comedy mask, although, at times, it will change to tragedy. In these events, all existing visual records, such as photographs, video footage, even illustrations, of SCP-035 automatically change to reflect its new appearance. A highly corrosive and degenerative viscous liquid constantly seeps from the eye and mouth holes of SCP-035. Anything coming into contact with this substance slowly decays over a period of time, depending on the material, until it has decayed completely into a pool of the original contaminant. Glass seems to react the slowest to the effects of the item, hence the construction choice of its immediate container. Living organisms that come into contact with the substance react much the same way, with no chance of recovery. Origin of the liquid is unknown. Liquid is only visible from the front, and does not emerge or is even visible from the other side. Subjects within 1.5 to 2 meters (5-6 feet) of SCP-035, or in visual contact with it, experience a strong urge to put it on. When SCP-035 is placed on the face of an individual, an alternate brain wave pattern from SCP-035 overlaps that of the original host, effectively snuffing it out and causing brain death to the subject. Subject then claims to be the consciousness contained within SCP-035. The bodies of "possessed" subjects decay at a highly accelerated rate, eventually becoming little more than mummified corpses. Nevertheless, SCP035 has demonstrated the ability to remain in cognitive control of a body experiencing severe structural damage, even if the subject's body literally decays to the point where motion is not mechanically possible. No effect is found to be had when placed on the face of an animal. Conversations with SCP-035 have proven to be informative. Researchers have learned various details about other SCP objects and history in general, as SCP-035 claims to have been at many momentous events. SCP-035 displays a highly intelligent and charismatic personality, being both amiable and flattering to all
those who speak with it. SCP-035 has scored in the 99th percentile on all intelligence and aptitude tests administered to it, and appears to have a photographic memory. However, psychological analysis has discovered SCP-035 to possess a highly manipulative nature, capable of forcing sudden and profound changes to interviewer's psychological state. SCP-035 has proven to be highly sadistic, prompting some to commit suicide and transforming others into near-mindless servants with linguistic persuasion alone. SCP-035 has stated that it has intimate knowledge of the workings of the human mind and implied that it could change anyone's views if given enough time. Additional: SCP-035 was found in a sealed crypt in an abandoned house in Venice, in 18██. Addendum 035-01: SCP-035 has been found to be able to possess anything that has a humanoid shape, including mannequins, corpses, and statues. SCP-035 has been able to motivate all into movement, removing the need to expose live subjects to SCP-035. Still, anything it possesses inevitably decays into motionlessness. Addendum 035-02: SCP-035 has facilitated an escape attempt, convincing several of the research staff to aid it in its bid for freedom. Insurrection failed. All staff that have been in contact with SCP-035 have been terminated, and mandatory psychiatric evaluations have been implemented for all personnel coming in contact with SCP-035. Addendum 035-03: It has been determined that SCP-035 is capable of telepathy, whether or not it possesses a host, even penetrating to the subconscious of others, and using the knowledge it finds to its advantage. Extreme caution is advised when choosing subjects to converse with SCP-035. Addendum 035-04: SCP-035 has expressed an interest in other SCPs, most notably SCP-517 and SCP-682. Dr. ██████ has expressed worry that should SCP-035 bond with either, their
regenerative qualities would negate its corruption and give it a permanent host. Addendum 035-05: After several more escape attempts, and after reviewing SCP-035's incident record, high command has ordered that it be permanently sealed within the facility and prohibited from being allowed any more hosts. Several personnel have protested against this, with some even erupting into violence. As a direct result, all personnel that have come into contact with SCP-035 have been terminated. Going forward, all personnel that deal with SCP-035 are to be rotated frequently, and contact is to be limited even to its dormant state to as little as possible. Addendum 035-06: Personnel within 10 meters of SCP-035 have recently reported feeling unease, stating that they can hear unintelligible whispering. Several others have suffered from severe migraines. Object has been monitored, but there is no change in its dormant behavior, and no sounds have been recorded. The motion to reinstate SCP-035's host privileges has been brought up once more, if only on a temporary basis to discover these new changes in the object's behavior. (Denied) Addendum 035-07: The walls of SCP-035's containment cell have suddenly begun secreting a black substance. Tests on the substance have revealed it to be human blood, although highly contaminated with several foreign and unknown agents. Substance is corrosive, having a pH of 4.5, and prolonged exposure to the walls has proven to be detrimental to their structural integrity. More notably, it seems to be forming patterns on the walls. Several segments seem to be paragraphs in various languages, including Italian, Latin, Greek, and Sanskrit. Translation is pending. Other segments appear to be diagrams depicting ritualistic sacrifice and mutilation, often for the arcane benefit of the person committing them. Several staff members have been shocked to note that all of the sacrifices bear an uncanny resemblance to various
personnel and their loved ones, often in conflicting positions. Researchers while in the room examining these newly formed patterns have complained of hearing loud whispering, and high pitched, unnerving laughter at irregular intervals. Personnel in the section working daily near and around SCP-035's containment unit have suffered catastrophic morale damage, with an all time high in suicide rates in staff in that area, whether or not they have ever had contact with SCP-035. The only change in SCP-035's dormant behavior is regarding its contained glass case. Degradation of the case has increased to a high degree, enough so that the glass will occasionally shatter, causing a wide dispersal of SCP-035's contaminant. This occurs quite often at the most inopportune times, so far resulting in six (6) casualties and three (3) fatalities of both research and cleanup staff. Addendum 035-08: In light of the mass suicide/homicide of the members of the research team tasked with translating the passages garnered from SCP-035's containment cell, the morale damage in the area, and general loss of staff dealing with SCP-035 to either death or insanity, it has been decided to coat the inner and outer walls of its containment cell with SCP-148, which has proved well in the containment of SCP-132 (see Document 132-01), in order to hopefully block out the high levels of negativity being emitted by SCP-035. Addendum 035-09: The use of SCP-148 has worked well, causing morale and suicide rates to return to near pre-SCP-035 rates. However, the material appears to facilitate the negativity within the cell, causing a veritable "Greenhouse Effect" inside. Personnel inside the cell have stated that they feel a heavy sense of dread, fear, anger, and general depression, as well as hearing constant, nearly inaudible whispering upon immediate entry. A prolonged stay causes severe migraines, suicidal tendencies, heavy hemorrhaging of blood vessels around the eyes and inside the mouth and nose, general hostility to others, and for the whispering to increase to almost
deafening volumes, intersected by a constant mocking laughter. Exposure of more than three (3) hours inevitably results in the subject falling into a deep psychosis, and attempting to harm either themselves or others. Most spoke in Latin or Greek, despite the fact that several did not previously know how to speak said languages beforehand. The presence of blood in both word and diagram formations has increased disproportionately, the walls becoming cluttered, and the formations beginning to overlap each other. The substance has proven to be both difficult to clean, and even more corrosive than was originally recorded, with a pH of roughly 2.4. General estimation gives the current walls a life of two (2) months before they will need replacement. It is becoming gradually more and more difficult to contain SCP035, and the debate to reinstate its host privileges has once again come up. (Denied) Addendum 035-10: The walls, ceiling and floor of SCP-035's containment cell have now been completely saturated in blood. All personnel entering and guarding the area must wear full Hazmat protection suits. Constant cleaning efforts are being instated. Addendum 035-11: The magnitude, intensity, and recurrence of the phenomena that occur within SCP-035's containment cell have increased to an alarming degree. The cell door has been known to become locked of its own accord while personnel are inside, and unable to be opened for a period of time. Appendages form out of the larger puddles of blood and often attempt to grab or harm personnel near them. Blurry apparitions have started appearing to staff. Electronic devices no longer work inside the cell, and the light cannot be turned on, though there is no physical reason why it does not work, forcing those entering to use non-electric based light sources. Cleaning measures are having no discernible effect on the cell, and the walls are degrading at a very high rate, forcing them to be
replaced within a week at best, although the blood makes it nearly impossible to properly achieve this. SCP-035 may have to be moved to a new cell entirely, with the old one sealed off and disengaged from the rest of the facility.
SCP-036
The Pilgrimage Flight awaiting take-off Item #: SCP-036 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures:Once every year, a mobile task force is dispatched from Containment Command-02 in [EXPUNGED] to Site-22A to defend the runway and airport located there. The civilian facility is to be cleared of all non-SCP personnel by 0400 hours of September 23 and none are allowed to return until sunrise the next day. On October 1, all civilians must be evacuated again before sunrise and will not be allowed on to Site-22A until the return of the "Pilgrimage flight." Pilgrims in transit from the "Arrival Flight" awaiting departure on the "Pilgrim Flight" may only be cross-examined by researchers with Level 3 security level clearance or higher. Description: SCP-036 includes the location, Site-22A (a small airport in the Mosul region of northern Iraq) and Site-22B (the destination of passengers boarding at Site-22A). The key components of SCP-036 are: The "Arrival flight"- A passenger plane (that varies in make and model from year to year) that arrives shortly before dawn on
September 23. It appears on radar about 30-40 kilometers away from Site-22A. When it lands, "pilgrims" exit the plane and enter the terminal. No crew have ever left the plane. Observations have only revealed a masked pilot and co-pilot. This plane leaves quickly after pilgrims exit and does not wait for clearance for take off, nor does it identify itself upon approach for landing. The "Pilgrims"- People of the Yazidi faith that exit the "Arrival" plane, who are said to be undergoing the ''kiras guhorĂŽn''. Each year they are examined and identified as various people of the Yazidi faith that have died during the previous year. This is done through birth certificates, photo IDs, specific knowledge questions, and when possible, finger printing. Most have been known to be friendly and amicable though most are reluctant to give details about the kiras guhorĂŽn. In the past, all have shown to be unable to recognize family and friends or been able to remember any information beyond what short term memory would normally allow. In the late afternoon of September 23rd, most pilgrims begin to emphasize how important it is that their pilgrimage must begin. At that time, they file onto the "Pilgrimage flight" plane and depart, never to be seen again. The "Pilgrimage Flight"- A passenger plane provided by SCP personnel for the transport of "the pilgrims," it is manned by a crew of trained Yazidi holy men. The crew are typically never able to elaborate upon details of the pilgrimage or what the kiras guhorĂŽn actually is. SCP equipment on board function optimally but recorded data will only slightly increase our understanding of the pilgrimage each year. Though the flight is gone for seven days, the crew and recorded data are only able to account for a few hours. Days are missing from time recording equipment and cameras, though nothing abnormal is ever observed. The plane disappears from radar and visual contact is lost about 50-60 km away from Site-22A until it returns about sunrise on October 1. Site-22B- The destination of the "Pilgrimage plane," it is a small airport consisting of a runway and single building located at
coordinates [EXPUNGED]. It has only been observed by "Pilgrimage crew" and cameras on the plane. It does not appear on satellite images and attempts to reach it on foot have failed, once with disastrous results. Cameras have trouble focusing on the area, as the heat from the ground usually causes a miragelike visual effect on all objects more than a few dozen meters from the plane. A fly over with an SCP reconnaissance plane several weeks before the pilgrimage revealed undeveloped land and what looked like an ancient stone statue. In the 1990s, SCP Mobile Task Force Sigma-4 attempted to reach Site-22B during the time of the pilgrimage. Upon the approach, communication was lost and the Task force was never heard from again. No other exploration attempts are advised during the seven (7) day pilgrimage.
Yazidi Holy men shortly before the pilgrimage Originally, the Kurdish speaking Yazidi people around Mosul secretly performed the Pilgrimage themselves. Pilgrims from the east were escorted by masked armed guards on camel back into the care of Yazidi holy men. It has been explained that the holy men would then take the pilgrims west to their "land of the dead," where the pilgrims would wait to be "reborn" back into the Yazidi people. The ''kiras guhorĂŽn'', literally Kurdish for "changing garments," is used to describe the belief of reincarnation that lesser souls of the Yazidi undergo. While this actual pilgrimage was done in secret, a symbolic pilgrimage and ''kiras guhorĂŽn'' are performed every year at this time by other Yazidi. During the 1960s, land acquisition by Kurds and Muslims, attacks by Turks, and punitive laws by the Islamic Iraqi Government, restricted the movements and customs of the Yazidi. During that time, the Foundation stepped in and offered aid in the way of an
advantageous clause that granted SCP planes unrestricted access to airport facilities in the area. Almost immediately, mysterious planes carrying pilgrims from the east began landing at the local airport and an elusive airport at the destination appeared as well.
Chapter 3 More SCP Files
SCP-3686 Item #: SCP-3686 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: Original Containment Procedures: SCP-3686 is to be contained within the security staff quarters of Satellite Office 102. SCP-3686 is to be fitted with a GPS tracker, and stored within a wood and glass flag display case. Mobile Task Force and Security Personnel may be recruited on a volunteer basis for a rotational roster to possess SCP-3686 within Satellite Office 102. Volunteers desiring to be added to this list can contact Satellite Office 102 security director Sgt. Danvers. Revised Containment Procedures: SCP-3686-2 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-217. SCP-3686 is to fitted with a GPS tracking device, and stored within a wood and glass flag display case. At this time, no additional testing is required with SCP-3686. Requests to transfer SCP-3686 to a new instance of SCP-3686 are to be denied, without Level 4 approval. In the event of SCP-3686-2's death, SCP-3686 may be passed to a willing host, with Level 4 approval. Description: SCP-3686 is a burial flag from the United States of America, dated to 2015, which creates a memetic memory construct in anyone who possesses SCP-3686 within certain conditions. SCP-3686's anomalous effect will only occur if the owner of SCP3686 willingly possesses1SCP-3686. Testing with security personnel has shown that if SCP-3686 is given to an individual without their knowledge2, or without willing acceptance of the object3, its anomalous effect will not manifest and will continue to present to its previous owner. Attempts to relinquish SCP-3686 without a willing recipient have shown to have no effect on SCP-3686's memetic effect. It is hypothesized that if the current owner of SCP-3686 expires, SCP3686-1's effect would not spread, beyond its usual mechanism.
SCP-3686's specific memory construct is a belief that the current possessor of SCP-3686 had a brother named "Evan" hereafter referred to as SCP-3686-1. Subjects will invariably express that SCP3686-1 was killed in action while serving in the U.S. Army forces in Afghanistan on October 22, 2015. SCP-3686-1 has been identified as Evan ████████, brother of PoI-2722 (see attached security report), who was confirmed killed in action on October 22, 2015 in █████, Afghanistan. Subjects do not present any other memetic effects, though several subjects report various levels of depression regarding SCP-3686-1. Upon the transfer of SCP-3686 to a new owner, the previous subject loses all knowledge of SCP-3686-1. At this time, no specific anti-memetic effect regarding SCP-36861 has been observed beyond the initial memory erasure. Subjects previously affected by SCP-3686-1 have had no difficulty retaining knowledge of SCP-3686, SCP-3686-1, or being affected by SCP3686's memetic effect upon subsequent possession of SCP-3686. Addendum - December 17, 2019 SCP-3686-2 has shown signs of significant changes in personality, memory, and behavior, due to the effects of SCP-3686. At this time, SCP-3686-2 believes itself to be PoI-2722. The earliest detection of this effect was October 2018, with the effect intensifying as SCP3686-2 continued to be exposed to SCP-3686. At this time, it is beleived that the removal of SCP-3686 (either through the acceptance by a willing host, or through anti-memetic or amnestic treatments) would result in significant emotional and potentially physiological damage to SCP-3686-2. Foundation Psychiatric and Neurological assessments have advised against attempting to remove SCP-3686 at this time. Due to this condition, SCP-3686-2's containment shall remain indefinite, and SCP-3686 is not to be given to any other personnel hereafter. PoI-2722 was re-acquired by the Foundation on ██/██/████, and questioned regarding the intensification of SCP-3686's effect. PoI-2722 refuted any intention for SCP-3686 to cause harm to SCP3686-2, or personnel in general. Interrogation was conducted using Class-A, B, and C veritants, which confirmed these statements. PoI-
2722 was placed to a psychiatric facility under Foundation control for observation, following interrogation. PoI-2722's specific whereabouts and activities can be found in Document-P-2722-OF.
Close Addendum Prepared by the Department of Internal Security Reporter: Sgt. Danvers, Chief of Security, Satellite Office 102 Date of Report October 22, 2017 Incident PoI approached Foundation assets Summary: On October 22, 2017, PoI-2722 ██████ ████████ approached a Foundation satellite office, and walked in requesting to speak with Foundation Personnel. PoI-2722 was identified as a former member of the group known as Are We Cool Yet? and was detained. PoI-2722 was interviewed below: Interviewers: Dr. Stephens, Sgt. Danvers standing by as security BEGIN LOG PoI-2722: You guys are Foundation right? Dr. Stephens: How do you know about the Foundation? PoI-2722: Does it goddamned matter? Are you, or not? Dr. Stephens radios to a Level-4 Staff member. Dr. Stephens: Yes. We are Foundation personnel. PoI-2722: Okay. Okay, good. I want you to have this. PoI-2722 withdraws SCP-3686 slowly from their backpack. Security staff level their weapons. PoI-2722: Whoa. It's not gonna make you crazy, or do anything insane. It's just a flag. It… it's got an anomaly or whatever you call
it, but I want you guys to contain it. Dr. Stephens: I don't understand. Why bring this to us? PoI-2722 became visibly distressed, and struggled to maintain their composure. PoI-2722: Please. I don't—. PoI-2722 pauses for several moments. I just can't deal with it anymore, but he should be remembered…I just can't. It's not harmful. Or even really anart… I just… someone should remember him. He was a good brother, and he just—. He wanted to serve his country so badly. I wanted to tell him no, but he… PoI-2722 began to cry, and could not continue the conversation at this point. The director of security for Satellite Office 102 steps forward into the camera frame. Sgt. Danvers: Which branch, son? PoI-2722 regains their composure enough to continue. PoI-2722: Army. Sgt. Danvers walks forward to the table, and picks up SCP-3686. Upon picking up SCP-3686, he stiffens for several seconds. His eyes come to rest on SCP-3686 in his hands, and can be observed to begin crying. PoI-2722 visibly relaxes, calming down significantly. Dr. Stephens: Are you okay Sergeant? Sgt. Danvers: Yeah, I just…I forgot today was when Evan was KIA. Let's wrap this up Doc, I've got a bottle of something put away. PoI-2722: So what now? I get shoved in to some dark hole, where I'm never heard from again? Dr. Stephens looks from Sgt. Danvers to PoI-2722 several times. Dr. Stephens: Ahh. I see. Danvers, before you head off duty, please take this young man to outbound processing. END LOG PoI-2722 was administered class A Amnestics, and released. A Foundation tracking team was assigned to monitor PoI-2722 in the future. To date, no further anomalous activity has been observed by PoI-2722. Final Summary The security staff, and myself will take on SCP-3686 on a rotational basis. Dr. Stephens doesn't agree with my assessment completely but understands why we'd rather just keep the thing
contained in the security quarters. Protocol of course dictates that no contact be made with the object at all, but the kid's brother deserves better than that.
Close Addendum Prepared by the Department of Internal Security Reporter: Lt. Michael McIntyre Date of Report Nov 19, 2017 Incident Compromise of Foundation Assets Summary Following the report by Sgt. Danvers on Oct. 22, 2017, it was determined that an anomaly had compromised Satellite Office 102. Foundation agents were dispatched to apprehend Sgt. Danvers at Satellite Office 102. At this time, there are no other significant Foundation assets at Satellite Office 102, and it is recommended that Satellite Office 102 be shut down. Dr. DiChiara and Lt. McIntyre were dispatched from Site-217 in order to determine the cause of the breach, and how to prevent further breaches. Attached is the interview with Sgt. Danvers. At the time, one of his subordinates (Pvt. Kadesh) was the subject of SCP-3686 (hereafter properly designated as SCP-3686-2). Interviewers: Dr. DiChiara, Lt. McIntyre BEGIN LOG Dr. DiChiara: Sergeant, tell us why exactly you decided to leave a skip uncontained? Sgt. Danvers: It wasn't uncontained. Did you read the initial
report? Procedures were in place, and are being followed to the letter. I believe Kadesh is currently in rotation. Dr. DiChiara: We did. We don't agree with your containment procedures, and especially the flippant attitude exposing Foundation personnel to an anomaly without cause. Sgt. Danvers: Of course there's cause. SCP-3686-1 doesn't deserve to be forgotten. Kadesh volunteered like the rest of us. Dr. DiChiara: Regardless of the voluntary nature of this exposure, why is that a priority? Containment is your first priority Sergeant. Sgt. Danvers appears agitated at this question. Sgt. Danvers: Is that a joke? Do you think this kid just deserves to be forgotten? Dr. DiChiara: I'm not sure I understand. Sgt. Danvers: We have a chance here to contain a skip, and not let a fallen soldier be forgotten. That's worth a little insecurity. > Dr. DiChiara: Now I'm sure that I do not understand. Lt. McIntyre: I think I see why you did this. You felt that the loss of security was worth this soldier not being "forgotten" as you put it? Sgt. Danvers: Exactly. We've lost enough men and women in that sandpit, none of them deserve to be just…forgotten, the only remnant of them locked in a damn hole. Dr. DiChiara: No one is forgetting the existence of SCP-3686-1. The records are clear that he was Killed in Action, the U.S. Army records are clear. Sgt. Danvers makes several gestures with his hands, attempting to explain. Sgt. Danvers: It's not the same, you don't understand. Lt. McIntyre: I think I see what's going on here. This is…something that is common for United States soldiers who are killed in action? Sgt. Danvers: You can put it that way, I guess. I don't…it's not that easy to explain. Lt. McIntyre: Doctor, a moment? Lt. McIntyre and Dr. DiChiara exit the room, and consult for several minutes. They return, and re-seat themselves at the table. Lt. McIntyre: Sergeant, I think I understand why you did this. There was little risk of containment breach, and you felt this was important? Important enough to ignore protocol?
Sgt. Danvers: Precisely. Lt. McIntyre: I think we may have an alternate solution for you. Final Summary Sgt. Danvers was offered the chance to become the permanent SCP-3686-2, and be put in to containment. Sgt. Danvers agreed, with the condition that upon his retirement from The Foundation, or his inability to serve as SCP-3686-2, SCP-3686 is to be transferred to a new host. This was considered acceptable to Level 4 staff, and Sgt. Danvers was officially designated SCP-3686-2. On a more personal note, this entire situation could have been avoided. It is my recommendation at this time to adopt a policy of multi-cultural directorship of incoming anomalies in order to avoid cultural bias towards containment and acceptable safety measures. Footnotes1. Defined as consciously considering themselves the owner of SCP-3686. Distance from SCP-3686 has shown no change in this effect.2. Testing with security personnel involved placing SCP3686 inside of footlockers, and personal effects. SCP-3686's memetic effect was not observed to occur in these cases.3. Testing with security staff involving the refusal to accept SCP-3686 did not show its memetic effect in the unwilling recipient of SCP-3686.
SCP-093 Item #: SCP-093 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: See testing document SCP-093T1 for outline of testing conditions. SCP-093 must remain on a mirror at all times and under video surveillance. Admittance into the area of SCP-093's containment must be authorized only with proper video recording and subject retrieval procedures in place. Any attempt to use SCP-093 outside of an approved test will be dealt with severely, up to and including termination. Description: SCP-093 is a primarily red disc carved from a stone composite resembling cinnabar, with circular engravings and unknown symbols carved at 0.5 cm depth around the entire object. Deeper cuts are present on SCP-093 with a depth of 1 to 1.5 cm. SCP-093 is 7.62 cm in diameter and fits comfortably into most palms without abrasion. SCP-093 will change hue when held by a living individual. The colors taken by SCP-093 are still being researched to establish a link. Current belief holds that the changes depend upon regrets carried by the holder. If SCP-093 is removed from a mirror and not held by a person, it will seek out the nearest mirror-like surface. SCP-093 has been observed to travel in the largest possible circle while rolling, building up phenomenal speed. The mechanism of this acceleration is currently unknown. If an obstacle is between SCP-093 and the nearest mirror-like surface, it will use this momentum to punch through the obstacle and continue on its course at this speed. It will only stop when a mirror-like surface is contacted. Despite tremendous impact velocities, no damage will be dealt to SCP-093 or the mirror. Additional Notes: No records exist to clarify the nature of SCP093's discovery or presence in the Foundation. See SCP-093-OD. Since no records exist explaining SCP-093's method of containment, a test procedure was initiated to establish why mirrors must be used to contain it. The results of SCP-093-T1 lead to the discovery of living
beings holding SCP-093 being able to move through mirrors and the series of tests in SCP-093-T2 to ascertain the destination reached through this travel. SCP-093 Original Documentation Item #: SCP-093 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-093 is to be kept on a silver lined mirror on a 0.3x0.23m (1ftx9in) pedestal at least 1.22m (4ft) off the ground floor in containment cell block ████. Object is not to be contained in areas exceeding 3.66x3.05m (12x10ft) nor placed on mahogany, pine, cherry or aluminum pedestals above or below level 1 of containment cell block ████. Object can be handled safely, albeit gently, without consequences. Tests and consequences thereof involving containment conditions can be viewed in SectionB:35-1 of the attached report. Description: Object was found on the shore of the Red Sea, 30 Jan 1968, emitting a low sigh and a dim blue gleam. Its color has since turned into an orange mix of red only emitting a hum of varying volume whilst in the presence of female examiners of ages between 34 and 41. SCP-093 resembled the documented blue for 54:34 at 1:23 on 26 April 1986 coincidentally when the body of 194-9834 was discovered in Research Facility █████. Ties between 194-9834 and SCP-093 remain inconclusive and effects of prolonged exposure to 093 remain unknown except for infrequent reports of periods of calmness and in the case of 2420049 as periodic waves of depression, loss of balance and thoughts of suicide. These feelings have reportedly not exceeded eleven days in duration. Object seemed to react to the presence of 242-0056 by turning light violet for no more than 2:09, as documented on 12 March 1993. Effects of this reaction remain unknown. Additional Notes: Origins of 093 remain unknown and documents of recovery of 093 have since been destroyed in a fire in Research Facility █████, 09 December 1989. Reports on the feelings of researchers who handled 093 have remained inconsequential since 19 April 1995. SCP-093-T1: Containment Test
Testing of SCP-093 against conditions set forth for existing containment procedures to assess viability of continuing such containment. Beginning with changing the type of mirror used as a position of rest: Mirrored surface, brass frame, retail-grade mirror: SCP-093 rests without activity when placed on the mirror. This test alone removes the need for costly silver or wooden containment systems. Standard-grade table: SCP-093 turns upright and begins to roll across the table surface in one direction, making a U-turn and rolling to the other, completing an oval shape and repeating this action until a mirror is brought into vicinity of it, at which time SCP-093 rolls toward the mirror and lays flatways against it, sliding toward the center. It is noted that despite the grainy feel of SCP-093, it does not mark the mirror in any fashion while moving across it. Two mirrors at either end of a standard-grade table: SCP-093 gravitates toward the closer mirror regardless of orientation and makes no distinction between different types of mirrors, favoring a factor of distance above all else in choosing the mirror to move to. A mirror held by a person and moved around: SCP-093 follows the mirror as it moves, gaining speed until a maximum velocity of ██████ is reached. At any velocity, the impact of SCP-093 against a mirrored surface results in no damage to either object. A person holding SCP-093 placing it on a mirror: This test was accidental, the result of one of the staff tripping another after some debate about who would be covering the lunch tab. As a result of the behavior of the researchers, it was discovered that a person holding SCP-093 and placing it against a mirror will in fact move into the mirror. Addendum: Containment testing discontinued after establishing that SCP-093 requires only a mirror to rest inert. Testing on human interaction with mirrors while holding SCP-093 authorized by Dr. █████. SCP-093-T2 : Mirror Test Testing Protocols: Subjects testing SCP-093 must wear a Class 3 buckle harness strapped to the chest and attached to a tension pulley system allowing for 300 m (~1000 ft) of movement. Additional spools may be added to extend movement if necessary.
The clasps connecting these spools must be high grade and capable of withstanding applied force of 0.2 tons. A field kit containing the following should be standard issue for testing of SCP-093: One (1) wrist mounted light source with three (3) hours lifespan and additional power sources providing up to six (6) additional hours. Four (4) 0.5 L water bottles with water. Four (4) MREs of any type, plus two (2) plain granola bars (chocolate chips allowed). One (1) standard-issue Beretta 9mm firearm with twenty-four (24) rounds of ammunition, loaded. This is not to be issued until subject has passed into a mirror using SCP-093 and should be given under armed supervision ensuring that the subject passes through entirely. This item is to be requisitioned first upon subject's return and subject to be made aware of this before leaving line of sight within SCP-093's mirror. One (1) standard-issue field knife. The subject is not to be made aware of this item and must find it on his own within the kit. The subject must also be attached to a video system, with a camera mounted on the subject's head or shoulders. The video device should be cable based and allow for the same length of travel as the return system. Wireless cameras have shown mixed results and should only be used in testing conditions where SCP-093 is a currently known color. New colors must be tested using wired feed. During testing, the color of SCP-093 must be recorded, as well as history of the subject in terms of their incarceration to identify how SCP-093 determines the color to assume. A link appears to be connected to guilt or a lack thereof in the subject's psyche. The attached test results should be read in order.
SCP-055 Item #: SCP-055 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: Object is kept within a five (5) by five (5) by two point five (2.5) meter square room constructed of cement (fifty (50) centimeter thickness), with a Faraday cage surrounding the cement walls. Access is via a heavy containment door measuring two (2) by two point five (2.5) meters constructed on bearings to ensure door closes and locks automatically unless held open deliberately. Security guards are NOT to be posted outside SCP055's room. It is further advised that all personnel maintaining or studying other SCP objects in the vicinity try to maintain a distance of at least fifty (50) meters from the geometric center of the room, as long as this is reasonably practical. Description: SCP-055 is a "self-keeping secret" or "anti-meme". Information about SCP-055's physical appearance as well as its nature, behavior, and origins is self-classifying. To clarify: How Site 19 originally acquired SCP-055 is unknown. When SCP-055 was obtained, and by whom, is unknown. SCP-055's physical appearance is unknown. It is not indescribable, or invisible: individuals are perfectly capable of entering SCP-055's container and observing it, taking mental or written notes, making sketches, taking photographs, and even making audio/video recordings. An extensive log of such observations is on file. However, information about SCP-055's physical appearance "leaks" out of a human mind soon after such an observation. Individuals tasked with describing SCP-055 afterwards find their minds wandering and lose interest in the task; individuals tasked with sketching a copy of a photograph of SCP-055 are unable to remember what the photograph looks like, as are researchers overseeing these tests. Security personnel who have observed SCP-055 via closed-circuit television cameras
emerge after a full shift exhausted and effectively amnesiac about the events of the previous hours. Who authorized the construction of SCP-055's containment room, why it was constructed in this way, or what the purpose of the described Containment Procedures may be, are all unknown. Despite SCP-055's container being easily accessible, all personnel at Site 19 claim no knowledge of SCP-055's existence when challenged. All of these facts are periodically rediscovered, usually by chance readers of this file, causing a great deal of alarm. This state of concern lasts minutes at most, before the matter is simply forgotten about. A great deal of scientific data has been recorded from SCP-055, but cannot be studied. At least one attempt has been made to destroy SCP-055, or possibly move it from containment at Site 19 to another site, meeting failure for reasons unknown. SCP-055 may present a major physical threat and indeed may have killed many hundreds of personnel, and we would not know it. Certainly it presents a gigantic memetic/mental threat, hence its Keter classification. Document #055-1: An Analysis of SCP-055 The author puts forward the hypothesis that SCP-055 was never formally acquired by ████████████ ████████ and is in fact an autonomous or remotely-controlled agent, inserted at Site 19 by an unidentified third party for one or all of the following purposes: to silently observe, or interfere with, activities at Site 19 to silently observe, or interfere with, activities at other SCP locations to silently observe, or interfere with, activities of humanity worldwide to silently observe, or interfere with, other SCP objects to silently observe, or interfere with, ████████████
No action to counter any of these potential threats is suggested, or indeed theoretically possible. Addendum A: Hey, if this thing really is an "anti-meme", why doesn't the fact that it's an "anti-meme" get wiped? We must be wrong about that somehow. Wait a minute, what if we were to keep notes about what it isn't? Would we remember those? Bartholomew Hughes, NSA Document #055-2: Report of Dr. John Marachek Survey team #19-055-127BXE was successfully able to enter SCP-055's container and ascertain the appearance and, to some degree, the nature of the object. Notes were taken according to the project methodology (see ████████████), after which the container was sealed again. Excerpt from a transcript of personnel debriefing follows: Dr. Hughes: Okay, I'm going to need to ask you some questions about number 55 now. ███████: Number what? Dr. Hughes: SCP object 55. The object you just examined. ███████: Um, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't think we have a 55. Dr. Hughes: Okay, then, ███████, I'd like you to tell me what you've been doing for the past two hours. ███████: What? I… <subject appears uncomfortable> … I don't know. Dr. Hughes: Okay, then, do you remember that we all agreed that it wasn't spherical? ███████: That what wasn't… Oh! Right! It isn't round at all! Object 55 isn't round! Dr. Hughes: So you remember it now? ███████: Well, no. I mean, I don't know what it is, but I know there is one. It's something you can't remember. And it's not a sphere. Dr. Hughes: Wait a minute. What's not a sphere? ███████: Object 55. Dr. Hughes: Object what? ███████: Doc, do you remember agreeing that something wasn't shaped like a sphere? Dr. Hughes: Oh, right!
It appears to be possible to remember what SCP-055 is not (negations of fact), and to repeatedly deduce its existence from these memories. Personnel involved in Survey #19-055-127BXE reported moderate levels of disorientation and psychological trauma associated with cycles of repeated memory and forgetfulness of SCP055. However, no long-term behavioral or health problems were observed, and psych assessments of survey personnel showed consistent reports of this distress fading over time. Recommendations: It may be worthwhile to post at least one staff member capable of remembering the existence of SCP-055 to each critical site.
Document #087-I Document #087-I: Exploration I D-8432 is a 43-year old Caucasian male of average build and appearance and unremarkable psychological background. Class-D designation is a result of demotion due to mishandling SCP-███. D8432 is equipped with a 75 watt flood lamp with battery power capable of lasting 24 hours, a handheld camcorder fitted with a transmission stream, and an audio headset for communication with Dr. ██████ at Control. D-8432 steps through doorway onto initial platform. Despite the wattage, the flood lamp only illuminates the first 9 steps. The second platform is not visible. D-8432: It's fucking dark. Dr. ██████: Is your flood lamp functioning properly? D-8432 shines the light out the door and into the academic building's hallway. The light reaches significantly further. D-8432: Yeah, it's working, it just won't light these stairs all the way down. Dr. ██████: Thank you. Please continue. D-8432 descends for 13 steps before reaching the second platform. The platform is in the shape of a semicircle with an apparently concrete surface and walls. There are no distinct markings, aside from nondescript patches of dust, dirt, or wear consistent with that which is found in a typical concrete stairwell. D8432 rotates 180 degrees to begin descent down the second flight, then pauses. Dr. ██████: Reason for stopping? D-8432: You hear that? There's a fucking kid down there. Sounds like one. None of the described audio is feeding through the camera or mic at this time. Dr. ██████: Could you please describe the sound? D-8432: It's young. Either female or a very young boy. It's crying and sobbing and
saying [pause] please [pause] help [pause] please [pause] Yeah, it keeps repeating that and crying. Dr. ██████: Can you estimate its distance from your current location? D-8432: Uh, fuck, I don't know, maybe 200 meters down? Dr. ██████: Please continue down the next flight. The subject descends another 13 steps. As he reaches the landing, audio of the child as described is picked up. The child alternates between sobbing, wailing, and the words "please," "help," and "down here." The level of audio is consistent with D-8432's report of it being approximately 200 meters below. Dr. ██████: Can you still hear the crying? D-8432: Yeah. Dr. ██████: We're picking it up as well. Please continue down. Stop if you notice any changes in the audio or environment. The subject descends another 3 flights of stairs before stopping. D-8432: Keep going? Dr. ██████: Please. D-8432 continues another 17 flights (total of 22 flights) before stopping. There are no visual changes in the environment, and each flight has been a consistent 13 steps. D-8432: I'm not getting any fucking closer to the kid. Stereo audio confirms that the crying noise has not increased in volume and remains approximately 200 meters below the subject. Dr. ██████: Noted. Please continue. The subject continues another 28 flights before stopping. (50 flights total.) D-8432 is standing on the 51st landing, counting the initial ground level landing. D-8432 is estimated to be 200 meters below the initial platform. 34 minutes have elapsed. The volume of the crying has not increased. D-8432: I feel a little uneasy. Dr. ██████: You've spent a long time in a dark, unknown stairwell. It's natural. Please continue. The subject hesitates before stepping down on the next stair. As the subject moves forward, the flood lamp illuminates a face located approximately at the bottom of the flight (SCP-087-1). It appears to be the same size and shape as a human head, except it is lacking a
mouth, nostrils, and pupils. The face is completely motionless, but is making direct eye contact, indicating its awareness of D-8432. D-8432: [Yelling] Fuck! What the fuck is that? Shit! Holy fucking shit. What the fuck! Dr. ██████: Can you please describe what you see? D-8432: It's some sort of fucking person face thing and it's fucking looking right at me fuck fuck fuck it's looking right at me — Dr. ██████: Is it moving? D-8432: [pause, heavy breathing] No, it's just staring at me. Fuck fuck fuck it's creepy. Dr. ██████: Please approach and further illuminate the entity. D-8432: Fuck fuck fuck I don't want to fucking — The face jerks forward about 50 centimeters directly toward D8432. D-8432: [yelling] Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck [REDACTED] D-8432 enters a panicked state and rapidly ascends SCP-087. D8432 reaches the ground floor in 18 minutes, at which time he collapses and passes out. There is no sign of SCP-087-1. Review of the footage indicates an equal number of flights and steps ascending as descending. Audio of the crying and pleading remains at the same volume until the last flight, at which point it ceases. Medical reports indicate collapse was a result of the rapid ascension of the stairs, causing fatigue.
SCP-087
Figure A: Still frame taken from video footage of Exploration I Item #: SCP-087 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures:SCP-087 is located on the campus of [REDACTED]. The doorway leading to SCP-087 is constructed of reinforced steel with an electro-release lock mechanism. It has been disguised to resemble a janitorial closet consistent with the design of the building. The lock mechanism on the doorknob will not release unless â&#x2013;&#x2C6;â&#x2013;&#x2C6; volts are applied in conjunction with counter-clockwise rotation of the key. The inside of the door is lined with 6 centimeters of industrial foam padding. Due to the results of the final exploration (see Document 087-IV), no personnel are permitted access to SCP-087.
Description: SCP-087 is an unlit platform staircase. Stairs descend on a 38 degree angle for 13 steps before reaching a semicircular platform of approximately 3 meters in diameter. Descent direction rotates 180 degrees at each platform. The design of SCP-087 limits subjects to a visual range of approximately 1.5 flights. A light source is required for any subjects exploring SCP-087, as there are no lighting fixtures or windows present. Lighting sources brighter than 75 watts have shown to be ineffective, as SCP-087 seems to absorb excess light. Subjects report and audio recordings confirm the distressed vocalizations from what is to be a child between the ages of █ and ██. The source of the distress calls is estimated to be located approximately 200 meters below the initial platform. However, any attempts to descend the staircase have failed to bring subjects closer to the source. The depth of descent calculated from Exploration IV, the longest exploration, is shown to be far beyond both the possible structure of both the building and geological surroundings. At this time, it is unknown if SCP-087 has an endpoint.
Figure B: SCP-087-1; Enhanced image from still taken from Exploration I. SCP-087 has undergone four video recorded explorations by Class-D personnel. Each subject conducting an exploration has encountered SCP-087-1, which appears as a face with no visible pupils, nostrils, or mouth. The nature of SCP-087-1 is entirely unclear, but it has been determined that it is not the source of the pleading. Subjects exhibit feelings of intense paranoia and fear when faced with SCP-087-1, but it is undetermined whether said feelings are abnormal or simply natural reactions. Addendum: Over a period of 2 weeks following Exploration IV, several members of the staff and students from the [REDACTED] campus reported knocking at a variable rate of 1-2 seconds per knock coming from the interior of SCP-087. The door leading to SCP-087 has been fitted with 6 centimeter thick industrial padding. All reports of knocking have ceased.
Authorized personnel may refer to documents 087-I through 087-IV for transcripts of Explorations I - IV.
Chapter 4 More From DeYtH Banger
Writer 3 by DeYtH Banger Which is that there beautie, of couRse not you. I even don't know ya, but look my following up lines. I am talking to you in the same manner as I talk to my friends. P.S.: Sadly I do not have any friends…. By declining now you gonna decline and later… …. Never put it for later … Do it now and that's all …. Impeerior and Varietity… Vigmurity and kid yanks. … Life is terrible material nothing is for RL. YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT DON'T TRY TO PUT YOURSELF NEXT TO ME. You are not like me. - I am special
- I am different Let's got give you the chance to have hope in me and my own actions. I don't think that I am the best human choice, now is the time and the moment in which the internet is slow and the best way to make from such a "Zero Day" is by writting. YOU 'EVER LISTEN
Note Nothing strange all about my name... name like a name.
Writer 4 by DeYtH Banger Last part … You should be ready for all sorts of shit. Erotic books are like pornography videos into words…. IT DOESN'T SUCK… BUT IT PLAYS WITH YOUR MIND. If you ask me it's a good strategy. …. If you want more why you don't try to join the master class of James Patterson. Let me make it Clear… James Patterson in the frame of one yeat writes a lot of… Romance - Sucks Bookshots- Also .. But still you can get something out of it. Shit James Patterson got some shotty works, a lot of novels even which aren't written by James Patterson. Still are hell of shit. But what impresses me is that all authors one moment fail in life, so do Stephen King and Dean Koontz… and many others. Failure
Fail is not bad… FAILURE… - Yes, it is! … And Lee Child is FAILURE.. . NO PLOT STORY? JACK REACHER IS ALIVE? … COME ON… When we are here… At least say "Greetings" to the writer of the novel "SormBreaker". Failure means no need to continue… YOUUU SUCK! FUCKERS AND THOSE OUT THERE FUCKERS, are not stopping to stare at us, is it there anything wrong about us? They stare and silent - The World is Godless if we admit that what happens with the silent stare… I DO THAT… IS THAT KARMA IN OPPOSITE DIRECTION. Speech We are not searching and ordinary discussion. What we need is something out of the ordinary. WHICH MEANS IF YOU WRITE A STORY OR A NOVEL STRIKE FOR MYSTERIES NOT FOR SHITTY WELL PREDICTABLE SCENES. …. Kill The Best somewhere around the beginning.. . Create new heroes and kill them. A story about Villians in which they win hasn't been written.
â&#x20AC;¦ Don't spoil your mind with movies.
The BBB by DeYtH Banger Note: An Old story... Which was left Lifeless... now I gave it spark to start breathing. The beginning of my sex life… I wasn't so lucky as first since 10 years old up to 17 years old… I was spending all my time on watching porn… Watching the lucky ones how they get the best… - BlowJob - Anal - Sex WITH ROLES - Hand job - Sex - FeetJob - FootJob And many other hidden desires. … To get a blowjob from a hot lady… Babe… YOU SHOULD BE RICH AND STILL READY TO DIE. I always new that if "I" fuck a prostitute or whore my future has been taKen by a bitch… already less life span and my days are already counted. But this here tip is not only for me but for all of the guyz on these planet. …. Anal - Something which nowadays is very well known. …. Yes… Yes try to judge me, I am ready for your judge… Sure, I did fail in life. People don't know me or see me as a author. I got a lot of ideas… But should I expose each one of my ideas?
… The truth about this whole story.. Is that pornography is an addiction. You would say… That it's not like alchohol or Drugs… - or Even like games. But even having that in mind doesn't stop your from the road of Addiction. Blowjob - Sounds awesome… Like Tongue going around the dick. I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW DOES THAT FEEL. … PROBABLY THE FEELING IS LIKE GOING IN HEAVEN. …. (P.S. - I always dream about to tell a story .… Not about mentally ill or retarded people… But the genius group. THE PLACE WHICH BRILLIANT MINDS MAKE STRIKES). Let us Let In … Just look it from clear point of view the guy when is finishing… (Cum.. . Cum) Looks like death… Look now woman she is different full of life. … Logically what we see is Full Of Life + Death- Trying something! … Tongue touching the dick Meat and meat contact… What my point of view of this Concept is that I see humans are huge steak. … Can you imagine such an advance steak as human? …
First in real what we see is pushing like …to be more clear pressing…But each pressing… Means different things 1) Kissing (Type of pressing which in reality looks if the same from higher position but somewhere down… it looks like two lips vs two lips create some sort of pressure. 2) Sex (Type of pressing which in reality looks the same - From Higher position, but somewhere down… We see some kinda hole and something getting in and out… In … out. I still ask my self does space by itself makes people to cum? …. Because it exists and contradicts everything which has been ever known. … Each addiction has a beginning. In pornography is from games… or lets put it as in my case I started with sex games. JUST PLAYING ON MY FATHER LAPTOP…. UNTIL I GOT TO A PLACE WITH ONE OF MY FRIENDS- ADULT GAMES. Firstly, It was a laugh and Curuiosity … Secondly, it came a moment in which I desired to feel something. Of course I wasn't with any friends or people or family… relatives around me… I was alone by myself…. I saw the strange movement of the hand of the lady… I mean the way she was doing it… Down…. UP.. . DOWN UP… AND THE DICK ONCE WAS covered… then again open… … At first it was small… but then it started to get bigger and bigger. … She put it in her mouth and started doing strange stuff.
… Third, The game had choices 1) Dick 1 2) Dick 2 3) Dick 3 Had did she managed to swallow so much… No FUCKING Clue… And I started doing the hand thing… My junk (Dick*)… Was getting hotter… then it started getting bigger and bigger… I was impressed… It was strange feeling my dick somewhere in a cirole in my hand stays and my hand moves. First the jerk off was like a ring then when my dick got bigger… I started using my whole hand or two hands! Then I asked myself how the fuck does she manages to put that thing in her mouth and do insane stuff. …. The days started flying … After few years my desire got really big… I started searching more and more… But something to give me excitement. … From Sex Couple … To Trio … Group Sex … Blowjob
…. Even Shemales at age 15-16 Years old I was interested… I mean at that time I was 15-16. … Animal… … What still puts me ON is how a bitch sucks a horse cock…. SOME OF THEM EVEN GET INTO THE LEVEL OF CUMSHOT BUT BY A HORSE. …. Everything draws excitement… once you lose it… You want more and more…. UNTIL ONE DAY YOU DO SOMETHING.. . For which you are going to be sorry. - Rapist Dictionary (Note: Let me blow your mind… Between each element… Thing and Stuff there is space between - That you don't see it, doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.) - God Bless All Sinners if I am wrong
Writer 5 by DeYtH Banger I will give you some more tips.... which I have missed. 1) Rule (If you got a idea... write it down... and try to grow it and grow it and grow it. It's not so hard.) ... Start basics... don't add too much characters if you have problems in remembering names, if you have problems you can add each character on a list. 2) Read, READ (If you want to succeed in specific genre... read and read and read... books from that genre, try to don't make mistakes which most authors make. Like for example 1. The Story goes into interesting point... then it fails 2. REPEATION (IT SUCKS WHen the story goes over and over and over the same...) 3. Nothing more to Tell (THere isn't anything more to tell... but you continue to add more and more and more details and characters and in the end reader puts an end from reading that book by saying - "OH Come on... REALLY THAT?" - "Oh God I am losing my precious time to read this shit." - "Oh God I know what's next" ... YOu don't want that... if you want to continue try killing the main characters. 3) Drama - If you can write drama... great try it... but don't add too much drama... drama is good in normal amount.
4) ScreenPlay - Before few weeks I was watching some tips about "How To Write a SCreenPlay"... it works in screen play so and in novels/books. First create an image... where and where should specific characters go... which is the intention (Goal, Target)... then add obstacles (Add some challanges for example something which could stop them from going there...) - If you fail into creating such image try watching some movies and docs. 5) Fail - It's normal to fail in writting, but don't stop writting in any cases... to get better try by watching more TV Series/TV Movies. - And you can feel free to pick some ideas and to try something by mixing them. 6) Miss sHIt - Don't Watch SHit - Don't Read Shit - Don't Listen to Shit - Don't Write Shit 7) Interview - I don't know how to call this part but yesterday I watched interview in which the writer said that "If you want to write... Just grab a pen.... and start writting...." - Which means sit somewhere where is silent and use your computer and start typing... IN NATURAL MANNER you are going to get somewhere... 8) ASK ME - If you ask me ... I am not very into editing stuff... but still it can be done like in 1 week write everything on your computer then 2 week try to edit it. BUT DON"T GET TOOOO FAR 9) Start Killing
- Come on... start making more often killings, play with the detectives minds (If it's about crime fiction, thriller and so on and so on) - If you are Killer try something which hasn't been tried... .... THERE ARE MILLIONS OF TV SHOWS ON THE INTERNET IN WHICH THERE ARE SHOWING CRIME DOCS. - GO AND WATCH THEM!
Talk (Part 1) by DeYtH Banger 1: Yes 2: Essence (MOVING THE OBJECTS) ...
(SHUTTERS) 3: The Other (La .. Reasonable) (Music, ..) (Pause) (Attractive) 4: (Show memories) 5: Look at this 6: Which? (David takes pictures)
7: These Photos
... 5 Months Later ... It all started in front of the coffee 1: Hey, are you new? 2: Emm. NO Why? 3: Just asking! 4: Mhm, you are trying to make date? 5: If I'm lying ... (Pause); It's not a good start at all ... If I'm Just ... (Pause) ... (Pause) ... And now what do I do? 7: I will tell you what you are going to do
... Stephanie pulled a gun and shot ... DaVid
Chapter 5 - "FUCK ME" That's a Joke... but I've got your attention, didn't I? ....
Time It's time for some bonus books which you can go and read BOOKS PART 1 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.
Death Note: (Death Note, #1,2,3,4,5,6 and 7) by Tsugumi Ohba Fear by Jeff Abbott The Martian by Andy Weir Wet Graves by Peter Corris Flesh and Blood (Alex Delaware, #15) by Jonathan Kellerman (I know that Jonathan Kellerman after all sucks as a author... but still you can give a shot... few times... there is something which can be learn from him... not too much but still it's something, right?) 6. Buried Prey (Lucas Davenport, #21) by John Sandford 7. The Guv'nor by Lenny McLean PART 2 1. Killer Chef by James Patterson 2. Bones (Alex Delaware, #23) by Jonathan Kellerman 3. Playing With Death: A Terrifying and Twisting Thriller That Will Keep You Awake At Night by Simon Scarrow
Chapter 6 I got your attention... NOW LET's CONTINUE
Fuck Freak by DeYtH Banger I have fucked my mother... I am not saying that to creep you out but I have done that... So Let's say when I went out of her vagina... my dick touched the walls of her pussy. I don't remember that moment, but this doesn't make it that it hasn't happen. To me being in the state of small means to forget stuff and probably being on autopilot. But why I don't rember that moment? ... Why I don't have in my mind some kinda thought which says "Yeah you did it once... it was with your mother it's not any kind of sin... it just happen... that's how humans get out...Everyone once in his or her life are freaks this shouldn't stop you." ... Why I don't remember that... but I am vunerable to porn? - Not just "I" (THIS IS IS JUST NOT ONLY ABOUT ME) ... It always makes me on... but this shouldn't decline it has ruin a lot of lifes... is that the glitch of life... pornography? ... A glitch which has been by chance is in each creature ...
BUt this is the last thing which is happening in the world... people get on very very strange stuff... LIke slapping a dick Punching Kicking a dick Being Rough (But yeah the bussness of dicks... what can get you on... is just one touch a pretty woman goes around you... It's really your type and start touching your dick... IMAGINE THAT... won't you get on? ... I would if this happen to me... IF I WOMAN WHICH IS MY TYPE start touching my dick... WOW... WOW... WOW) ... Who tha fack gets on by that shit? - Is the question which is going to play in your mind. So I have been on autopilot? 5 Years or 4 years? ... I really don't remember what happen P.S. - If you want to get something you should relax and listen to what you like. There isn't anything wrong in anything life fucks you up as always look like there are bad boys and good boys... bad boys are
somewhere in the bars... they are everywhere even if you ask me each person once or twice even more can be a bad boy. That's a state which everyone can be.... YOU JUST NEED THINGS WHICH TO STRIKE YOU UP! Shit is like that... ... You should stop to masturbate as first and as second nothing is strange... it's strange to don't have sex... but you can fuck everything and everyone if you still get pleasure... DO IT> ANd dead bodies at once good be something which the one of sides gets a pleasure.
They Say by DeYtH Banger They say that everything is good... They see authors like Lee Child as the best authors They see authors like Chris Mooney very potential but sorry people... I was around the work "Every Three Hours" - it was like hell everything over and over and over... few scenes and the other playing over and over and over and over on those image if that's a good story oh god please safe me from this hell. Lee Child- The author is into cliche... if you like to read something which you already know go over. "Time will tell" .... Yeah be patient lose time... lose everything in the end you wake up where? ... Around the junkyard and searching for food! 1984 by George Orwell, we already know the future ... we live in now so this book doesn't amaze me and for a second. ... Yeah I lie... over and over... in my ind I had a thought which was "I am going to stop writting"... but look me now again... again and again I am typing write here and trying to make something from senseless into a sense. ... He: Okay, Come on He: Okay, Come on He: Okay, Come on
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He: Okay, Come on (Read and follow this is the future this is what it should amaze you nowadays... first... this in Bulgaria is like Bye - "COME ON"... stating for BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) P.S. - School soon starts for me is my last year there and then I should think about my future... which means that I should know what I am going to do next... because few more days school starts... then ends... and then I am nowhere it's like before... without meaning and anything. Once I remember that moment from 1 year up to 7 years... I was free... NO SCHOOl... NOT LOSING TIME AROUND THIS PIECE OF SHIT AS YOU PUT IT - COMPUTEr... but now my future is here staying on the computer and probably that's what's going to give me money. I don't like anything about it.
Talk 2 by DeYtH Banger Let's talk after we have nothing else to do. ... The year is 2017 ... And the area here is fucking dead ... "This hairstyle is very sexual." "Oh thank you" "Let's Move" "Okay, where?" The girl and the boy got up and walked down ... "I'm guilty ... I was sitting near them ... I stared at them and he ... she saw me as a threat." That's what I thought ... I have no right to say it, you still thought it. What else could it be? ... Day 3 Lies have no end ... It is reality now, lying is an illusion in which we live. "I'll talk to her" "No ... It's not hard ...". - You do not care. ... if you want, you'll do it. ....
"We can go to the beach" "I'll see a classmate" .. "I will call you later" "OK" .. By the end of the day, all this is a marauder. Do it personally kill Stephanie!
Dozzy by DeYtH Banger I like you, I hate you, I want to kill you, I want to hug you, I want to be around you to ur last breath. I love you I hate you I like you, I hate you, Words don't matter when you die Words will matter when you die that's the way you remember all Thou is the term which is going to be used for life ... Say "thou" and you mean life. I love you I hate you I like you, I hate you, I love you
I hate you I like you, I hate you, I want to smash ya Okay... I just want to kiss ya ... Smash means kiss... GO AND LEARN THE WORDS WHICH I AM USING BECAUSE YOU STARTED MISTAKE EVERTHING... SMASH DOESN'T MEAN SMASH.. IT MEANS KISS LIKE KISSS... KISS MEANS KISS.... THAT'S THE DEFENTION OF ALL AND EVERYTHING, DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOUR GRANY WAS OUT WITH YOU AND SAYING "THAT'S A BUILDING" YOU SAY "rOGER..." ... i WENT TO FAR DIDN'T WAY... CAN IT REALLY A SMALL KID TALK LIKE THAT "ROGER?" - WTF ... I learn English by going to courses I learn my mother language by watching Animations ...
That's the image which you should hold "But I am a serial killer" ... "Preferable and serable" ... You are free to hate me... I hate you... you hate me ... In the end all we see is love ... Love is all about hatred I love you I hate you I like you, I hate you, I love you I hate you I like you, I hate you, I love you I hate you I like you,
I hate you,
I love you I hate you I like you, I hate you,
I love you I hate you I like you, I hate you, How do you feel if I tell you that you are my first reader? ... Music is what stops me from thinking and pushesh me in reading stuff which will jeopardize the humans missions, I am so bad. My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there.
My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and
destroy each believe by going there. "Do you like dogs?" "I do..." ... "But I hate them... why? ... pissing Smelling bad.. ... More reasons?" "They are dogs they can't speak if they can... don't think that they will polite with you..." "Don't fool yourself" ... I am not talking with myself... I am talking you My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there. My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there.
My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there.
My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there. My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there. My works are all about reps, My works are all about hatred, My works are all about love, My works are all about to make you believe in something and destroy each believe by going there.
Fozzy by DeYtH Banger You are not into promises are you? ... What happen won't you call me? ... Womises are jeozises ... What am I doing? ... Shakespear style... the guy who creates his own words... I could try it by my own ... combine few letters and look I just created a new word... for you is shit... and this word doesn't exist... but for me does... that you don't know it... doesn't mean that it can't exist... just apply another logic. STIKE 1 - Logic Bind e "Logic +1" ... logic +1 is a rule which applys everything as a possibility remains as a binder and it will be a binder ...
CONFUSION IS NOT ALLOWED In logic +1 .... LIFE IS LIFE LOGIC IS LOGIC IT EXIST BECAUSE IT EXIST
You are asking yourselfs what are you reading? I am going to be polite and answer that question you are reading a fozzy mind a mind which is in a state CAN'T THINK CAN'T REACT ... BUT BY ITSELF IT'S AGAIN SOME KINDA THOUGHT BY LEVING UP SOME THOUGHTS... LIFE IS THOUGHTS THAT'S ALL... LIFE IS A RECOGNIZION "Hey bitch... what's up?" "Hey slim bitch... I will pull out of your legs and eat them..." "Okay... too rough" "ISN"T IT?" ALLL IS A LIE GOOD NIGHT FOLKS
Hate Me (Part 1) by DeYtH Banger You hate me, you see me as very AGRESSIVE and nasty person. "Blackish… Wizzlish bitch don't try pulling out any type of trick… I will smash" Off come on don't think of me as pure evil, I am obsessed with you which means I have full control of reason. Reason has never been overtaken. "Fizzle… Fizzle … Shezam and Now is turn to bash you." What you heard, I don't Really mean it… I can say "Come on… Come on… This can't get more worst than it is." "Squeezeee ya… And try to pull off your life" Okay… I said it … "BUT THIS IS JUST WORDS… IT'S NOT ACTION… If you are are afraid of words… Then should we talk about action? "You should hate me… Good boys end up in heaven that's hatred is what pulls out the good guys into another direction." - That's the truth… Who Tha Fack from the bad guys FUCKS with the bad guys… No logic in that shit. Even If I pull my dick out my panrd again the same NO FUCKING Logic.
"Sick… Go in hospital"…, "Leave me alone…" "Go take your pills" I am betting in your life that these are your thoughts… You see me as not stable person… Mad… Insane… Crazy… A person who must join mental facility. …. Okay… Okay it's too much the part with "betting in your life" is a joke. Strike 1 - "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah" …. Probably I am not funny but this doesn't explain why Americans say "Break A Leg" and it's taken as luck why not "Break a Hand" or "Break a neck" or "Break a arm" isn't taken as luck. Note: Life is a vicious thing, which is in a vagility state. Life is that Good people vs Bad People and Vice Versa … Now I am wrong, "Did you saw that comming?"
… In 100% I am wrong… why? … Life is no-logic + logic but films are more likely build upon a logic. What will happen if I tell you "I am wrong about everything… I am not saying that I am saying lies… NOT THING, BUT.." - "I am saying that each thing follows logic… Everything is all about logic… Walking is again logic" State 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward
1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward 1. Left Leg Forward 2. Right Leg Forward - This is the formula of walking and even ruining. Walking is more likely slow motion, run is the moment in your life when you speed up things. â&#x20AC;Ś Look it again it's logicâ&#x20AC;Ś Body can't run a program which is not logicable which means in the human mind there are plenty of different laws and logic levels which allow us to see 2 + 2 = 4 (Once) 2 + 2 = 5 (Twice) 2 + 2 = 11 (Tripple) Talking/Conversations
- Some of them have logic… Others not but the real truth is that all of them have logic somewhere deep down. Conversations are program which executes everything which know,knew and will know in Real Time between two Creatures… Doesn't mean if they are breathing or not. … It could between everything and everyone! The truth about the "Good guys" and "Bad Guys" is that Sometimes there are battles between good guys and bad vs Bad.. . BUT THAT MEANS THAT SIMPLY ENTERING INTO A FIGHT MAKES THE ONE SIDE GOOD AND THE OTHER IN BAD?
Hate Me (Part 2) You should hate me… Look I just spoil your mind once again. But if we think about it you shouldn't PUTTING me in charge after all. - "1. Free will 2. NO ONE made you in doing stuff which you don't want" …. - "Yeah, Yeah I am in charge my fucking day is horrible. First is rainy, Secondly people stare at me and it makes not very comfy, Thirdly Weirdos are walking by the streets… SHALL I CONTINUE" … Oh god tripple it or nothing… … Let's slice is the truth is that it's your fault "You came here and started judging me in a rough way. You don't know anything about me… My Life... But you had the FUCKING GUTS TO TELL SOMETHING WHICH IS 50-50 YOU MEAN AND YOU DON'T MEAN." … "Nothing changes the whole goal of this story. What I desire the most is everyday to see you… Smell your hair every second and minute.. and even to slice your fingers at any time in the hour."
… Nobody will remember you … me … them. It's not a conspiracy it's the truth. The price is - 20$ - BlowJob - 25$ - Sex - 50$ - FUCKING the legs Or - 15$ - BlowJob - 20$ - Sex This is bitch service. Life is a long dream if you want to wake up you need to make somebody to kill you or you to try to kill yourself. Which so far both paths don't end up well in the end. Serial killer, killers don't look at them as bad guys… They are good Guys, just doing what life has offered them to do. - THAT'S THEIR DUTY… SOLDIERS HAVE DUTIES SO DO AND SERIAL KILLERS. To become a killer … You should have dreams… which should be fulfilled with rage, Agression.
In the end bad guys = good guys and good guys = Bad Guys. Note: You are nobody â&#x20AC;¦ The words don't matter Are you a PH.D. Guy or without again it doesn't matter. Life is "TO BE CONTINUE"
Attraction I am a big girl, Probably I have ruin some people's fantasies. Probably people have seen me as a big boy…. But you are DAMN wrong, I don't care if people believe me or not. I am here with all my guts to tell u my personal story, it has been difficult to get right here, where I am right now. In a such position and to tell you about my addiction. (Note: Miss understanding or even from the position from which I am now missing a detail… could cost getting the wrong idea.) … I like to talk about myself, but somehow it goes like I am selfish type which isn't the truth, that's a lie. When I meet people… I ignore them and start talking about myself… (P.S.: I just make it to make the stuff comfy to not to make stuff edgy.) …. So let's start with the addiction part, I have been around all kinds of porn from animal up to lesbians, geys, shemales. I hate lesbians, not my fav type of porn… … I am not a lesbian fan… I hate the typical shit. Dicks - Are cool there is something very fleshy and soft.. . And
bushy. Cool object to be around my mouth.… - I could go as a lesbian but there I am not in my best shape… "Yay, sucking pussy" - I said … "Yay cum" - I said … In reality there isn't any type of "Yay"… … …. Let's talk about what puts me on! Note: Nothing has to do with wet streets Animal porn is one of my fab categories, I love the whole concept of dicks.. . And sucking, I just can't get enough. I am a dick lover and I am saying it… right Now. Not ashame… About it… I am a grown up woman and it's normal to have desires for a dick… but what I want is beyond moral. All people have different believes and moral that's what makes the world a wonderful pla've.. . FOR ONE YOU SHOULD SPEND YOUR LIFE AND SHARE IT WITH AND ONLY ONE PERSON… YOU CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH SOMEBODY ELSE… IN CASE YOU ARE MARRIED. FOR OTHERS… FEEL FREE TO HAVE AS MUCH WIFE'S AS MUCH YOU WANT.
….. Horse porn, I just can't stop myself from telling you this. Before 2 Weeks, I was watching A man sucking the horse's dick. What I enjoyed about this whole story was how the dick slowly from less oraseled … raises… gets more fat and big… Probably it's amazing such thing to be in a mouth. I just want to feel that… …. I want to get deep throated by a dick… and to be a long one. … I want to be suffocated with a dick my chicks to both to be touched from out and in with a dick + my whole body to be with cum. I love mixed sex which is 15 people or more different types of religion colour… of skin … and I would love to taste some Cumshots or even to drink condom full of cum. I am talking about condom which is with at least 7-8 Cumshots…. I WANNA SWALLOW THIS SHIT… I WANT TO GO SLOWLY IN MY THROAT…. P.S.: I can't get enough - BITCHIN
Chapter 6 - It's How It's Done Science
Mysterious ‘lazy’ ants have jobs after all by Daniel Stolte-Arizona So-called “lazy ants”—ants in a colony that lack a specific assigned task and usually simply do nothing—are actually workers waiting in reserve to be called to perform a function. In 2015, biologists reported that a sizable chunk of the “workers” that make up an ant colony spent the vast majority of their day engaging in one task: doing absolutely nothing. “They really just sit there,” says Daniel Charbonneau, who dedicated his PhD thesis to studying the behavior (or lack thereof) of these lazy ants. “And whenever they’re doing anything other than doing nothing, they do chores around the nest, like a bit of brood care here or grooming another worker there.” Observing colonies of ants maintained in the lab, Charbonneau found that an average of 40 percent of individuals are mostly inactive, with some variation among seasons, colonies, and species. And his ants, which belong to the species Temnothorax rugatulus, don’t appear to be freaks of nature, Charbonneau says, as similar patterns are observable in other social insects, even honey bees. Charbonneau and his doctoral adviser, Anna Dornhaus, published those results in 2015. At the time, the researchers could only speculate over the purpose of keeping around hordes of inactive “workers.” In a new paper, published in the journal PLOS ONE, the researchers show for the first time that inactive ants can act as a reserve labor force. When researchers removed the top 20 percent of most active workers, they found that within a week, they were replaced mostly by individuals belonging to the “lazy” demographic, which stepped
up and increased their activity levels to match those of the lost workers.
Ants of the species Temnothorax rugulatus live in mountainous areas of the Southwest. Here, workers perform chores inside a nest in the lab. (Credit: Matt Velazquez/U. Arizona) “This suggests that the colony responds to the loss of highly active workers by replacing them with inactive ones,” Charbonneau says. “Serving as a replacement workforce is a long-held suspicion about the function of ‘lazy’ ants,” adds coauthor Dornhaus, a professor of ecology and evolutionary biology, “but it was just an assumption and never had been empirically confirmed.” Various functions—from serving as living food stores to laying eggs for consumption by their nest mates—had been suggested by other researchers, and Charbonneau investigated several of them through experiments involving marking individual ants in a colony and tracking their movements through video recordings.
“We apply tiny dots of paint to them,” he explains. “One on head, one on thorax, and two dots on abdomen. The combination of colors and location identifies each individual, so we can track it in our video recordings.”
Colony of painted workers in an artificial nest. (Credit: Matt Velazquez/U. Arizona) In Arizona, colonies of this particular ant species are found at higher elevations — for example, on Mount Lemmon northeast of Tucson, where Dornhaus and her lab members go to collect them. Because the animals have rarely been studied in the wild, researchers don’t know much about their life history, according to Charbonneau. “We don’t know how quickly their populations turn over in their natural habitat,” he says, “but it doesn’t take much for a colony to lose a bunch of workers. Since they can live for up to five years or more, they have to overwinter, and being snowed in claims many workers each season.” Analyzing the video recordings revealed that a colony breaks
down into four main demographics, according to Charbonneau: inactive, lazy ants; so-called walkers that spend most of their time just wandering around the nest; foragers that take care of outside tasks such as foraging and building protective walls from tiny rocks; and nurses in charge of rearing the brood. Charbonneau observed that the lazy ants tend to have more distended abdomens, hinting at the possibility that they could serve as “living pantries.” Published in another recent paper, this observation awaits further testing to determine whether their larger circumference is a cause or a consequence of the lazier workers’ lifestyle. To see what would happen if the colony lost sizable amounts of inactive members, Charbonneau and Dornhaus did a separate experiment in which they removed the least active 20 percent. They found that those ants, unlike their top-performing peers, were not replaced. “This suggests that workers are not switching from other task groups to replace the removed ‘inactive’ workers,” the authors conclude, noting that the problem of adjusting supply to demand is not unique to social insects. From companies stocking supplies in warehouses to meet rising demand or employing contingent workers from external labor supply agencies to computer systems performing better if equipped with reserve processing power, “the problem faced by all of these systems is how to optimally organize the supply or reserve workforce such as to minimize the costs of maintaining these reserves.” “My speculation is this: Since young workers start out as the most vulnerable members of the colony, it makes sense for them to lay low and be inactive,” Charbonneau says. “And because their ovaries are the most active, they produce eggs, and while they’re doing that, they might as well store food. When the colony loses workers, it makes sense to replace them with those ants that are not already
busy pursuing other tasks.â&#x20AC;?
Here's What Psychoanalysis Really Is, And What Science Says About Whether It Works by Christine Bett Psychoanalysis or psychoanalytic psychotherapy is a way of treating longstanding psychological problems that is based on the belief behaviours have underlying drivers which may be unrecognised and unconscious. With this understanding it's possible to think about the meaning and reasons behind that behaviour and enable the possibility of change. Although Freud's psychology of the mind was premised on the existence of an unconscious, he was not the originator of the term. Seventeenth-century Western philosophers John Locke and RenĂŠ Descartes and, later, Gottfried Wilhelm Liebniz grappled with the idea of an unconscious, speculating the existence of something within the mind, beyond awareness, that also influenced behaviour. Reasons for seeking psychoanalytic treatment People seek psychoanalytic assistance for many reasons â&#x20AC;&#x201C; patterns of failed or destructive relationships, work stress, depression or anxiety, personality disorders or issues around self-identity and sexuality. Some seek therapy after a significant loss, whether through death or divorce, or as a result of a traumatic event or abuse in childhood or adolescence. People may see a psychoanalytic psychotherapist one or more times per week over months or years. A psychoanalyst may see someone four or five times a week. Consistent, regular appointments of 45 or 50 minutes enable over time the development of insight about patterns of thinking and behaviour and the way these affect the person in terms of their emotional state as well as relationships with partners, families, friends, work and the community.
In Australia, people who consult a psychoanalyst or psychoanalytic psychotherapist who is medically trained, either as a psychiatrist or other medical practitioner, are able to claim for sessions under Medicare on an ongoing basis. People who are in therapy or analysis with non-medical practitioners may be able to claim up to ten consultations per calendar year under Medicare, depending on the therapist's professional qualifications. Training in psychoanalysis and psychoanalytic psychotherapy generally takes place over a period of at least five years. It is open to professionals from various disciplines such as psychiatry, general practice, psychology, social work and nursing. The training includes a developmental perspective, which considers the impact experiences in infancy and childhood may have on the individual in later life. It involves theory, supervised clinical work and observation of an infant from birth for one year with accompanying seminars. All trainees undertake personal analysis or psychoanalytic psychotherapy for the duration of their training. The treatment process In a session, patients try to say all that comes to mind, allowing thoughts, feelings, memories and dreams to emerge. To enable this, some lie on a couch with the therapist sitting behind them; others sit face to face with the therapist. In this confidential setting, and as trust develops, clues to the patient's unconscious and internal world begin to form, and relationship patterns and avoidances become visible. The analyst listens carefully to the patient's reflections, dreams, memories and thoughts and tries to explore what they mean. It is hoped the patient will develop insight into destructive life patterns and the way these were formed, and understand them as a response to their life events and relationships. Is it effective?
There is considerable debate about the effectiveness of psychoanalytic treatment. One problem is the reluctance of the psychoanalytic profession to recognise the value of formal research and evidence in the development of this work. Another is the difficulty of studying the treatment due to its long-term nature. A 2012 article stated: â&#x20AC;Ś psychoanalysis is no longer recommended for treating mental illness due to a lack of evidence. A recently published review was unable to find a single randomised controlled trial evaluating classic psychoanalysis and the evidence for long-term, 'modern' psychoanalysis was conflicting at best. However, since then studies with more positive results have been conducted and published. In 2015, the Tavistock Adult Depression Study was published examining the effectiveness of psychoanalytic psychotherapy. The study used the random control trial model to examine the treatment of a cohort of patients diagnosed with long-standing major depression and who had failed at least two different treatments. One group underwent psychoanalytic psychotherapy for two years; the other control group was treated with cognitive behavioural therapy â&#x20AC;&#x201C; where patients learn new ways to think and behave. While the results were not significantly different between the two groups at the end of treatment, significant differences emerged during follow-up at 24, 30 and 42 months. Both observer-based and self-reported depression scores showed steeper declines in the psychoanalytic psychotherapy group, alongside greater improvements in how they coped socially, than in the cognitive behavioural therapy group. This suggests long-term psychoanalytic psychotherapy is useful in improving the long-term outcome of treatment-resistant depression. A second study led by the same author, published in 2016, looked at parent-infant psychoanalytic psychotherapy, which aims to improve the interaction between parent and child. Participants were allocated randomly to parent-infant psychotherapy and to supportive primary care.
There was no significant difference in outcome on measures of infant development, parentâ&#x20AC;&#x201C;infant interaction or the ability of the parent to consider the baby's mental state as well as their own. However, those who had received parent-infant psychotherapy showed improvements on several measures of maternal mental health, including parenting stress, and parental representations of the baby and their relationship. This suggested psychoanalytic psychotherapy has potential for improving the parent-infant relationship. Critics of psychoanalysis have argued against the length of treatment and that it is costly and thus the province of the "worried well" living in leafy middle-class suburbs. A patient seeking psychotherapy may not want nor require long-term treatment, seeking only to sort out a few matters. It may be that cognitive behavioural therapy or another therapy is the more appropriate option for a particular patient. It is often not possible to sustain long-term psychoanalytic psychotherapy within the funding constraints of the public mental health and welfare system. More solution-focused and singlesession therapies can be used with individuals and families in distress. The ConversationPsychoanalytic psychotherapy is not readily available in regional, rural and remote areas. While "distance therapy" is available via technologies such as Skype, Facetime, Zoom and telephone, this needs to be evaluated to see if it has the same effect as face-to-face therapy.
This Is How Weed Actually Affects Your Sleep by Deidre Conroy If you speak to someone who has suffered from insomnia at all as an adult, chances are good that person has either tried using marijuana, or cannabis, for sleep or has thought about it. This is reflected in the many variations of cannabinoid or cannabis-based medicines available to improve sleep â&#x20AC;&#x201C; like Nabilone, Dronabinol and Marinol. It's also a common reason why many cannabis users seek medical marijuana cards. I am a sleep psychologist who has treated hundreds of patients with insomnia, and it seems to me the success of cannabis as a sleep aid is highly individual. What makes cannabis effective for one person's sleep and not another's? While there are still many questions to be answered, existing research suggests that the effects of cannabis on sleep may depend on many factors, including individual differences, cannabis concentrations and frequency of use. Cannabis and sleep Access to cannabis is increasing. As of last November, 28 US states and the District of Columbia had legalised cannabis for medicinal purposes. Research on the effects of cannabis on sleep in humans has largely been compiled of somewhat inconsistent studies conducted in the 1970s. Researchers seeking to learn how cannabis affects the sleeping brain have studied volunteers in the sleep laboratory and measured sleep stages and sleep continuity. Some studies showed that users' ability to fall and stay asleep improved. A small number of subjects also had a slight increase in slow wave sleep, the deepest stage of sleep. However, once nightly cannabis use stops, sleep clearly worsens across the withdrawal period.
Over the past decade, research has focused more on the use of cannabis for medical purposes. Individuals with insomnia tend to use medical cannabis for sleep at a high rate. Up to 65 percent of former cannabis users identified poor sleep as a reason for relapsing. Use for sleep is particularly common in individuals with PTSD and pain. This research suggests that, while motivation to use cannabis for sleep is high, and might initially be beneficial to sleep, these improvements might wane with chronic use over time. Does frequency matter? We were interested in how sleep quality differs between daily cannabis users, occasional users who smoked at least once in the last month and people who don't smoke at all. We asked 98 mostly young and healthy male volunteers to answer surveys, keep daily sleep diaries and wear accelerometers for one week. Accelerometers, or actigraphs, measure activity patterns across multiple days. Throughout the study, subjects used cannabis as they typically would. Our results show that the frequency of use seems to be an important factor as it relates to the effects on sleep. Thirty-nine percent of daily users complained of clinically significant insomnia. Meanwhile, only 10 percent of occasional users had insomnia complaints. There were no differences in sleep complaints between nonusers and nondaily users. Interestingly, when controlling for the presence of anxiety and depression, the differences disappeared. This suggests that cannabis's effect on sleep may differ depending on whether you have depression or anxiety. In order words, if you have depression, cannabis may help you sleep â&#x20AC;&#x201C; but if you don't, cannabis may hurt. Future directions Cannabis is still a schedule I substance, meaning that the government does not consider cannabis to be medically therapeutic due to lack of research to support its benefits. This creates a barrier to research, as only one university in the country, University of Mississippi, is permitted by the National Institute of Drug Abuse to grow marijuana for research.
New areas for exploration in the field of cannabis research might examine how various cannabis subspecies influence sleep and how this may differ between individuals. One research group has been exploring cannabis types or cannabinoid concentrations that are preferable depending on one's sleep disturbance. For example, one strain might relieve insomnia, while another can affect nightmares. Other studies suggest that medical cannabis users with insomnia tend to prefer higher concentrations of cannabidiol, a nonintoxicating ingredient in cannabis. This raises an important question. Should the medical community communicate these findings to patients with insomnia who inquire about medical cannabis? Some health professionals may not feel comfortable due to the fluctuating legal status, a lack of confidence in the state of the science or their personal opinions. The ConversationAt this point, cannabis's effect on sleep seems highly variable, depending on the person, the timing of use, the cannabis type and concentration, mode of ingestion and other factors. Perhaps the future will yield more fruitful discoveries.
Believing others have more friends could make you unhappy by Ana Sandoiu When we move to a new environment - be it a new job, new school, or new neighborhood - we tend to think that our peers have more friends than we do. But what impact does this belief have on our happiness? Research investigates. It is known that loneliness and social isolation are not good for one's health and well-being. In fact, recent studies have reported that social isolation threatens our immune system and cardiovascular health, being responsible for more premature deaths than obesity. But could the mere thought that we are alone make us unhappy? Researchers at the University of British Columbia (UBC) in Vancouver, Canada - in collaboration with scientists at Harvard Business School and Harvard Medical School, both in Boston, MA set out to investigate the impact of simply believing that one has fewer friends than their peers on one's overall well-being. The team was led by Frances Chen, an assistant professor in the Department of Psychology at UBC, and the researchers conducted two studies to investigate this social belief. Their findings were published in the journal Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin. Examining social misperceptions In the first study, Prof. Chen and colleagues surveyed a group of 1,099 first-year students at UBC, asking them how many close friends they had made and to approximate how many close friends they thought that their peers had made since the beginning of the academic year. "Close friends" were defined as friends in whom the students felt comfortable confiding their problems, and these were distinguished from "social acquaintances." The survey revealed that most of the students believed that their peers had made more friends than they had. In fact, 48 percent of
the respondents were convinced that this was true, while 31 percent thought the opposite. In the second study, the researchers tried to see whether or not this belief would be as prevalent over time, examining its positive and negative implications. The team followed 389 first-year university students and asked them to complete the surveys at two time points, with 4 to 5 months between them. The surveys inquired about the participants' well-being and sense of belonging. The former was assessed using the Satisfaction With Life Scale, as well as the Scale of Positive and Negative Experience, while the latter was examined using the Revised Social Connectedness Scale. Additionally, the researchers looked at the time that students spent socializing, and the time it took them to form friendships. Beliefs about peers' friends lower well-being "[At] any given time," the study found, "students who believed that their peers were more socially connected reported lower well-being and belonging." But over time, those who thought that their peers were "moderately more socially connected" at the beginning of the year were also more likely to make more friends than those who thought that their peers were much more socially connected. This is what first study author Ashley Whillans, an assistant professor at Harvard Business School, makes of the findings. "We think students are motivated to make more friends if they think their peers only have one or two more friends than they do," she says. "But if they feel like the gap is too big, it's almost as if they give up and feel it isn't even worth trying." "We know the size of your social networks has a significant effect on happiness and well-being [...] But our research shows that even mere beliefs you have about your peers' social networks has an impact on your happiness." Prof. Ashley Whillans Prof. Chen explains what might be driving these social
misperceptions, saying, "Since social activities, like eating or studying with others, tend to happen in cafes and libraries where they are easily seen, students might overestimate how much their peers are socializing because they don't see them eating and studying alone." Further studies, the authors think, should investigate other possible mechanisms. For example, it could be that people tend to disproportionately discuss their social activities, but not their solitary ones. Future research should also examine whether or not the same findings would apply outside of the university - that is, to people changing jobs or moving to another city. "These feelings and perceptions are probably the strongest when people first enter a new social environment, but most of us probably experience them at some point in our lives," Prof. Chen concludes.
Does music make men more attractive? By Maria Cohut A new study by researchers from Austria suggests that listening to music may "prompt" women to find male faces more attractive. In the 1871 book The Descent of Man, Charles Darwin tried to get to the bottom of the question, "Why is music so important in our human society?" He suggested that humans may have invented music to serve a reproductive aim. Darwin implied that the fact that a person engages with music be it to compose it or play it - may be a subtle indicator of cognitive as well as physical abilities. Since these are all abilities desirable in a partner, he thought that music may act as a signpost for biologically attractive characteristics. Darwin's ideas were never proven true, but now, researchers from the University of Vienna and the University of Innsbruck, both in Austria, have decided to build on this hypothesis and test whether it - and how much of it - could actually be rooted in psychosocial and biological mechanisms. The study - led by Dr. Manuela Marin, from the University of Vienna - set out to test whether or not women and men find potential partners more attractive "under the influence" of music. The researchers' findings were published online in the journal PLOS ONE. 'Arousal transfer' noted in women "Facial attractiveness is one of the most important physical characteristics that can influence the choice of a partner," explains study co-author Prof. Helmut Leder, from the Faculty of Psychology at the University of Vienna. "We wanted to find out how music can alter the perception of this feature." The fact that music has a strong social element to it, the team says, makes it likely that listening to it could have an impact on how we see other people's faces and how we therefore perceive their
attractiveness. "There is some evidence in the psychological literature that socalled arousal transfer effects can occur if two stimuli are processed consecutively. The processing of the first stimulus produces internal arousal, [...] which is then attributed to the second stimulus. This mostly unconscious mechanism can then influence our actions, in this case, the choice of a partner." Dr. Manuela Marin The team worked with 96 heterosexual participants of both sexes, comprising 64 women and 32 men. The women were split into two distinct groups depending on whether or not they were at a fertile stage in their menstrual cycle. Both the men and the women had similar tastes in music, similar musical training, and the same relationship status. All the participants were exposed to various fragments of instrumental music of different emotional intensities. Following exposure to music, the women were shown photos of male faces set in a neutral expression, and vice versa. They were instructed to assess the attractiveness of the photographed faces on a seven-point scale, where 1 meant "very attractive," 4 was neutral, and 7 meant "very non-attractive." For consistency, the results were compared with the outcomes of a control group, in which the men and women were shown photographs of members of the opposite sex but were not exposed to music. The researchers noted that the women who had listened to music tended to rate male faces as more attractive and were more likely to say that they would consider dating them. The results were largely the same for all women, regardless of their fertility status at that point. Men, however, did not exhibit any significant change in their perception of faces after having been exposed to music. It was also found that the more complex and emotionally stimulating music had the greatest influence on the participants. Following this experiment, the researchers are interested in
finding out whether they would be able to replicate the results in larger cohorts. They would also like to try to understand just how much influence music could have on perception when it comes to selecting a mate. "Our goal is to replicate these results in a larger sample and to modify some aspects of the experiment," says study co-author Dr. Bruno Gingras, from the University of Innsbruck. "For example," he continues, "we would like to clarify whether musical abilities and creativity can compensate partially for deficiencies in terms of physical appearance and fitness."
Med students aren’t learning enough about marijuana by Jim Dryden-WUSTL New research suggests that medical students aren’t learning enough about the risks and benefits of medical marijuana, despite 29 states and the District of Columbia allowing marijuana use for medical purposes. Researchers surveyed medical school deans, residents, and fellows, and examined a curriculum database maintained by the Association of American Medical Colleges (AAMC), learning that medical education is not addressing medical marijuana. Hear researcher Anastasia B. Evanoff discuss the research: “Medical education needs to catch up to marijuana legislation,” says senior author Laura Jean Bierut, the professor of psychiatry at Washington University in St. Louis and a member of the National Advisory Council on Drug Abuse. “Physicians in training need to know the benefits and drawbacks associated with medical marijuana so they know when or if, and to whom, to prescribe the drug.” Doctors are being asked to guide patients through areas in which most have no training, she explains. The research team, led by first author Anastasia B. Evanoff, sent surveys to medical school curriculum deans at 172 medical schools in North America, including 31 that specialize in osteopathic medicine, and received 101 replies. Two-thirds (66.7 percent) reported that their graduates were not prepared to prescribe medical marijuana. A quarter of deans said their trainees weren’t even equipped to answer questions about medical marijuana. “Medical education needs to catch up to marijuana legislation…” The researchers also surveyed 258 residents and fellows who
earned their medical degrees from schools around the country before coming to Washington University School of Medicine and BarnesJewish Hospital in St. Louis to complete their training. Nearly 90 percent felt they weren’t prepared to prescribe medical marijuana, and 85 percent said they had not received any education about medical marijuana during their time at medical schools or in residency programs throughout the country. Using data from the AAMC database, the researchers found that only 9 percent of medical schools had reported teaching their students about medical marijuana. “As a future physician, it worries me,” says Evanoff, a third-year medical student. “We need to know how to answer questions about medical marijuana’s risks and benefits, but there is a fundamental mismatch between state laws involving marijuana and the education physicians-in-training receive at medical schools throughout the country.” However, several states—Missouri among them—have not legalized medical marijuana, and published studies about potential risks and benefits of medical marijuana often are contradictory. So what are schools to teach? “You address the controversy,” says co-investigator Carolyn Dufault, assistant dean for education at the unoversity and an instructor in medicine. “You say, ‘This is what we know,’ and you guide students to the points of controversy. You also point out where there may be research opportunities.” The authors argue that as more states legalize marijuana for medical and recreational use, doctors need to have at least enough training to answer patients’ questions. “More medical students are now getting better training about opioids, for example,” says Evanoff. “We talk about how those drugs can affect every organ system in the body, and we learn how to discuss the risks and benefits with patients. But if a patient were to ask about medical marijuana, most medical students wouldn’t know what to say.”
Algorithm scans medical records for higher Parkinson’s risk by Tamara Bhandari-Washington University Researchers have developed an algorithm that could check patients’ medical histories to find signs of increased risk for developing Parkinson’s disease and alert doctors to evaluate patients at greater risk. Before symptoms become pronounced, there is no reliable way to identify who is on track to develop Parkinson’s disease, a debilitating movement disorder characterized by tremors, slowness of movement, stiffness, and difficulty with balance and coordination. “We want to be able to catch people as early as possible…” But researchers have analyzed Medicare claims data of more than 200,000 people to develop the algorithm to predict whether a patient one day will be diagnosed with Parkinson’s. The algorithm relies on information in patients’ medical records, such as tests and diagnoses of various medical conditions. “Using this algorithm, electronic medical records could be scanned and physicians could be alerted to the potential that their patients may need to be evaluated for Parkinson’s disease,” says Brad A. Racette, a professor of neurology at Washington University in St. Louis and the study’s senior author. “One of the most interesting findings is that people who are going to develop Parkinson’s have medical histories that are notably different from those who don’t develop the disease. This suggests there are lifelong differences that may permit identification of those likely to develop the disease decades before onset,” Racette says. An estimated 1 million people in the United States live with Parkinson’s disease, a chronic and progressive neurological disorder. Recognizing that the mild but worsening symptoms in the years before diagnosis might be reflected in a signature pattern of various diagnoses and tests, Racette and colleagues analyzed de-identified medical claims data for Medicare beneficiaries nationwide, ages 66 to 90.
They found 89,790 people who had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s in 2009, and matched them with 118,095 people in the same age range who had not been diagnosed with Parkinson’s in 2009 or prior years. Then, the researchers sifted through each person’s claims history to draw up a list of all diagnoses received and medical procedures undergone from 2004 to 2009. Racette and colleagues developed an algorithm using medical history—combined with age, sex, race or ethnicity, and history of tobacco smoking—that correctly identified 73 percent of the people who would be diagnosed with the disease in 2009, and 83 percent of the people who would not. Specifically, many of the claims codes that helped predict the disease referred to problems already known to be associated with Parkinson’s such as tremors, posture abnormalities, psychiatric or cognitive dysfunction, gastrointestinal problems, sleep disturbances, fatigue and trauma, including falls. Other factors associated with the disease included weight loss and multiple forms of chronic kidney disease. Factors that indicated Parkinson’s was unlikely included obesityrelated conditions, history of tobacco smoking, cancer, cardiovascular disease, gout, allergy, and injuries related to physical activity such as hip replacement, osteoarthritis, and carpal tunnel syndrome. “We want to be able to catch people as early as possible,” Racette says. “If I know someone may be in the beginning stages of Parkinson’s disease, I would evaluate their gait and balance to determine if they have unrecognized impairments that could lead to falls, or whether they have difficulty performing activities of daily living. Either of these scenarios may benefit from treatment.” In the 18 months before diagnosis, people eventually diagnosed with Parkinson’s endured a flurry of doctor’s visits and medical tests. Most likely, their symptoms were worsening, and their doctors were running test after test, looking for the cause, says Racette. Using this algorithm potentially could help reduce unnecessary tests and speed the process of diagnosis, he says.
How to prevent sudden cardiac arrest
Sudden cardiac arrest (SCA) is a condition in which the heart suddenly and unexpectedly stops beating. If this happens, blood stops flowing to the brain and other vital organs. Ways to prevent death due to SCA differ depending on whether: You’ve already had SCA You’ve never had SCA but are at high risk for the condition You’ve never had SCA and have no known risk factors for the condition
For People Who Have Survived Sudden Cardiac Arrest If you’ve already had SCA, you’re at high risk of having it again. Research shows that an implantable cardioverter defibrillator (ICD) reduces the chances of dying from a second SCA. An ICD is surgically placed under the skin in your chest or abdomen. The device has wires with electrodes on the ends that connect to your heart’s chambers. The ICD monitors your heartbeat. If the ICD detects a dangerous heart rhythm, it gives an electric shock to restore the heart’s normal rhythm. Your doctor may give you medicine to limit irregular heartbeats that can trigger the ICD. Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator The location of an implantable cardioverter defibrillator in the upper chest. The electrodes are inserted into the heart through a vein. The illustration shows the location of an implantable cardioverter defibrillator in the upper chest. The electrodes are inserted into the heart through a vein. An ICD isn’t the same as a pacemaker. The devices are similar, but they have some differences. Pacemakers give off low-energy electrical pulses. They’re often used to treat less dangerous heart rhythms, such as those that occur in the upper chambers of the heart. Most new ICDs work as both pacemakers and ICDs. For People at High Risk for a First Sudden Cardiac Arrest If you have severe coronary heart disease (CHD), you’re at increased risk for SCA. This is especially true if you’ve recently had a heart attack. Your doctor may prescribe a type of medicine called a beta blocker to help lower your risk for SCA. Your doctor also may discuss beginning statin treatment if you have an elevated risk for developing heart disease or having a stroke. Doctors usually prescribe statins for people who have: Diabetes Heart disease or had a prior stroke High LDL cholesterol levels
Your doctor also may prescribe other medications to: Decrease your chance of having a heart attack or dying suddenly. Lower blood pressure. Prevent blood clots, which can lead to heart attack or stroke. Prevent or delay the need for a procedure or surgery, such as angioplasty or coronary artery bypass grafting. Reduce your heart’s workload and relieve coronary heart disease symptoms. Take all medicines regularly, as your doctor prescribes. Don’t change the amount of your medicine or skip a dose unless your doctor tells you to. You should still follow a heart-healthy lifestyle, even if you take medicines to treat your coronary heart disease. Other treatments for coronary heart disease—such as percutaneous coronary intervention, also known as coronary angioplasty, or coronary artery bypass grafting—also may lower your risk for SCA. Your doctor also may recommend an ICD if you’re at high risk for SCA. For People Who Have No Known Risk Factors for Sudden Cardiac Arrest CHD seems to be the cause of most SCAs in adults. CHD also is a major risk factor for angina (chest pain or discomfort) and heart attack, and it contributes to other heart problems. Following a heart-healthy lifestyle can help you lower your risk for CHD, SCA, and other heart problems. A heart-healthy lifestyle includes: Heart-healthy eating Aiming for a healthy weight Managing stress Physical activity Quitting smoking
How Islamophobia overlaps with racism by Amy McCaig-Rice University A new paper argues that Islamophobia represents a form of racism mixed with cultural intolerance, rather than just an issue of religious intolerance. “We often hear that because Muslims are not a race, people cannot be racist for attacking Muslims. This argument does not stack up.” Author Craig Considine, a lecturer in sociology at Rice University, reviewed more than 40 news articles and referenced dozens of academic studies relating to the experiences of American Muslims and the stereotypical depictions of Muslims. His analysis revealed several findings from the various articles and research papers that support his argument that racism is a symbolic form of Islamophobia, which has been misrepresented as a form of religious bias that oppresses US Muslims on the grounds that Islam is nefarious and antithetical to American values. “We often hear that because Muslims are not a race, people cannot be racist for attacking Muslims,” Considine says. “This argument does not stack up. It is a simplistic way of thinking that overlooks the role that race plays in Islamophobic hate crimes.” Considine summarizes the findings below: In 2016 alone, incidents of Islamophobia, including acts of violence and nonviolent harassment, rose by 57 percent. More than half of hate crimes in the US in 2015—59.2 percent— were linked to a race/ethnicity/ancestry bias. Only 19.7 percent of hate crimes were linked to a religious bias, and 17.7 percent to a sexual orientation bias. More than 50 percent of Muslims experienced some form of hostility between 2010 and 2014, and more than one-third of Muslims felt they had been targeted on the basis of being
identified as Muslim. News outlets give drastically more coverage to crimes by Muslims. Attacks by Muslim perpetrators received, on average, 449 percent more coverage than crimes carried out by nonMuslims. Out of more than 1,000 Hollywood films depicting Arabs, 932 of these films depicted them in a stereotypical or negative light. For example, Arabs/Muslims were constructed as the ominous figure: the bearded, dark-skinned, turban-wearing terrorist. Only 12 films depicted these individuals in a positive way. Considine says that in spite of the racialization of Islam, the population of Muslims in the US is heterogeneous. Of the approximately 3.3 million Muslims of all ages living in the US in 2017, no single racial or ethnic group accounts for more than 30 percent of the total population. Thirty percent of US Muslims describe themselves as white, 23 percent as black, 21 percent as Asian, 6 percent as Hispanic, and 19 percent as other or mixed race. In addition, 81 percent of Muslims in the US are American citizens. “Despite the racial, ethnic, and cultural diversity of the US Muslim population, they continue to be cast as potentially threatening persons based on perceived racial and cultural characteristics,” Considine says. He also says the racially motivated incidents of hate crime examined in this paper—including one incident where a Sikh man in Mesa, Arizona, was shot and killed in the days following September 11 by a man who said he wanted to “kill a Muslim” in retaliation for the terrorist attacks—suggest that Islamophobia does not belong in the realm of “rational” criticism of Islam or Muslims. In this situation, the perpetrator confused the man’s beard and turban as a representation of Islam, and effectively used his “race” to categorize and ultimately harm him in the worst way imaginable, Considine says. “This incident and other incidents referenced in the paper are examples of how Muslims have been racialized and thus subjected to a kind of racism,” he says. “This has led to US citizens getting an idea of who the so-called ‘bad guys’ are and acting based on this
knowledge. “Taking a ‘colorblind’ understanding of Islamophobia—that is, to dismiss the role that race plays in anti-Muslim racism—legitimizes certain racialized practices and maintains inequalities such as racial profiling at airports, police brutality, housing and job discrimination, and voter disenfranchisement.” Considine hopes the paper will raise awareness of the racialization of Islam in the US and help to counter the rising Islamophobia across the country. “We would be misguided to dismiss the role that race plays in incidents where Muslims and non-Muslims are targeted due to stereotypes of ‘Muslim identity,'” he says. “This identity, insofar as the American context goes, appears to be weighted with racial meanings.”
The U.S. just got really bad grades in walking by Neil Schoenherr-WUSTL The US earns an “F” for children and youth walking behavior, safety, public transportation, institutional policies, and pedestrian infrastructure, according to the National Walking and Walkable Communities Report Card. In addition, it earns a “D” for walkable neighborhoods and pedestrian policies. It gets a “C” for adult walking behavior. “Report cards can facilitate change,” says Amy Eyler, associate professor at the Brown School at Washington University in St. Louis and deputy director of the Prevention Research Center in St. Louis. “When a child brings home poor grades, parents and teachers can develop strategies for the child to do better,” she says. “We have tremendous opportunity for improvement. “Not only can we do a lot better within each of the factors, but we have the opportunity to create better, consistent surveillance and measurement of these factors so we can have evidence of change.” Eyler doesn’t find the report’s results surprising. “Being in the physical activity research field for two decades prepared me for the outcome,” she says. “The US is very car-centric, with planning and transportation priorities mostly focused on automobiles.” The 2008 Physical Activity Guidelines for Americans recommend at least 150 minutes a week of moderate intensity physical activity, such as brisk walking, for adults. “Walking for pleasure or transportation counts as physical activity, and decades of research shows that people who are physically active are healthier than those who are not,” Eyler says. “Plus, walking really doesn’t require special skills or equipment. “If we are going to promote and encourage any physical activity for all ages and abilities, I think our best bet is walking. Although the
decision to walk is an individual choice, this decision can be influenced by the way communities are designed and builtâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;and this is where improvements can be made as indicated by the report card.â&#x20AC;? Eyler and fellow panel members presented the results September 14 at the National Walking Summit in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The National Physical Activity Plan Alliance, a nonprofit organization that is committed to ensuring the long-term success of the National Physical Activity Plan (NPAP), put together the advisory panel that created the report.
Chapter 7 - More Of It You got that
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You say "Yes" ... then you ask for how much... when did you get paid ... and you ask if you have further questions and the call ends when each of your question is answered and there isn't anything else to be asked... ... Once you see that there isn't any magic in any movie that all is all... which means it's just illusion... don't think that hulk is some kindaaaa monster which can ttake a building and put it on his one hand... it's not possible and it has never been possible... just illusions. I could tell you the whole story of the movie industry but then I will end up in jail... I just sign contract which says that I can't tell or say to anybody what's going to happen, buttttttt I will take my chances let's start with the buildings and all structures they are fake... just made from styrofoam which in others words means that can be easily be broke from everyone and everything. If I get the main role and start doing some karate stuff with all buildings and structures... I will look like an expert. LIKE A PROFFESIONAL KARATE MASTER... but to do the job i need some special effects - that's for sure. I mean to make the buildings to look fake in my world and in your world to look fucking real. TWO DIMENSIONAL THING
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masturbate when? ... When I am bored... I just join this zone then you are familiar with the drill it has happen in a lot of my stories which I have written. Here is the truth (NAMES DOESN"T EXIST PLACES HAVE NEVER BEEN FOUND You are nobdy... this film is piece of imagination than reality... BODDDDDDDY UP) What I want is how is possible a human being to desire something so fucked up... BLow job ... Blow the HORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN ... SWEEEP IT SWIPE IT AND DRAW IT ... YOU ARE A KILLER, RIGHT? ... NO? wHAT i am interested is why pee doesn't come out when people are
on for fuck... you want pee... let's imagine that you are a bitch... and how in fucking hell you pee in a mouth of bitch in case you say "Mhaaaaaaa" "Mhaaaaaa" and what does happen nothing... bitch left empty When a male cums is so horrible it sounds like "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa"
"Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" "Haaaaaazgaaaaaaaa" It's like dead... the male dies but the truth is without sperm... male
can't survive woman can survive but male can't survive the whole idea of humans mainly males is to be born... and to start preproduction as fast as possible to can continue the a blood group of its kind... and now my biggest mystery which has ever striken my mind who tha fack says to his child "Yeah... you could not continue your kind... no need... - we are okay... - WHAT THA FACK?"
People say it's easy to say - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it F U C K
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It makes you feel better but is that just like the liable pill people say that pill doesn't really works it just just mindset... so and money? ... >.. Nope that's delusional bitch and you deserve to end up in mental facility. (Note: She done something ... she can think... she can read... and say "THANK YOU" god bless ya... morever... GOD FUCK YOU) This is not comedy... comedy is all about repeation once I was there having a role to be the audience and the whole thing was reps and reps and reps... morever... 150 reps... morever... non-stop... morever... no food... morever 12 hours... from 7 to 7... but 8... as PM. _CLOSE THE DOOR and dash it and hash it bitch. Watching somebody having fun doesn't make you having fun ... it doesn't sound selfish... I am just not ready to discuss this shit... but what we eat is merely shit... wanna free shit.... find it in the toilet... pay for shit... eat free shit... not fresh but eat slezze and fucking sneeze it... oh god could it go worst... yeah... it could... now
freedom.. tomorrow school 09/19/2017... it's not 9... 11... John F Kennedy died that year and nothing I have ever heard on TV like saying - "SINCE 200 years a great guy was on this planet." What I heard is "Great Place... is the place which I live" _ WHICH IS hash tag... dash it... hash it... lie... and "It's misery" - Truth... but still sucks... If you want the truth you know that you should look the dick right in the eye if something will come... it will come from the whole do you see it... I see it... go down... near the dick... . great ... great now make sure to be a position as much near the dick as possible... now lick it ... just once (As a child I had a wish to suck... cocks... but it was just imagination... playing with it... razzling and dazzling... not really got to the real part of this shit... I just went there... going to bed and
saying "TOday I will suck a dick..." "ONe... more... I want to taste it... I want to touch it with my tongue" (Wow... my breath is horrible... oh... god... I wanna some water... FLEZE) (Note: Fleeze is advert is sucks your dick and it adds up perfectly to please) Being 18 years old means that before your parents were fucked up why you were fucking somebody... now when you fuck with somebody you get fucked up... - How cool is that... it's called being in stage of 18. What it matters to me is that he has white hair which doesn't put him 10 or 11... years old... let's move on 20 and 30 it officially out... 40 and 50... bet on that with that body probably more suitable for the graveyard that to be a baybe... really... PLEBS - TV Series god that baybe... you are fucking joking with me 1000 reps... I hope that they got all right... for 30 bucks god fuck all. - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it
- FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it F U C K it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it
- FUck it - FUck it F U C K it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it - FUck it F U C K it
Once you are ready... go little above the dick and start jerking off... this dick... try to be near it... open your mouth put out your tongue (FOR ME THIS IS DOGGY POSITION FOR IS BITCHIN POSITION)... but as you know I am client and you are the bitch which gets sex and gets money... how that fact.... 2 in one... are there still bitches which just want sex without paying them... I have heard about such myths and legends but is it true or all is lie? ... GOD FUCK ALl - The whole idea of this story is cumshot right in the eyes... that's what I want to see... some sperm inside yours eyes... ... DICKS AFTER ALL AREN"T SO BAD>>> ARE THEY? Sex is not while you watch porn and jerk off... sex is to fuck real flesh and meat that's sex the other sick freak stuff.
Chapter 8 - Guide How to write?
Writing Guide (Part 1) by DeYtH Banger 1. (Rule) ... Build a character... in the frame of 5 chapters... don't put too much details make him the main character... then somewhere around 5... 6 chapter... try to create a killer... make the killer interesting and mysterious then try to use the kill the first character in this case the conflict is between Detective (Great... 25 Years) and Killer (Who is very familiar with how everything goes in crime scene) ... What more interesting than a fight between too genius creatures... 1. Detective then 2. Killer to make it more interesting try to be as mysterious as possible don't be predictable if you don't like the way the whole thing goes... try with new chapter a new direction then wake up... make it a dream... alll what has happen is a dream... but what more vicious than recognizing a dream inside a dream... everything happens... reality is a dream... what happens is just in a dream it has never happen... but
never isn't the word which you should use... never is just the beginning... it just starts... first dreams then it starts to strike in the reality... But reality isn't nothing more decagon... dimensions. Everything gots a corner in this whole story... but as you get closer you pray to don't get somewhere where you shouldn't be... ..................
2. (Rule) - This above is the beginning it's like picture inside a picture inside a picture ... ... Create characters.. .Create "Extra" - this is the people which will die... which will be around... you can't fly between two characters... you need more audience... make a place which will be interesting to be explored... if you ask me try with chapters which are more gripping Chapter 1 - You wish you are Dead Chapter 2 - Deadly Choice Chapter 3 - Deadly Decision Chapter 4 - With Precision Chapter 5 - Everything Sucks Chapter 6 - Everything is Nothing Chapter 7- It's too Late to Say GoodBye
Chapter 8 - Try To Say "GoodBye" Chapter 9 - Don't Press Chapter 10 - Don't Think about it .... This is awesome it makes you wonder what's inside each chapter it could also be Chapter 1 - 11 Victims Chapter 2 - Dead Chapter 3 - Being Great Is nOt Enough (DOn't spoil the content by giving a chapter name which tells everything which is going to happen in this story like E.G. Chapter 1 - The Detective Dies Chapter 2 - Killer IS Caught (Naaah sucks... we already know what to expect try something like) Chapter 1 - I wish I am Dead Chapter 2 - Nothing Chapter 3 - I was There Chapter 4 - It's A Lie Chapter 5 - Take the BUs Chapter 6 - Bloody Art Chapter 7 - It's the beginning ...
3. (Rule) - Don't spoil the story by going around the same events over and over and over and over... and trying to ruin somebody's reputation while building other people reputation, reps suck if you gonna make reps just stop writting. Writting is not about reps it's about "ODD". Some authors spoil the story in the middle "You already know what's going to happen and expect something new... but it stays there" - Opinion ... Kill him... them... all of them... if u don't like the outcome of this whole story create a sequel and kill all of them... one by one... how? ... Just make it silent... and personal... we are not amateurs.
Writing Guide (Part 2) by DeYtH Banger 4. (Rule) - You should see the whole image ... If you are writting a story about erotic kills try to see the position of the bitch and how the cock is around her and a guy is trying to rape her and how she see the all thing and also try to see and the killer position. - Why does he starts that? ... How he does WHat he does ... Who is he? What's his name? ... ... Is that his first victim? ... You can see great examples inside my stories 1. It's Not A Happy (Great Killer...)
2. One The Record 3. A Letter Send to: (A Letter from a killer) 4. The BBB (I am sorry, but that's how everything started) 5. 1960's (Kill YOurself) 6. 1960's (Part 2) (Try It) 7. TimeZane (Part 1) (Did you Saw it comming?) 8. TimeZane (Part 2) (Words aren't enough) (Note: It means that if there is a cock which is going to cum in her eyes you should be in her position and too see how it's going to go... where?... Why there?... ask yourself this questions and try by using the answers building up something. IF you can't make something today ... put it for tomorrow... probably you are going to get motivation tomorrow. If you are the killer try to experience the art... what will the killer have 1.60 - Heigh? 60 Weight? ... With A Glock ... (Bang.. .bang... - Just typical crimescience the killer is in rage and knows the victim or probably is because of stereotype if we look closer he kills people which look almost the same... probably this has been a girlfriend which has left him and now he seeks for revenge... or what?... Or what? ... This here is a Criminal Minds Profile... why you don't try to build up one?)
... With a knife (Slash... slash... slash... - Bam Bam the art of killing) 5. (Rule) - Research is important... if I want to make a rape case... I need pornography... First to feel the pleasure of sex and how it reflects mind... then as a second stage I start watching Series like "Dark Minds" - Documentary "Criminal Minds" - TV Series "Elementary" - TV Series "Obsession: Dark Desires" "House of Horror: Kidnapped" "American Ripper" - The whole idea is to feel now how is the feeling to kill ... third stage what we need to get there? ... Alcohol and drugs can do the work... they say something small and it gets bigger anda the guy whoo is on too much alcohol or on too much drugs just... SNAPS ... But why we don' make it more complex... the gets angry or jelous... jelousy is awesome and it doesn't need somebody to be on drugs or
alchol to feel it. and snaps ... Or some people just decline to take him at work because he is already bein in prison... - TOO MUCH? ... Being suspicious could do that think making the detective thinks that this suspicious guy is the killer and boom... few chapters... thinking that they are on the right guy but they are following a wrong person... - How awesome is that? ... It's like life! ... Diseases ... Phobias are awesome things if u use them in right way you can make a hell of a good novel.
Chapter 9 - Next To Read Books - Extra Literature
Books (Part 1) 1. The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend by Kody Keplinger 4 stars out of 5 My Opinion: "September 21, 2017 – 60.0% "In your place I will "kill myself"." September 21, 2017 – 50.0% "1:15:14" September 21, 2017 – 30.0% "44:57" September 20, 2017 – Started Reading" P.S.: Always curious how everything happens 2. The Eleventh Victim by Nancy Grace My rating: 5 of 5 stars "September 20, 2017 – 70.0% "Nice... nice... nice 1:12:00" September 20, 2017 – 50.0% "59:20" September 20, 2017 – 20.0% "This guy sends chills up to the spine. ... This killer is so vicious and smart and geneious ...
GREAT, great work... just congrats for the author." September 20, 2017 – 10.0% "21:55" September 20, 2017 – Started Reading" - One moment +1 star other moments -1 star it's difficult to judge such a brilliant work... but to be honest here I really enjoyed this work and I can't wait to start and to read and the other books which are part of the series. ... In my opinion such author like Nancy Grace is rare and if you see such try to appreacite the whole thing. 3. Rape: A Love Story by Joyce Carol Oates My rating: 4 of 5 stars "September 20, 2017 – 70.0% "Who da fack are you to make such promises?" September 20, 2017 – 60.0% "1:11:40" September 20, 2017 – 50.0% "1:00:18 ... A image full of agony and anger... one simple rape could cost so much." September 20, 2017 – Started Reading" 4. Blue Genes by Val McDermid My rating: 3 of 5 stars
The whole thing is just don't think... that's all... DON"T GIVE A SHIT! 5. The Punch Escrow by Tal M. Klein My rating: 5 of 5 stars "September 12, 2017 – 70.0% "70 out of 104" September 8, 2017 – 60.0% September 8, 2017 – 50.0% "59 out of 104" September 8, 2017 – 50.0% "51 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 25.0% September 7, 2017 – 15.0% "40 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 15.0% "31 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 8.0% "27 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 8.0% "23 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 5.0% "12 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 5.0% "5 out of 104" September 7, 2017 – 5.0% "There is something in this book, I don't know what...but there is something. ... Btw, the intro it grips you just from the beginning." September 7, 2017 – Started Reading"
- The content which is going to motivate you here is... ... The Strange Titles of each chapters... the strange book cover and book title and the way this whole story starts revealing itself.
Books (Part 2) I got punched for no reason... and kicked... but I wasn't the only one victim... it was three of us and 2 security guards life is so ironical. 6. The Lodger by Marie Belloc Lowndes My rating: 3 of 5 stars "September 11, 2017 – 70.0% "It's like "WOW, WTF" ... And little glitchy moments" September 11, 2017 – 50.0% "1:11:33" September 11, 2017 – 50.0% "It's going to become very very bad.. "Oh... dude you are fucking my wife?" - STYLE" September 11, 2017 – 50.0% "Is she his next victim? ... ... So attractive... so vicious" September 11, 2017 – 30.0% "They gonna die... so lovely... ...
That's Jack The Ripper" September 11, 2017 – 30.0% "He can kill everyone and everything... ... Everybody likes him... that's how he gets nears to his victims... he is likeable" September 11, 2017 – 5.0% "The story should be same right? ... No matter about which year has been published... it has been saved?" September 11, 2017 – Started Reading" - HE IS DEAD ... - He is Jack THe Ripper 7. The Death Box by Jack Kerley My rating: 4 of 5 stars "September 12, 2017 – page 209 52.25% "OKay... Okay... I was pretty rough with this book ... The Cover is awesome it deserv one star, right?" September 12, 2017 – page 209 52.25% "1:19:36" September 12, 2017 – page 209 52.25% "NO... NO book has ever been as suspensful... as a film/movie/series" September 12, 2017 – page 209 52.25% "I am bored and it continues
... WHAT THA FACK" September 12, 2017 – page 185 46.25% "Chapter 34 ..." September 11, 2017 – page 185 46.25% September 11, 2017 – page 157 39.25% September 11, 2017 – page 75 18.75% September 10, 2017 – page 29 7.25% September 7, 2017 – page 23 5.75% "One day ... and my death will be ironical." September 7, 2017 – page 23 5.75% "I would rather say that I like the beginning of this book Chapter 1." September 7, 2017 – page 6 1.5% "Hate Staying in one book too much.... ..." September 7, 2017 – Started Reading" - Just blink once or twice you gonna get it ... If not speed up... I hope you get it.
Chapter 10 - Tips Reading Tips
In the time you spend on social media each year, you could read 200 books by Charles Chu
Somebody once asked Warren Buffett about his secret to success. Buffett pointed to a stack of books and said, Read 500 pages like this every day. That’s how knowledge works. It builds up, like compound interest. All of you can do it, but I guarantee not many of you will… When I first found this quote of Buffett’s two years ago, something was wrong. It was Dec. 2014. I’d found my dream job. Some days, I would be there, sitting at my dream job, and I would think, “My god what if I’m still here in 40 years? I don’t want to die like this…”
Something wasn’t right. I’d followed the prescription. Good grades. Leadership. Recommendations. College. Dream Job. I was a winner. I’d finished the race. Here I was in the land of dreams. But something was terribly, terribly wrong. Every day, from my dream job desk, I looked out into their eyes. Empty, empty eyes. There were no answers. In January of 2015, I found Buffett’s quote. I decided to read. I was going to read and read and read and never stop until I got some damn answers. I didn’t quite make 500 pages a day, but, in these last two years, I’ve read over 400 books cover to cover. That decision to start reading was one of the most important decisions in my life. Books gave me the courage to travel. Books gave me the conviction to quit my job. Books gave me role models and heroes and meaning in a world where I had none. I want to say reading 200 books a year is an amazing thing. But the truth is, it’s not. Anybody can do it. All it takes is some simple math and the right tools. 1. Do not quit before you start When average Joe hears the advice “Read 500 pages like this every day,” his snap reaction is to say, “No way! That’s impossible!” Joe will then go on to make up reasons to justify his belief without doing any deep thinking at all. These might include “I’m too busy,” “I’m not smart enough,” or “Books just aren’t for me.” But what if we go a little deeper? For example, what does it actually take to read 200 books a year? Two years ago, I stopped to do the simple math. Here’s what I found: Reading 200 books a year isn’t hard at all. It’s just like Buffett says. Anyone can do it, but most people won’t.
2. Do the simple math How much time does it take to read 200 books a year? First, let’s look at two quick statistics: The average American reads 200–400 words per minute (Since you’re on Medium, I’m going to assume you read 400 wpm like me) Typical non-fiction books have ~50,000 words Now, all we need are some quick calculations… 200 books * 50,000 words/book = 10 million words 10 million words/400 wpm = 25,000 minutes 25,000 minutes/60 = 417 hours That’s all there is to it. To read 200 books, simply spend 417 hours a year reading. I know, I know. If your brain is like mine, it probably saw “417 hours” and immediately tried to shut off. Most people only work 40 hours a week! How can we possibly read for 417 hours? Don’t let your monkey brain turn you away yet. Let’s do a quick reframe for what 417 hours really means… 3. Find the time Wowsers, 417 hours. That sure feels like a lot. But what does 417 hours really mean? Let’s try to get some more perspective. Here’s how much time a single American spends on social media and TV in a year: 608 hours on social media 1642 hours on TV Wow. That’s 2250 hours a year spent on TRASH. If those hours were spent reading instead, you could be reading over 1,000 books a year!
Here’s the simple truth behind reading a lot of books: It’s not that hard. We have all the time we need. The scary part—the part we all ignore—is that we are too addicted, too weak, and too distracted to do what we all know is important… All it takes to start reading a lot more is to take “empty time” spent Twitter-stalking celebrities or watching Desperate Housewives and convert some of it to reading time. The theory is simple. It’s the execution that’s hard. 4. Execute We all know reading is important. We all know we should do more of it. But we don’t. The main reason this happens is a failure to execute. I’m not so perfect at it yet, but here are some tactics that have helped me get results. I. Use environmental design If you were quitting cocaine, would you keep it lying around the house? Of course not. Media is designed to be addictive. Moving away from media addiction can be as difficult as quitting drugs. The biggest bang-for-buck changes here are environmental. If you want to read, make sure (1) you remove all distractions from your environment and (2) you make books as easy to access as possible. As an example, here’s my immediate environment:
I travel a lot. That doesn’t stop me from reading. The picture on the left is of my “bookshelf” in Thailand. I try to keep books everywhere so I can just pick one up and start reading. The picture on the right is my smartphone desktop. Notice there are only two apps. One of them—the Kindle app—is for reading. The other is for habits… Which brings me to my next point. II. Upload habits Willpower is not a good tool for lifestyle change. It always fails you when you need it most. Instead of relying on strength of mind, build a fortress of habits—these are what will keep you resilient in tough times. If you’re not familiar with habit science, my favorite book on the subject is Tynan’s Superhuman by Habit. It’s infinitely practical, and practical is all I care about. Getting good at habit formation took me years. Many of the mistakes I made were avoidable. If I could go back, I’d find a habit coach. Here’s how I see it. One game-changing idea from a good book is worth thousands of dollars. If a coach helps you read ONE
more good book a year, you already get your money’s worth. (A shout out to Cherry Jeffs and Nathan Sudds, two coaches who have helped me out a lot.) III. Go multi-medium When it comes to reading, be a jack of all trades, not a specialist. If your goal is to read more, you can’t be picky about where you read or what mediums you use. I read paper books. I read on my phone. I listen to audiobooks. And I do these things everywhere—on park benches, in buses, in the toilet… Wherever I can. Make your reading opportunistic. If you have a chance, take it. If you don’t have a chance, find one. I read a book one day and my whole life was changed. — Orhan Pamuk If I hadn’t started reading, perhaps I’d still be at my dream job. Perhaps I’d still be at my desk, taking peeks at the clock and wondering if that was how I was going to die… If you’re looking for answers, give reading a try. You may find much, much more than what you were looking for. This post originally appeared at Better Humans. Want more? Charles publishes The Open Circle, a free weekly newsletter to over 10,000 readers where he deconstructs high-achievers and shares exclusive lessons from his own learning experiments.
Other - Facebook What really happens?
Facebook Has 50 Minutes of Your Time Each Day. It Wants More. by James B. Stewart Life is a Paradigm... you quit one Paradigm but you enter another life is a Paradigm... by itself you quit but you enter once again. REPS ... Facebook reported dazzling first quarter results last week: Net income nearly tripled to $1.5 billion, and monthly active users hit a record 1.65 billion. But it’s a much smaller number that leapt out at me. Fifty minutes. That’s the average amount of time, the company said, that users spend each day on its Facebook, Instagram and Messenger platforms (and that’s not counting the popular messaging app WhatsApp). Maybe that doesn’t sound like so much. But there are only 24 hours in a day, and the average person sleeps for 8.8 of them. That means more than one-sixteenth of the average user’s waking time is spent on Facebook. The average time that users spend on Facebook is nearing an hour. That’s more than any other leisure activity surveyed by the Bureau of Labor Statistics, with the exception of watching television programs and movies (an average per day of 2.8 hours). It’s more time than people spend reading (19 minutes); participating in sports or exercise (17 minutes); or social events (four minutes). It’s almost as much time as people spend eating and drinking (1.07 hours). “When you really think about it, 50 minutes is a tremendous amount of time — it’s huge,” said Ken Sena, a managing director and analyst at Evercore who covers consumer Internet companies. “Usually, when a platform expands its user base, the average time spent goes down, because a lot of new people aren’t that active.” Continue reading the main story
But the average time people spend on Facebook has gone up — from around 40 minutes in 2014 — even as the number of monthly active users has surged. And that’s just the average. Some users must be spending many hours a day on the site, prone to the unofficial syndrome known as Internet Addiction Disorder. “They’re doing a tremendous job of finding ways to keep people on the site,” Mr. Sena said. PhotoWhile the Bureau of Labor Statistics surveys nearly every conceivable time-occupying activity (even fencing and spelunking), it doesn’t specifically tally the time spent on social media.CreditIra Gay Sealy/The Denver Post, via Getty Images Facebook’s chief executive, Mark Zuckerberg, disclosed the 50 minutes metric almost as an aside during the company’s earnings call last month. But it could well have been the opening slide in his presentation, because time has become the holy grail of digital media. Time is the best measure of engagement, and engagement correlates with advertising effectiveness. Time also increases the supply of impressions that Facebook can sell, which brings in more revenue (a 52 percent increase last quarter to $5.4 billion). And time enables Facebook to learn more about its users — their habits and interests — and thus better target its ads. The result is a powerful network effect that competitors will be hard pressed to match. Ranked by average time spent on the platform, Facebook has few rivals. According to the latest data from comScore, the only one that comes close is Alphabet’s YouTube, where users spent an average of 17 minutes a day on the site. That’s less than half the 35 minutes a day users spent on Facebook, based on comScore’s data (which, unlike Facebook’s 50 minutes, is derived only from users in the United States). Users spent an average of nine minutes on all of Yahoo’s sites, two minutes on LinkedIn and just one minute on Twitter, according to comScore. No wonder Twitter is struggling to attract ad spending. People spending the most time on Facebook also tend to fall into the prized 18-to-34 demographic sought by advertisers. “Generally speaking, higher usage on Facebook skews to younger
users, and towards millennials specifically,” said Andrew Lipsman, vice president for marketing and insights at comScore. “You hear a narrative that young people are fleeing Facebook. The data show that’s just not true. Younger users have a wider appetite for social media, and they spend a lot of time on multiple networks. But they spend more time on Facebook by a wide margin.”
Photo Schoolboys sitting on a window sill squeeze together to get a better look at a comic book in 1955. In 2014, the average American spent 19 minutes a day reading.CreditVan Ophuysen/BIPs, via Getty Images The surging popularity of Facebook and other social media naturally brings up some questions: What aren’t Facebook users doing during the 50 minutes they spend there? Is it possibly interfering with work (and productivity), or, in the case of young people, studying and reading? That data is hard to come by. For one thing, people don’t want to admit in surveys that they are using social media when they are supposed to be doing something else. While the Bureau of Labor Statistics surveys nearly every conceivable time-occupying activity (even fencing and spelunking), it
doesn’t specifically tally the time spent on social media, both because the activity may have multiple purposes — both work and leisure — and because people often do it at the same time they are ostensibly engaged in other activities, according to a bureau spokeswoman. The closest category would be “computer use for leisure,” which has grown from eight minutes in 2006, when the bureau began collecting the data, to 14 minutes in 2014, the most recent survey. Or perhaps it would be “socializing and communicating with others,” which slipped from 40 minutes to 38 minutes. But time spent on most leisure activities hasn’t changed much in those eight years of the bureau’s surveys. Time spent reading dropped from an average of 22 minutes to 19 minutes. Watching television and movies increased from 2.57 hours to 2.8. Average time spent working declined from 3.4 hours to 3.25. (Those hours seem low because much of the population, which includes both young people and the elderly, does not work.) The bureau’s numbers, since they cover the entire population, may be too broad to capture important shifts among important demographic groups. ComScore reported that television viewing (both live and recorded) dropped 2 percent last year, and it said younger viewers in particular are abandoning traditional live television. People ages 18-34 spent just 47 percent of their viewing time on television screens, and 40 percent on mobile devices. Among those 55 and older, 70 percent of their viewing time was on television, according to comScore. So among young people, much social media time may be coming at the expense of traditional television. PhotoA family watching television together in 1950. The average time Americans spent watching TV in 2014 was 2.8 hours a day. CreditKeystone Features/Getty Images Mr. Lipsman of comScore said he was skeptical that social media use could be blamed for stagnating productivity or a decline in educational standards. He said comScore’s data suggests that people are spending on average just six to seven minutes a day using social
media on their work computers. “I don’t think Facebook is displacing other activity,” he said. “People use it during downtime during the course of their day, in the elevator, or while commuting, or waiting. That’s the biggest driver of so much of this engagement.” Facebook, naturally, is busy cooking up ways to get us to spend even more time on the platform. A crucial initiative is improving its News Feed, tailoring it more precisely to the needs and interests of its users, based on how long people spend reading particular posts. For people who demonstrate a preference for video, more video will appear near the top of their news feed. The more time people spend on Facebook, the more data they will generate about themselves, and the better the company will get at the task. As a company spokeswoman, Jessie Baker, told me: “The time people spend on our site is a good measure of whether we’re delivering value to them. The better we do at providing what people most want to see, the more likely they are to return to the app and spend time.” Obviously there are limits to how much time Facebook users can spend since there are only 24 hours in a day. But short of that, “I don’t feel there’s any upper limit,” said Mr. Sena, the analyst. “Everybody wants to be the platform that’s on all day, kind of like some people used to have their television on all the time. Facebook is probably in the best position because people are already such active users.”
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After 15 yrs in vegetative state, patient becomes minimally conscious by Beth Mole
Enlarge / Information sharing across all electrodes before and after vagus nerve stimulation. On the right, the warmer colors (yellow/orange) indicated an increase of connectivity among posterior parietal regions.Current Biology After lying in a vegetative state for 15 years, a 35-year-old male patient in France appears to have regained minimal consciousness following months of vagus nerve stimulation, researchers report today in Current Biology. The patient, who suffered severe brain damage in a car crash, had shown no signs of awareness or improvement before. He made no apparent purposeful movements and didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t respond to doctors or family at his bedside. But after researchers surgically implanted a
device that stimulates the vagus nerve, quiet areas of his brain began to perk up—as did he. His eyes turned toward people talking and could follow a moving mirror. He turned his head to follow a speaker moving around his bed. He slowly shook his head when asked. When researchers suddenly drew very close to his face, his eyes widened as if he was surprised or scared. When caregivers played his favorite music, he smiled and shed a tear. The reignited activity bumped his clinical status from vegetative to minimally conscious—an improvement, but still a severely disabled condition. Nevertheless, it gives the researchers optimism that this type of nerve stimulation could help treat other patients with severe brain damage and impaired consciousness. The fact that he was in a vegetative state for so long beforehand makes the results even more convincing, they argue. (The likelihood of regaining consciousness after a single year in an unresponsive state is rather dismal.) “Our study demonstrates the therapeutic potential of vagus nerve stimulation to modulate large-scale human brain activity and alleviate disorders of consciousness,” the researchers, led by neurologist Angela Sirigu of Institut des Sciences Cognitives Marc Jeannerod in Lyon, France, conclude. Other researchers were far more cautious in their interpretation of the study, though. For one thing, it only involves one patient. And while the patient did improve, it wasn’t a large improvement and is “of questionable significance to the patient,” according to Dr. Elizabeth Coulthard, an expert in dementia neurology at the University of Bristol. In a statement, Coulthard continued: While it is suggested that perhaps this opens an avenue for future research, one cannot infer any clinical benefit on the basis of this one patient. Even the small change demonstrated here may not be transferable to other people in a persistent vegetative state.
Energized research Using vagus nerve stimulation to spark brain activity isn’t a new idea. The nerve is thought to play an important part in awareness. It extends from the brain, skims the heart, and ends in the colon. The central conduit carries a variety of bodily and visceral signals. When stimulated, it boosts metabolism in the forebrain and is thought to play a key role in alertness, arousal, and fight-or-flight responses. Vagus nerve stimulation therapy is already used to prevent epileptic seizures by sending regular, mild pulses to the brain. And some early studies have provided hints that electrical jolts to the brain—including through the vagus nerve—could help people with traumatic brain injury. In particular, vagus nerve stimulation has been shown to improve recovery in rats with brain injuries. The new study is one of several clinical efforts to test the method in humans. For their test, the French researchers turned to an implantable, programmable device approved for use in patients with epilepsy. The gadget, installed in the left side of the chest, provides gentle pulses through a double-coil electrode that’s wrapped around the vagus nerve at neck level. In the six months after the surgery, the researchers gradually ramped up pulse intensity to a maximum of 1.5 mA. Scans and tests done before and after the implantation showed improvement in brain activity. The researchers saw an increase in theta waves, which is an increase linked to transitioning from a vegetative to minimally conscious state. Positron Emission Tomography (PET) scans indicated that brain metabolism was boosted, too. Analyzing electroencephalogram (EEG) data, the researchers found that connectivity and information sharing increased across the brain. Last, they noted increased activity in the parieto-temporaloccipital border, which is “a region labelled as a hot-zone for
conscious awareness,â&#x20AC;? the researchers report. Dr. Uzma Samadani, a neurologist and expert in traumatic brain injury [TBI] research at the University of Minnesota, expressed delight at the study and its findings. â&#x20AC;&#x153;I am emphatically in favor of this line of research,â&#x20AC;? she told Ars. With colleagues, Samadani is conducting a trial of her own to test vagus nerve stimulation in patients with brain injuries. "I believe that we do not have full understanding of the mechanisms of impaired consciousness associated with trauma but that vagus nerve stimulation appears to show promise in this isolated case report," she said. "Despite the fact that this is only one case, I am encouraged that this will provide evidence to funding boards that this is an area that needs to be considered. Our own work is currently being conducted using non-invasive VNS [vagus nerve stimulation] in moderate TBI patients, and we look forward to sharing our results in the future."
A simple way to break a bad habit 1. When I was first learning to meditate, the instruction was to simply pay attention to my breath, and when my mind wandered, to bring it back. 2. Sounded simple enough. Yet I'd sit on these silent retreats,sweating through T-shirts in the middle of winter. I'd take naps every chance I got because it was really hard work. Actually, it was exhausting. The instruction was simple enough but I was missing something really important. 3. So why is it so hard to pay attention? Well, studies show that even when we're really trying to pay attention to something -like maybe this talk -- at some point, about half of us will drift off into a daydream, or have this urge to check our Twitter feed. 4. So what's going on here? It turns out that we're fighting one of the most evolutionarily-conserved learning processes currently known in science, one that's conserved back to the most basic nervous systems known to man. 5. This reward-based learning process is called positive and negative reinforcement, and basically goes like this. We see some food that looks good, our brain says, "Calories! ... Survival!" We eat the food, we taste it -- it tastes good. And especially with sugar, our bodies send a signal to our brain that says, "Remember what you're eating and where you found it."We lay down this context-dependent memory and learn to repeat the process next time. See food, eat food, feel good,repeat. Trigger, behavior, reward. 6. Simple, right? Well, after a while, our creative brains say, "You know what? You can use this for more than just remembering where food is. You know, next time you feel bad, why don't you try eating something good so you'll feel better?" We thank our brains for the great idea, try this and quickly learn that if we eat chocolate or ice cream when we're mad or sad, we feel better. 7. Same process, just a different trigger. Instead of this hunger signal coming from our stomach, this emotional signal -feeling sad -- triggers that urge to eat.
8. Maybe in our teenage years, we were a nerd at school, and we see those rebel kids outside smoking and we think, "Hey, I want to be cool." So we start smoking. The Marlboro Man wasn't a dork, and that was no accident. See cool, smoke to be cool, feel good. Repeat. Trigger, behavior, reward. And each time we do this, we learn to repeat the process and it becomes a habit. So later, feeling stressed out triggers that urge to smoke a cigarette or to eat something sweet. 9. Now, with these same brain processes, we've gone from learning to survive to literally killing ourselves with these habits.Obesity and smoking are among the leading preventable causes of morbidity and mortality in the world. 10. So back to my breath. What if instead of fighting our brains, or trying to force ourselves to pay attention, we instead tapped into this natural, reward-based learning process ... but added a twist? What if instead we just got really curious about what was happening in our momentary experience? 11. I'll give you an example. In my lab, we studied whether mindfulness training could help people quit smoking. Now, just like trying to force myself to pay attention to my breath, they could try to force themselves to quit smoking. And the majority of them had tried this before and failed -- on average, six times. 12. Now, with mindfulness training, we dropped the bit about forcing and instead focused on being curious. In fact, we even told them to smoke. What? Yeah, we said, "Go ahead and smoke, just be really curious about what it's like when you do." 13. And what did they notice? Well here's an example from one of our smokers. She said, "Mindful smoking: smells like stinky cheese and tastes like chemicals, YUCK!" Now, she knew, cognitively that smoking was bad for her, that's why she joined our program. What she discovered just by being curiously aware when she smoked was that smoking tastes like shit. 14. Now, she moved from knowledge to wisdom. She moved from knowing in her head that smoking was bad for her to knowing it in her bones, and the spell of smoking was broken. She started to become disenchanted with her behavior. 15. Now, the prefrontal cortex, that youngest part of our brain from
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an evolutionary perspective, it understands on an intellectual level that we shouldn't smoke. And it tries its hardest to help us change our behavior, to help us stop smoking, to help us stop eating that second, that third, that fourth cookie. We call this cognitive control. We're using cognition to control our behavior.Unfortunately, this is also the first part of our brain that goes offline when we get stressed out, which isn't that helpful. Now, we can all relate to this in our own experience. We're much more likely to do things like yell at our spouse or kidswhen we're stressed out or tired, even though we know it's not going to be helpful. We just can't help ourselves. When the prefrontal cortex goes offline, we fall back into our old habits, which is why this disenchantment is so important.Seeing what we get from our habits helps us understand them at a deeper level -- to know it in our bones so we don't have to force ourselves to hold back or restrain ourselves from behavior. We're just less interested in doing it in the first place. And this is what mindfulness is all about: Seeing really clearly what we get when we get caught up in our behaviors,becoming disenchanted on a visceral level and from this disenchanted stance, naturally letting go. This isn't to say that, poof, magically we quit smoking. But over time, as we learn to see more and more clearly the results of our actions, we let go of old habits and form new ones. The paradox here is that mindfulness is just about being really interested in getting close and personal with what's actually happening in our bodies and minds from moment to moment.This willingness to turn toward our experience rather than trying to make unpleasant cravings go away as quickly as possible. And this willingness to turn toward our experience is supported by curiosity, which is naturally rewarding. What does curiosity feel like? It feels good. And what happens when we get curious? We start to notice that cravings are simply made up of body sensations -- oh, there's tightness, there's tension, there's restlessness -- and that these body sensations
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come and go. These are bite-size pieces of experiences that we can manage from moment to momentrather than getting clobbered by this huge, scary craving that we choke on. In other words, when we get curious, we step out of our old, fear-based, reactive habit patterns, and we step into being. We become this inner scientist where we're eagerly awaiting that next data point. Now, this might sound too simplistic to affect behavior. But in one study, we found that mindfulness training was twice as good as gold standard therapy at helping people quit smoking.So it actually works. And when we studied the brains of experienced meditators, we found that parts of a neural network of self-referential processing called the default mode network were at play. Now, one current hypothesis is that a region of this network, called the posterior cingulate cortex, is activated not necessarily by craving itself but when we get caught up in it, when we get sucked in, and it takes us for a ride. In contrast, when we let go -- step out of the process just by being curiously aware of what's happening -- this same brain region quiets down. Now we're testing app and online-based mindfulness training programs that target these core mechanisms and, ironically, use the same technology that's driving us to distraction to help us step out of our unhealthy habit patterns of smoking, of stress eating and other addictive behaviors. Now, remember that bit about context-dependent memory?We can deliver these tools to peoples' fingertips in the contexts that matter most. So we can help them tap into their inherent capacity to be curiously aware right when that urge to smoke or stress eat or whatever arises. So if you don't smoke or stress eat, maybe the next time you feel this urge to check your email when you're bored, or you're trying to distract yourself from work, or maybe to compulsively respond to that text message when you're driving, see if you can tap into this natural capacity, just be curiously aware of what's happening in your body and mind in that moment. It will just be
another chance to perpetuate one of our endless and exhaustive habit loops ... or step out of it. 29. Instead of see text message, compulsively text back, feel a little bit better -- notice the urge, get curious, feel the joy of letting go and repeat.
The First Joke by Melissa Born from cultures we can only read about and making fun of customs we don’t always understand, many of the world’s oldest jokes, to a modern audience, simply aren’t that funny. That said, humans being humans, with the oldest joke that has survived through today, it would appear little has changed in the interim- it, naturally, being a fart joke. To wit, recorded on a Sumerian tablet somewhere between 1900 and 2300 BC, the first known joke is as follow: Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young woman did not fart on her husband’s lap. The second oldest documented joke moves away from potty humor in favor of a sex, recorded about 1600 BC on the Westcar Papyrus: “How do you entertain a bored pharaoh? You sail a boatload of young women dressed only in fishing nets down the Nile and urge the pharaoh to go catch a fish.” The third oldest known joke was recorded on a Babylonian tablet dating to about 1500 BC and, given some of the context is missing, is interesting today mostly for its construction, being the oldest known “Yo’ Momma” joke… (We haven’t really changed all that much, have we?): …of your mother is by the one who has intercourse with her. What/who is it? *No answer* From this point, occasional surviving jokes pop up here and there, and even references to no longer surviving joke books. The first known of these is a collection of jokes from a social club in Athens that was reportedly compiled at the request of Philip the Great of
Macedon (382–336 BC), but unfortunately has been lost to history. Several hundred years later (and a few more known references to lost joke books in the interim), we have a Greek joke book whose contents have survived to today. That book, Philogelos, (full book here) dates to around the 4th or 5th century AD and includes 265 jokes, a selection of which shows a wide range of humor and, in some cases, how little basic joke themes have changed over the centuries: An intellectual was told by someone: “your beard is now coming in.” So he went to the rear-entrance and waited for it. Another intellectual asked what he was doing. Once he heard the whole story, he said: “I’m not surprised that people say we lack common sense. How do you know that it’s not coming in by the other gate?” Someone needled a jokester: “I had your wife, without paying a dime.” He replied: “It’s my duty as a husband to couple with such a monstrosity. What made you do it?” A man with bad breath asked his wife: “Madame, why do you hate me? And she replied: “Because you love me.” A young man invited into his home frisky old women. He said to his servants: “Mix a drink for one, and have sex with the other, if she wants to.” The women spoke up as one: “I’m not thirsty.” A misogynist was sick, at death’s door. When his wife said to him, “If anything bad happens to you, I’ll hang myself,” he looked up at her and said: “Do me the favor while I’m still alive.” An intellectual during the night ravished his grandmother and for this got a beating from his father. The intellectual complained: “You’ve been mounting my mother for a long time, without suffering any consequences from me. And now you’re mad that you found me screwing your mother for the first time ever!?” Consulting a hotheaded doctor, a fellow says: “Professor, I’m
unable to lie down or stand up; I can’t even sit down.” The doctor responds: “I guess the only thing left is to hang yourself.” A student dunce went swimming and almost drowned. So now he swears he’ll never get into water until he’s really learned to swim. A misogynist stood in the marketplace and announced: “I’m putting my wife up for sale, tax-free!” When people asked him why, he said: “So the authorities will impound her.” Finally, there are a few riddles from the 10th century AD AngloSaxons recorded in the Exeter Codex that are generally regarded as the first known English jokes (albeit Old English) due to their double entendre nature. For example: “What hangs at a man’s thigh and wants to poke the hole that it’s often poked before? Answer: A key.” And the similar themed: I am a wondrous creature for women in expectation, a service for neighbors. I harm none of the citizens except my slayer alone. My stem is erect, I stand up in bed, hairy somewhere down below. A very comely peasant’s daughter, dares sometimes, proud maiden, that she grips at me, attacks me in my redness, plunders my head, confines me in a stronghold, feels my encounter directly, woman with braided hair. Wet be that eye. Answer: An Onion
Why We Kiss Under the Mistletoe by Daven Hiskey If you’ve ever wondered why we kiss under the mistletoe and how the plant got that strange name, well, wonder no more. The name for mistletoe derives the fact that mistletoe tends to spring from bird droppings that have fallen on trees, with the seeds having passed through the digestive tract of the birds. Thus, the plant was given the name “misteltan” in Old English from “mistel”, meaning “dung”, and “tan”, the plural of “ta”, meaning “twig”. Hence, “mistletoe” is another way to essentially say “dung twig”. Not only is mistletoe a dung twig, but most varieties of this plant are partial parasites, being unable to sustain themselves on their own photosynthesis, so they leach what they need from the particular tree they are growing on. Some varieties of mistletoe, such as the North America Arceuthobium pussilum, are full parasites in that they get all their resources from the tree they are growing on and have no leaves. So where did the tradition of kissing under a parasitic poop twig come from? The mistletoe has been considered a prized plant throughout history going all the way back to the Ancient Greeks, Celts, the Babylonians, and Scandinavians. For instance, the Ancient Greeks considered the plant an aphrodisiac; believed it aided in fertility; and could be used to achieve eternal life. According to Ancient Babylonian legend, they had the closest thing to our current tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. At that time, single women looking for a mate supposedly would stand outside of the temple of the goddess of love. Mistletoe was hung over the entrance to the temple and when a potential suitor would approach one of the ladies, they were supposed to bond with him. They did not kiss, however, as kissing wasn’t a way to show affection at that time in the Babylonian empire. As for a more direct root of our kissing tradition, Norseman had
many traditions and legends concerning the mistletoe. One tradition was that mistletoe was a plant of peace and so that when enemies met under the mistletoe they were obliged to stop fighting for at least a day. Eventually, this spawned a tradition to hang mistletoe over the doorway of one’s home for peace and good luck. Mistletoe became associated with Christmas from this tradition of hanging mistletoe in one’s home to bring good luck and peace to those within the house. The mistletoe would be hung around the New Year and the previous year’s mistletoe would be taken down, with its powers apparently tapped. The new plant would then provide this luck throughout the year. By the 18th century in Britain, this evolved into the kissing tradition we have today. At this time, it became popular to create a ball of mistletoe that would be hung as a Christmas decoration. If a couple was found standing under the mistletoe, they were then obliged to kiss if the mistletoe ball still had berries. For each kiss, one berry would be taken from the ball. Once all the berries were gone, all the “luck” in love and marriage was considered to be drained out of the mistletoe and it was now considered bad luck to kiss beneath it, instead of good luck as before. Bonus Facts:
According to Norse legend, when the god Baldur and his mother both had a dream concerning his death, his mother Frigga made nearly all things on Earth, both living and dead, promise to never harm her son. She extracted
this promise from all things except mistletoe, which she felt was too young to make such a promise. At this point, one of the god’s new pastimes was to throw various objects that would normally kill a person or god at Baldur, which would all bounce off without harming him. The god Loki then tricked Baldur’s blind brother into throwing a small spear with the tip made from a mistletoe twig at Baldur, killing him. Baldur’s brother was then killed for this act by the gods. Eventually, it was discovered that Loki had been behind the whole thing and he was tied down with a serpent over him that would drip venom on his face, which had an acidic effect. His wife then would sit over him and stop the venom from dripping on his face by collecting it in a bowl. When the bowl was filled and she had to empty it, inevitably some of the venom would drip on his face causing him to thrash about, thus resulting in earthquakes according to their legend. Frigga’s tears over her fallen son were then said to be where the white berries on mistletoe come from. The Druids also considered mistletoe sacred. The Roman historian Pliny the Elder described in detail the ritual performed by the Druids collecting mistletoe: “Here we must mention the reverence felt for this plant by the Gauls. The Druids — for thusly are their priests named – hold nothing more sacred than the mistletoe and the tree that bears it, as long as that tree be an oak…. Mistletoe is very rarely encountered; but when they do find some, they gather it, in a solemn ritual…. After preparing for a sacrifice and a feast under the oak, they hail the mistletoe as a cure-all and bring two white bulls there, whose horns have never been bound before. A priest dressed in a white robe climbs the oak and with a golden sickle cuts the mistletoe, which is caught in a white cloak. Then they sacrifice the victims, begging the god, who gave them the mistletoe as a gift, to make it propitious for them. They believe that a potion prepared from mistletoe will make sterile animals fertile, and that the plant is an antidote for any poison. Such is the supernatural power with which peoples often invest even the most trifling things” (Natural History, XVI, 249-251; translation by David Beaulieu) Another custom in England concerning mistletoe was for young
girls to each take a mistletoe leaf and put it under their pillows at night. They would then supposedly dream about a particular boy or man they wanted to marry someday. In the morning, they would burn the leaf. If it crackled while it burned, that was said to mean they would have an unhappy marriage with the one they dreamed about. If it burned without crackling, they would supposedly have a happy marriage with that person, if they were to wed them.
Friend by IAmAdri September 1, 2014: Tomorrow, I start middle school and my little sister starts first grade. My sister’s name is Miliana and my name is Macie. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow because I’m a new kid and every new kid gets bullied their first week. The rest of the school year, the bullies will most likely stop but last year, I heard that more than half of their little bully group got expelled for doing bad things like graffiti, beating up kids and trespassing when they got suspended. Mili has it easy. All her friends moved here too and first grade is way too easy. Mili is so excited to show everybody her new “friend” she made over the summer. I honestly don’t even know what she means because this whole summer, we’ve made no friends. Neither of us have. My mom is calling me for dinner, bye Journal! See you tomorrow. September 3rd, 2014: My sister has been acting pretty weird since we moved here. Yesterday when I got off the bus she didn’t come running to me and give me a hug. Even though I tell her to stop, I feel kinda sad that she didn’t even come out on the balcony when I called her name and rang the doorbell. Instead she opened the door and just stomped right back into her room. She did the same thing today. I knocked on the door and she clearly didn’t budge. I just heard whispering from a voice that sounded scratchy and kinda dark. I banged on the door and yelled, “Mili! Open this fudging door so you can eat.” I heard her stomach ache from starvation. She hadn’t ate for two days so she opened the door a crack and said, “Bring me my food.” Within a second I kicked the door open. She slammed the door on me and locked it again. My mom can’t find the key to her door, so I guess my mom is gonna have to buy another key or something. I looked under
her door and saw her feet dangling of her bed. She was moving them back and forth, whispering. September 7th, 2014: So it’s Saturday and school has been pretty good actually. The bullies thought I was pretty cool so haven’t messed with me at all. Mili hasn’t been doing so good though. One day she’s fine and happy. The next day she’s furious and disrespectful. Or she’s emotional and humble. Or she’s just anti-social and “not hungry”. Normal kids that are 6 like playing with toys or coloring, but Mili, she’s so bipolar. And the whispering hasn’t gone away either. Even if she is in a good mood, she starts tapping her feet, biting her nails, and whispering which gets her in a bad mood. Mom booked an appointment with a therapist for Mili. I hope she’s okay and not crazy. September 28, 2014: I’ve been hiding in my treehouse for hours, while Mili is throwing a fit inside my house. She isn’t allowed up here so this should be a good place for her not to find me. Wait, why is Mili walking towards the lake? October 1, 2014: I’m sorry I got cut off in my last entry. Mili was walking towards the lake in anger and I panicked so I jumped out my tree house right next to her and grabbed her leg. I broke my shoulder and arm though which really hurted. Earlier she was talking with her “friend” about killing something. I think I should tell mom about this because her “friend” sounds creepy. I used to think it was just imaginary, but I’ve heard it talk. Nobody is gonna believe me but its worth a shot. October 13, 2014: Well it’s Friday, the 13th and my mom is dropping me off at a party for one of my friends at school. It’s her birthday. In an hour I’m
gonna have an awesome time! And I won’t have to worry about Mili or anything! I’ll just dance my worries away. I just heard someone scream, I’ll be back. October 14, 2014: Hey. My mom and dad, are dead. I don’t know where I am right now, but I just want to say goodbye. I’m leaving for now, maybe forever. So I’m leaving this journal right here. And whoever finds it, and if I’m still alive, take this to the police and just say, “This girl needs help. Her name is Macie Gardener. The last time she wrote in this she was 12 years old. Please find her.” Mili is close. I can hear her footsteps. But no matter what, she’s my sister and I love her with all my heart. I love you, Mili. You don’t have to do th~~_ Note: - Being Honest is not my thing Extra Notes: -Don't Blame me if I find it as a shitty work
Hate, Rape & Homicidal Rage: Serial Killer Carl Panzram, Who Stole The President's Gun
LEAVENWORTH, KS — On the morning of September 5, 1930, Carl Panzram, 39, approached his own death with the same hyperbelligerence with which he lived — and killed. Related: Final Words From Death Row — 11 Poetic Good-byes From Notorious Killers While Panzram stood in the gallows at Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary’s execution chamber, he growled at the hangman: “Hurry up you Hoosier bastard, I could kill 10 men while you’re fooling around!” According to Panzram himself, he had eagerly anticipated this final moment. Previously, he proclaimed:
Carl Panzram, 1915 mugshot [Wikipedia] “I look forward to a seat in the electric chair or dance at the end of a rope just like some folks do for their wedding night.” The trapdoor dropped open beneath the condemned man’s feet, the noose snapped his neck, and death came fast for one of humanity’s most supremely heartless and unrepentant slayers. Related: The Depraved Sex Lives Of Notorious Serial Killers Carl Panzram’s childhood is a thing of horror. Born in 1891 to impoverished German immigrants in Minnesota, Panzram experienced severe abuse and neglect. Stolen alcohol provided the beaten, hungry boy with his only form of comfort. Panzram’s first-ever arrest occurred for being drunk in public — when he was eight years old. Related: 5 Super-Twisted Serial Killers You’ve Never Heard Of At 12, Panzram burglarized a gun from a neighbor, prompting his parents to send him to a notorious Christian reform school. Staff members there savaged and sexually assaulted the students. Panzram wrote of those lessons: “I was reformed all right… I had been taught by Christians how to be a hypocrite and I had learned more about stealing, lying, hating, burning and killing. I had learned that a boy’s penis could be used for something besides to urinate with and that a rectum could be used for other purposes.” That same anger, he pointed out, fueled his future penchant for setting fire to churches.
Related: 6 Black Southern Churches Burn Within A Week, At Least 3 Due To Arson Running away in his early teens, took riding the rails. Cops roughed him up regularly and he reported getting gang-raped by hobos. He said the latter experience rendered him “a sadder, sicker, but wiser boy.” Upon turning 15, Panzram faked his way into the Army, and then almost immediately landed in Fort Leavenworth’s military prison for larceny. He wrote: “Well, I was a pretty rotten egg before I went there, but when I left there, all the good that may have been in me had been kicked and beaten out of me.” From that point onward, Carl Panzram viewed everyone and everything else on earth as mere deserving outlets for his maniacal wrath. Related: Paul Ogorzow — The Serial Killer Who Raped And Murdered In Nazi Berlin Over the next 10 years, Panzram traveled the United States ruthlessly attacking, robbing, and, most often, raping male targets. He stole absolutely anything he could get away with, from bottles of booze to pleasure boats. Police repeatedly arrested Panzram. He fought cops and prison guards alike with utter abandon. Throughout his multitude of incarcerations, Panzram also developed a shocking talent for escaping from jail. In short order, he claimed to become equally adept at murder. Related: Could Polish Serial Killer George Chapman Have Been Jack The Ripper? Setting his sights supremely high, in 1920 Panzram broke into the Connecticut home of U.S. President William Howard Taft. Panzram blamed his stint in military lock-up on Taft, who had been Secretary of War, so he stole the president’s bonds, jewelry, and personal Colt M1911 .45-caliber pistol — a weapon the killer would put to horrific use.
Related: Crime History — The Death Of Jeffrey Dahmer And The Evolution Of Cruising Serial Killers Newly armed, Panzram mugged and sexually violated men at every opportunity. Using Taft’s handgun, he said he sodomized a railroad cop and then forced a group of hobos to gang-rape him. He wrote: “Whenever I met [a target] that wasn’t too rusty looking I would make him raise his hands and drop his pants. I wasn’t very particular either. I rode them old and young, tall and short, white and black. It made no difference to me at all except that they were human beings.” Stunningly, Panzram netted enough money from the Taft haul to purchase the Akiska, a private yacht. He used the boat to lure sailors on leave in New York City to party with him on the water, whereupon he’d attack, rape, and kill them, then dump their bodies over the side. Related: Crime History — A Look Back At “Killer Clown” John Wayne Gacy The high seas murder spree ceased after the Akiska crashed and sank. Panzer then hopped a ship to Africa, where he said he raped, killed, and bashed the skull in of a young boy. He also claimed to have chartered a boat with six crewmen that he shot and fed in pieces to crocodiles.
Panzram: A Journal of Murder by Carl Panzram, edited by Thomas E. Gaddis and James O. Long / front cover image [Amazon] Upon returning to the United States, Panzram said he raped and slaughtered a succession of four little boys along the east coast and randomly murdered residents of homes he burglarized. Mass murder appealed to Panzram even more, especially on the most mammoth scales. Panzram boasted of intricately planning to blow up a popular train trestle, poison the water supply of upstate New York, and sink a British battleship to start war between England and the United States. Related: Henry Lee Lucas — 5 Horrifying And Bizarre Facts About The Sicko Serial Killer In 1928, Panzram got caught breaking into a train station. He blurted out about killing two young boys, and landed a 25-year stretch at Leavenworth. Upon meeting the warden, Panzram said, “I’ll kill the first man who bothers me.” That nuisance apparently turned out to be the head of the prison laundry. Panzram beat him to death with an iron bar. A court subsequently upped Panzram’s sentence to a date with the hangman. Alas, when human rights groups attempted to get Panzram off death row, he told them: “The only thanks you and your kind will ever get from me for your efforts on my behalf is that I wish you all had one neck and that I had my hands on it…. I have no desire whatever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform people who try to reform me, and I believe that the only way to reform people is to kill ’em!” He further refused any attempts to appeal or lessen his punishments. Related: Albert Fish — Pedophile, Cannibal & Serial Killer — Dies In The Electric Chair John Lesser, a 26-year-old prison guard, proved to be the first person to ever show any kindness to Panzram that the killer could accept. The two men grew friendly, and Lesser encouraged Panzram to write down his life story, regularly slipping pencils and papers into the prisoner’s cell.
Chapter 11 - DeYtH Banger I got something for you
Success in 27/09/2017 by DeYtH Banger Chapter 1 - In Fitness (P.S.: Ughhhhh ugly) If you want to look better and to improve your body first you need to make some challanges in your life for example don't stay in the fitness 1 hour, but stay 4-5 hours. To get more... try by reps you want to improve your body you need reps... which means repeation of that movement more than 10... first 10... then a break ... 20.... break 30..... break... 40.... and level it up... don't give up.
Musscles are build on tension ... NO TENSION NO MUSCLES You will feel like to give up… but don't think about it… Just have in mind soon in home next you few energy drinks and getting ready for your next day. If it's all about me… (Nowadays: I have some memory problems…)… but still my routine after fitness going home... and start going around facts… movies… TV Series, books and plentry other stuff and
then I just go in bed. After so much work .. Little break will be needed… I know that when I wake up… the day will be the same but what can I do? ... Chapter 0 What can I do? Masturbating since 11-12 years main target my father laptop… there inside this piece of shit shot it was fulfilled with pornography. It's sick to watch it… not to do it… By doing it… you are normal… but by watching it and jerking off this is so SICKKKKK. Since 11 years already being in school… what did I learn? - Too Much Material - StressFull Place
…. - All is about the flow… but fuck the fucking human flow it's over all limits. - People talk and talk and talk - Some people have like other people problems… Money is a big problem Family drama is another problem
… "No means No" "That's wrong… I told you not tOol do IT… DID' T YOU LISTEN" "AGAIN WHITE PANTS YOU FREAK" I manage to read 582 Books To read in the fram of 2-3 years. How did I done that? … My Third year I got few breaks from school and while some people were around shit, I was around the best material. It wasn't just books! - Articles SCIENCE NEWS - POLITICS - TV Movies - TV Show - TV Series - Audiobooks - Crime Articles News … People are outside being dumb… acting dumb… but me… me… I have forgotten all that shit… I need to prepare myself with data as much as possible… School won't give me that chance… but home: Yes… I can read what I want, re-write what I want, read as much I
want. And I am finding fun in all that, life is not a Fart… but a Challange in which the best wins. School did not motivated me in reading… It made me to hate subjects… First Foreign language which is… the language which now I speak and write and which you are reading now. School showede that a book review is not done in one week but month even months… oh god I am grateful that my both hands are still moving and alive because this is torture… Few Words as review is enough.. but whole novel to write = review this shit is crazy. PEOPLE ARE STUPID ONE STUDENT BOOK FOR 2 YEARS REVIEWS MADE IN MONTHS… CRAZY AND INSANE TEACHERS… Chapter 2 - Fireworks They matter... I don't find it as satisfying.... as triangle firework... I search triangle all others... which are $3. What we need is something very louder... it's like BANG... BANG From a pistol or let's say something more than a pistol… if you have enough triangles and all shot mixing it up is one of the most crazy bombs you can ever create… People are selling bombs and they are deadly… but they don't know… they fucking don't know. when it bashes the head doesn't matter what happens on the victim... but the sound is satisfying... IT"S CALLED SATISFACTION.
… Killing somebody is a satisfaction!
Chapter 0.1 I am getting blows in the head…. Getting beaten up… I manage to read 582 Books, I ha've written 57-58 Books. Just in the frame of 3 years - Rough said. I have two libraries with plenty of books + I have a list of TV Series which I should stick up to and follow + 30 Boois- Current Reading. But staying on one book isn't thing which you should do as soon as you get bored get something else then come back to continue if you can - Of course. School is a place which have plenty Of subjects but in the end mostvof them are gone along the way… If you think you gonna learn anything. You are fooling yourself, nothing else after 12 years you gonna see the same picture like me… Waste of time… Economics - A subject based on lies… And Manipulation. Math - You don't need the upper levels… I have even asLee proffesionals about math… like "Where in fucking hell will I need this" and no Accurate answwe has ever been received.
Chapter 3 - Speed Reader P.S.: Hey shit face what are you watching?
…. Note: Probably the real truth is by suppressing what you desire…
makes you want and wonder things which you don't desire. If you had a girlfriend… PROBABLY YOU WON'T THINK ABPUT ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH TOTAL STRANGER… IF YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND YOU WON'T BE SOME KINDA INSANE ANIMAL AND SEEING EACH POTENTIAL WOMA/GIRL AS A SUBJECT OF DESIRE.
…. BTWWARD - Back To What We Are Really Doing - We just do it for a reason, not just for the words but to relax... words speed off... and we never get piss off from the story... If you find it interesting while you speeding off... great if not the author suckss... if you do... the author doesn't. ... Walking wasn't just walking... since we got a phone... road was a real speed off of words... each step was in about from 200 words up to 300 words... a book is about 50,000 words which means 5 minutes if you read 10000 - so much words in a minute... and if 1000 it's in about 1 hour... max. ... If you read by using speed reader make sure to have a book shelf Fast_Read, Fast_View or something like that... because speed reader isn't the same as staying and doing by yourself, but still it's something. Blinklist by itself is a speed reader
1. Log In - https://www.blinkist.com/
â&#x20AC;Ś The Last breath is Let silence take your place!
Hate Me (Part 3) 27/09/2017 by DeYtH Banger From all rights… right now you can hate me. First, bullshitting you Secondly, bullying you And third what has happen has happen. It's a fact (You are like your father) - Not really like him #That's a fact. But let me be honest with you. It's 18/09/2017 - For me is now… my future is tomorrow and Now. Not really planned having a role in a German film or even Great England film or American or Bulgarian. I HAD A CHANCE TO PARTICIPATE… NAME ME CRAZY BUT EARLY IN THE MORNING LIKE 4:45 TO GET OUT OF BED AND 5 GOING OUT… IS WHAT'S HAPPENING NOW… IT'S NOT THE NIGHT - PM BUT AM… SOMEWHERE AROUND THE MORNING… BUT MORNING REMINDS ME FOR NIGHT. Little bit late but Still it starts in the morning and it ends in the nights. 12 Hours straight, in the frame of this 12 Hours friendships have been created… food has been delivered for all fools… and still not enough eating twice for 12 Hours straight.. Food as good as a bad joke. Material in your head looks a lot… but when it faces the real deal the paper. It's just few sentences, you even don't have the whole story. It's something but not enough… it's something between!
… But does between exist? … Before we move on.. This is a joke… being late and nobody saying like for example no need to come.. . WHY IN FUCKING HELL DID I COME? … You could say since the whole beginning that "Don'T come"… I was Late for the cinema industry for god sake and what from being written down on a paper like a "Save My Place" - I just get moved to "You are like all". If you are wondering about the worst moments in life they are in the "Real Life". - Your best Friend Fucks U Up - Somebody says that he or she are your best friend and after few minutes you see something totally different. - A bitch just farts - Agression target = You (Your friend is in bad move… why not just to kick and punch you… God says that we should forgive… So yeah… We are going to forgive to all sinners in the name of God.) "SILENCE" "SILENCE" "SILENCE" "SILENCE" "SILENCE"
"SILENCE" "SILENCE" "SILENCE" "SILENCE" Come here one hour early - That's what I do… - OH Oh yeah great … Will I sleep 1 hour or 2 hours I am in tje bed, it doesn't matter if you want from me… just to be there 2 o'clock… To enter the wrong "Entry" and get beaten up for doing it… Oh come on from which novel this piece of shit is comming. … Why couples like that one… over there don't die as soon as possible? - Being ugly is what will kill all of 'em
Chapter 12 - News, Science, Crime More of it
Bed bugs are trying to get into your dirty laundry Paris (AFP) - Like a pining lover, bed bugs will seek out your smell and snuggle up to your worn clothes when you are not around, researchers said Thursday. This explains how these tiny, flightless, reclusive creatures have managed their meteoric spread around the world -- by catching a free ride in our dirty laundry, a team wrote in the journal Scientific Reports. "A mechanism for this long-distance dispersal has never been empirically tested," study co-author William Hentley of the University of Sheffield told AFP. Some had thought that bed bugs accidentally fell on our clothing or luggage after feeding on our blood, then tag along home from the hotel. But the new study showed the pests, known to be attracted to the smell of sleeping humans, actively seek out our worn clothes. Hentley and a team tested the predilections of bed bugs in a series of unusual experiments. Human volunteers washed themselves with a non-perfumed soap, then wore a clean T-shirt and socks for about six hours. The clothes were placed in a sealed, airtight plastic bag before being transferred to a cotton tote bag. Four bags -- two with dirty T-shirts and socks, and two with clean ones -- were placed in a room at an equal distance from the centre. Bed bugs, fed to satiation on human blood, were then released and observed. After four days, researchers noted the location of the bugs and found that most were on the bags containing soiled clothes. The experiment was repeated a few times. "Bed bugs have shown a recent and rapid global expansion that has been suggested to be caused by cheap air travel," the authors wrote. "Our results show, for the first time, how leaving worn clothing
exposed in sleeping areas when travelling can be exploited by bed bugs to facilitate passive dispersal." Last year, research showed that bed bugs had become genetically wired to resist pesticides, further aiding their global conquest. The common bedbug, Cimex lectularius, is found in temperate climates in the United States and parts of Europe. It has proved especially hard to eradicate after potent poisons like DDT were banned in the United States after World War II. By the late 1990s, the critters were thriving in New York and a 2010 outbreak saw them invade high-end apartment buildings, hotels, even clothing stores like lingerie outlet Victoria's Secret. There has also been an explosion of bed bugs in Paris in recent years.
Deus ex machina: former Google engineer is developing an AI god Way of the Future, a religious group founded by Anthony Levandowski, wants to create a deity based on artificial intelligence for the betterment of society
Are you there God? It’s me, robot. Photograph: Ociacia/Getty Images/iStockphoto Intranet service? Check. Autonomous motorcycle? Check. Driverless car technology? Check. Obviously the next logical project for a successful Silicon Valley engineer is to set up an AI-worshipping religious organization. Anthony Levandowski, who is at the center of a legal battle between Uber and Google’s Waymo, has established a nonprofit religious corporation called Way of the Future, according to state filings first uncovered by Wired’s Backchannel. Way of the Future’s startling mission: “To develop and promote the realization of a Godhead based on artificial intelligence and through understanding
and worship of the Godhead contribute to the betterment of society.” Levandowski was co-founder of autonomous trucking company Otto, which Uber bought in 2016. He was fired from Uber in May amid allegations that he had stolen trade secrets from Google to develop Otto’s self-driving technology. He must be grateful for this religious fall-back project, first registered in 2015. The Way of the Future team did not respond to requests for more information about their proposed benevolent AI overlord, but history tells us that new technologies and scientific discoveries have continually shaped religion, killing old gods and giving birth to new ones. As author Yuval Noah Harari notes: “That is why agricultural deities were different from hunter-gatherer spirits, why factory hands and peasants fantasised about different paradises, and why the revolutionary technologies of the 21st century are far more likely to spawn unprecedented religious movements than to revive medieval creeds.” Religions, Harari argues, must keep up with the technological advancements of the day or they become irrelevant, unable to answer or understand the quandaries facing their disciples. “The church does a terrible job of reaching out to Silicon Valley types,” acknowledges Christopher Benek a pastor in Florida and founding chair of the Christian Transhumanist Association. Silicon Valley, meanwhile, has sought solace in technology and has developed quasi-religious concepts including the “singularity”, the hypothesis that machines will eventually be so smart that they will outperform all human capabilities, leading to a superhuman intelligence that will be so sophisticated it will be incomprehensible to our tiny fleshy, rational brains.
Anthony Levandowski, the former head of Uber’s self-driving program, with one of the company’s driverless cars in San Francisco. Photograph: Eric Risberg/AP For futurists like Ray Kurzweil, this means we’ll be able to upload copies of our brains to these machines, leading to digital immortality. Others like Elon Musk and Stephen Hawking warn that such systems pose an existential threat to humanity. “With artificial intelligence we are summoning the demon,” Musk said at a conference in 2014. “In all those stories where there’s the guy with the pentagram and the holy water, it’s like – yeah, he’s sure he can control the demon. Doesn’t work out.” Benek argues that advanced AI is compatible with Christianity – it’s just another technology that humans have created under guidance from God that can be used for good or evil. “I totally think that AI can participate in Christ’s redemptive purposes,” he said, by ensuring it is imbued with Christian values. “Even if people don’t buy organized religion, they can buy into ‘do unto others’.” For transhumanist and “recovering Catholic” Zoltan Istvan, religion and science converge conceptually in the singularity. “God, if it exists as the most powerful of all singularities, has certainly already become pure organized intelligence,” he said,
referring to an intelligence that “spans the universe through subatomic manipulation of physics”. “And perhaps, there are other forms of intelligence more complicated than that which already exist and which already permeate our entire existence. Talk about ghost in the machine,” he added. For Istvan, an AI-based God is likely to be more rational and more attractive than current concepts (“the Bible is a sadistic book”) and, he added, “this God will actually exist and hopefully will do things for us.” We don’t know whether Levandowski’s Godhead ties into any existing theologies or is a manmade alternative, but it’s clear that advancements in technologies including AI and bioengineering kick up the kinds of ethical and moral dilemmas that make humans seek the advice and comfort from a higher power: what will humans do once artificial intelligence outperforms us in most tasks? How will society be affected by the ability to create super-smart, athletic “designer babies” that only the rich can afford? Should a driverless car kill five pedestrians or swerve to the side to kill the owner? If traditional religions don’t have the answer, AI – or at least the promise of AI – might be alluring. - It Exist, For Real
Depression and anxiety can cost you retirement savings by Rebecca Valli-Cornell Psychological distress from mental health issues like depression and anxiety can take a toll on retirement savings, a new study suggests. “If your anxiety makes you think you’re not going to live long, or makes you discount the future, you might not want to save.” Three factors make the research even more meaningful, its authors say: People increasingly are living longer, dealing with more psychological distress, and shouldering the burden of saving for retirement without the help of employers. The study, which appears in Health Economics, found people with anxiety and depression are nearly 25 percent less likely to have a retirement savings account. Their retirement savings as a share of their overall financial assets can be 67 percent less than those of people without psychological distress. Psychologically distressed married couples, the study found, have retirement account values that are 20 to 28 percent lower. On average, that translates to between $15,000 and $42,000 less held in retirement savings for married couples. “Mental health problems could potentially exacerbate problems that households are already having managing their retirement portfolios. If that is the case, then we will have widening inequality as households with mental health problems earlier in life have fewer financial resources in retirement,” says lead author Vicki Bogan, associate professor in the Charles H. Dyson School of Applied Economics and Management at Cornell University. The landscape for how people save for retirement has changed over the past several decades, Bogan says. Now far fewer employers offer traditional pensions. Instead more companies have definedcontribution pensions, where both employees and employers contribute; but it’s up to the employee to figure out how much she’ll
need to contribute to have enough money in retirement. “That’s a harder problem for an individual to figure out,” Bogan says. And additional factors compound that problem, she says. Other research suggests close to 30 percent of the US population have at least one mental or substance abuse disorder each year. Furthermore, the elderly population is growing and Social Security is in a tenuous state, Bogan says. The researchers hypothesize two mechanisms could be at play. Psychological distress could affect a person’s tolerance for risk. Psychological distress also could cause a person to be less likely to invest in illiquid assets that they can’t access immediately. “If your anxiety makes you think you’re not going to live long, or makes you discount the future, you might not want to save,” Bogan says. “You might think, ‘Why should I save for that? I might not be around.'” The research has implications for employer management and government regulations of defined-contribution pension plans, Investment Retirement Accounts (IRAs), and Keogh retirement accounts, she says. One possible way to address this issue would be for employers to adopt a 401K opt-in policy, she says. Employees would be automatically enrolled in a 401K plan; they could opt out at any time. “You’re not taking away their free choice,” Bogan says, “but it’s a positive nudge in the right direction.”
Teachers report weaker bonds with students of color by Rachel Harrison-NYU Teachers say that they have weaker relationships with children of immigrants and teens of color, a new study has found. “Teachers’ relationships are hugely important for all students, but particularly so for groups that are marginalized. Yet, the students who could most benefit from relationships with their teachers are the ones that have the least access to strong teacher-student relationships,” says Hua-Yu Sebastian Cherng, an assistant professor of international education at the New York University’s Steinhardt School of Culture, Education, and Human Development and author of the study. Strong teacher-student relationships “are not a resource that is equally available to all students…” Since 2014, public school classrooms have reflected a demographic shift in the United States, with the overall number of Latino, African-American, and Asian students surpassing the number of white students, according to the National Center for Education Statistics. Students of color now make up the majority of students, but inequities between students of different backgrounds have continued to plague the education system. Existing research highlights the importance of teacher-student relationships on academic indicators such as test scores, classroom engagement, and interest in learning. Teachers not only play a pivotal role in developing students’ knowledge and skills, but can also serve as role models. But research also presents a mixed view of student-teacher relationships with students of color and immigrant youth. Though these groups of youth may be especially reliant upon their teachers, many also report discriminatory experiences or few interactions with staff. In the current study, Cherng studied two aspects of teacherstudent relationships: whether teachers form equally strong
relationships with students from different backgrounds and whether these relationships shape students’ academic expectations for themselves. Using the Education Longitudinal Study of 2002, a nationally representative sample of high school students and their teachers, Cherng analyzed teacher surveys for English and math high school teachers. Relationships were measured three ways: how familiar a teacher reported being with a student, whether the teacher perceived a student to be passive or withdrawn, and engagement in conversation with students outside the classroom. These surveys were linked with academic and demographic data for their students. For the analysis examining teacher-student personal relationships and later academic outcomes, a measure of student academic expectations was used, which gauged whether a student expected to go to and complete college. Cherng found that not all groups of students enjoy strong teacher-student relationships; patterns of relationships varied by subject taught, race/ethnicity, and whether students were immigrants, children of immigrants, or third-generation and beyond. For instance, English teachers reported weaker relationships with Asian-American students and math teachers with their Latino students compared to third-generation white students. The findings may reflect a subtler form of racial discrimination than intentional disparagement. “Different patterns in student-teacher relationships among English and math teachers suggest that distinct stereotypes may shape relationships,” Cherng says. In contrast to these patterns of disadvantage, English teachers reported stronger relationships with third-generation black students compared to third-generation white students. This may reflect teachers’ concerted efforts to close the achievement gap between white and black students. The study also highlights the important role of strong teacherstudent relationships in fostering student academic expectations:
early teacher-student relationships impact later student academic expectations. In other words, teacher-student relationships can inspire students to have high academic ambitions. “This study demonstrates that teacher-student relationships are a valuable source of social capital in that they help shape students’ academic expectations. However, these relationships are not a resource that is equally available to all students,” Cherng says. “In contrast to the idea that racial discrimination is an intentional disparagement, the findings may reflect a subtler form of racial discrimination: teachers may be unfamiliar with the lives of all of their students, and this lack of knowledge may hinder relationships,” explains Cherng. Cherng notes that the study supports the necessity of rigorous teacher training in cultural awareness in order to overcome biases and improve relationships between teachers and students.
Chapter 11.1 - Guide Guide (Part 3)
Writing Guide (Part 3) 6. (Rule) - A Good cover isn't enough I have seen books with bad covers and good story and books with great covers and horrible story. But if you ask me... I won't choose a bad cover book unless I know the author and I have find his works interesting. Clive Cussler - A author of adventure if your thing is adventure few free to read his books but my thing isn't adveture. Lee Child - Very typical author for me, the same goes and for Jonathan Kellerman, I just don't like them... 7. (Rule) - Erotic Erotic books are easy... you could watch pornography at least 200 videos all are different I mean in POV of people which participate as for what's going to happen... we already know that... - Thriller It's all about to have some suspense... strange chapters and plenty of murders that's what a good thriller is all about. 8. (Rule) - If you gonna write
Erotic, Romance... it's one point of view no other POVs it's not so hard to make it. ... Mystery, Suspense, Crime, True Crime, Thriller thats' what's awesome nowadays you should focus on that.... ths is what people want... erotic, romance... we could watch and porn... it's so real there... in a book it's a dry thing.
Chapter 12 Stories
It Happen by DeYtH Banger 30/09/2017 It really did happens words are action. It really did happen sentences are action. It really did happen "I didn't saw it .. but it doesn't mean that hasn't happen. Pornography did happen. . … people were having sex from a long time that it wasn't taped as we do now. This is the beginning of everything. (Music),(Music),(Music),(Music),(Music),(Music),(Music),(Music), (Music),(Music),(Music),(Music)… Feet withered with fungi, hands dry and withered. (It happen),(It Happen)… Somewhere around morning when I wake up. … Life was better before I wake up… Everything was great until I wake up. This guy was looking forward… until (SPEECH)
… (SPEECH) … (MUSIC) …. (MUSIC) Got his attention …. I am going to fuck her… It happen… I saw her… don't panic she is my next vicTim. Hash it … BE POLITE … "Hi"
… - Ughhh, dumb "Hello, sexy" - Ughhh… she is not sexy …. .It happen I started thinking… come on… it's not so hard to say a word… until it happen … They see me They see me … What I type, say and think is already in somebody else head ready to be blown up… oh she is hot.. . OPPS IT HAPPEN. Dick wasn't like now… when I was opening my pants I was seeing a potential dick, I was seeing some more than a dick.. something which can get blowjobs… Just touch the balls and slice all peanuts.
Vegary Vision by DeYtH Banger 04/10/2017 Saying Enough isn't enough Stupid questions don't exist Odd to say A Message is ready to spell its self Grace full of mere illusion Reck by life England is the hot spot Economy is what I hate in the whole school system Night GAMES .... Do you see the message? For me is hard to remember where did I put it, but for you... a brain like a fox... ready to get it's own role and start rollen... OVERA Life did stopped for me... since nothing has ever stopped me in "DOING" life stops... if you have what to do... life continues... so it's the whole glitch of this system. Of my mistake if I have what to do ... life continues for me... It's the fucking self-hatred... self-prounounced glitch. I don't feel my brain
It's going to melt ... What we need is young guy like you HUH,, I AM GOING TO S(HUUUUSH) ... I am just not in the right mood that's all ... HUH I AM GOING TO SL(HUSSSSSSSSSSSSSH) Oh god it can't stop the last word of this whole sentence is "Slice'... do you get the message? Can you at least kill yourself, spread the word and don't say it was from depression.
Chapter 13 Why you don't write a book? ... Naah... not interested - ME
Price took military jets to Europe, Asia for over $500K Accompanied by his wife, the HHS secretary journeyed to Geneva, Berlin, Beijing, Tokyo and other cities for events. By RACHANA PRADHAN and DAN DIAMOND - It Happen, but you don't know about it.
Health and Human Services Secretary Tom Price's wife, Betty, accompanied him on the military flights, while other members of the secretaryâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s delegation flew commercially to Europe. | Andrew Harnik/AP Photo The White House approved the use of military aircraft for multi-
national trips by Health and Human Services Secretary Tom Price to Africa and Europe this spring, and to Asia in the summer, at a cost of more than $500,000 to taxpayers. The overseas trips bring the total cost to taxpayers of Price’s travels to more than $1 million since May, according to a POLITICO review. Price pledged on Thursday to reimburse the government for the cost of his own seat on his domestic trips using private aircraft — reportedly around $52,000 — but that would not include the cost of the military flights. Price’s wife, Betty, accompanied him on the military flights, while other members of the secretary’s delegation flew commercially to Europe. HHS spokeswoman Charmaine Yoest said Price has reimbursed the agency for the cost of his wife’s travel abroad, but declined to say when he did so. Price has been under intense criticism since POLITICO revealed his extensive use of charter aircraft for domestic flights last week. His travel expenditures are subject to reviews by the HHS inspector general and the House Oversight Committee. Democratic and Republican senators have also demanded information about Price’s travel expenditures. The White House assesses the use of military aircraft for overseas travel by Cabinet members on a case-by-case basis. Secretaries whose jobs involve national security functions are more likely to require military jets, but the White House occasionally approves the use of military planes for other members of the Cabinet. “Use of military aircraft for Cabinet and other essential travelers is sometimes an appropriate and necessary use of resources,” said Raj Shah, White House principal deputy press secretary. But one of Price’s recent predecessors, Kathleen Sebelius, who served for five years under President Barack Obama, said she never took a military plane on her many trips overseas; she always flew commercially. Sylvia Mathews Burwell, who served as HHS secretary
for the final 2½ years of the Obama administration, used a military jet for travel to Havana, Cuba, according to former HHS aides. It is not clear whether Burwell, who did not respond to requests for comment, used military planes on other trips overseas. Two former aides said her husband accompanied her on the trip to Cuba and reimbursed the government for the costs of the trip. But Yoest said, “It’s our understanding that previous secretaries have never reimbursed for spousal travel,” referencing Burwell’s trip to Cuba. Price’s overseas trips on government planes included stops in Berlin, Geneva, Beijing, Ho Chi Minh City and Tokyo, where he attended world health meetings and met with other high-level officials. In May, Price also visited Liberia, where he discussed the nation’s response to the Ebola virus that ravaged the West African country three years ago. “The trips he’s gone on make total sense,” one former HHS official said of Price. “It’s just how he got there.” Yoest, the HHS spokeswoman, said the use of military aircraft — known as Milair — was necessary both for Price’s security and his ability to communicate with the department. “In both instances, those were Milair flights that were pre-approved,” said Yoest. “We don’t have a deputy secretary that’s been confirmed ... Milair is important for maintaining security and having secure communications, as well.” A White House official confirmed that President Donald Trump’s staff approved the flights. Trump has been sharply critical of Price’s use of chartered aircraft on domestic flights, saying “we’ll see” when asked whether he would fire Price over the issue. The Trump administration pointed to statistics showing that it approved fewer trips abroad on military aircraft compared with the first eight months of the Obama administration: There were 77 military trips during the first eight months of the Trump administration, compared with 94 at the same point during the
Obama years, according to a White House official. “This @WhiteHouse has cut down on use of military aircraft for travel,” Shah tweeted on Wednesday, linking to a McClatchy article. “Fact: Trump [administration] authorized fewer flights on military aircraft by senior govt officials than previous [administration],” press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders echoed. During six terms as a Republican House member from Georgia, Price had cultivated a reputation as a fiscal hawk keen on reining in federal spending. In June, Price defended a proposed budget for HHS that included a $663,000 cut to the agency’s $4.9 million annual spending on travel, or roughly 15 percent. “The budgeting process is an exercise in reforming our federal programs to make sure they actually work — so they do their job and use tax dollars wisely,” Price testified in front of the Senate Finance Committee on June 8. Nonetheless, his travel tab has exceeded $1 million when accounting for both the overseas trips and the more than two dozen trips he has taken on private planes domestically since May. For instance, Price took a Gulfstream C-37B owned by the Department of Defense for a weeklong trip in late May through Africa and Europe. The six legs of travel, which represented about 30 hours of flight time, were projected to cost $311,418.25, according to an invoice reviewed by POLITICO. On May 17, Price flew to Liberia, where he met with President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf and other top officials to discuss global health security and public health emergency preparedness, according to an HHS readout of his meetings. He then went to the G-20 health ministers meeting in Berlin, which was held May 19 and 20. His ultimate destination was the World Health Assembly in Geneva, Switzerland, where he stayed until May 24. HHS secretaries routinely attend the World Health Assembly, often accompanied by a large delegation, as well as other ministerial meetings with world health officials. This year’s delegation included nearly 50 people, all of whom were HHS staff or federal employees — except for Price’s wife, a physician who was listed as an adviser.
Price, his wife and eight HHS personnel took the Gulfstream from Berlin to Geneva on Sunday, May 21, an HHS official confirmed. The 95-minute trip was projected to cost taxpayers almost $16,000, according to an invoice. There are multiple commercial flight options on that route, such as several daily flights by EasyJet, for about $260 per ticket or less. The German airline Lufthansa is currently running a promotion for one-way flights between Berlin and Geneva for just $60. Other members of the U.S. delegation to the World Health Assembly contacted by POLITICO said they did not take military aircraft to get to Geneva for the conference. Note: For sure not interested!
Murder 13.1. Life isn't just what you see!
Richard DADD
Classification: Homicide Characteristics: Convinced that his father was the Devil in disguise Number of victims: 1 Date of murder: August 28, 1843 Date of birth: August 1, 1917 Victim profile: His father, Robert Dadd Method of murder: Stabbing with a sailor's knife
Location: Cobham, Kent, England, United Kingdom Status: Found unfit to plead and was sent to Bethleham Hospital at Southwark. Transferred to Broadmoor Asylum. Died there on January 7, 1886
Richard Dadd was an English painter of the Victorian era who killed her father convinced that was the Devil in disguise On the night of 28th August 1843, Richard Dadd, twenty-six years old and already a noted artist, member of the Royal Academy of Arts and specialising in supernatural subjects, and his father, Robert, were staying at the Ship, Cobham, Kent. They had a few drinks during the evening and, about 9pm, decided to go for a walk. The pair walked to Cobham Park and, as they arrived, Dadd senior decided that he wanted to relieve himself. As he turned his back he was attacked by his son, who tried to cut his father's throat with a razor. He then stabbed his father with a sailor's knife and fled. Dadd went to France and told people that the Egyptian god Osiris had ordered him to carry out the attack. He made a similar frenzied assault on a man travelling on a stagecoach with him in France. French police had him committed to an asylum. English police, however, had not finished with Dadd and applied for extradition. Dadd was returned to England and appeared before Maidstone Assizes in August 1844. Dadd was found unfit to plead and was sent to Bethleham Hospital at Southwark. When Broadmoor Asylum for the Criminally Insane opened he was transferred there and lived out the rest of his life. Richard Dadd died of consumption on 8th January 1886.
Richard Dadd (1 August 1817 â&#x20AC;&#x201C; 7 January 1886) was an English painter of the Victorian era, noted for his depictions of fairies and other supernatural subjects, Orientalist scenes, and enigmatic genre scenes, rendered with obsessively minuscule detail. Most of the works for which he is best known were created while he was incarcerated in a psychiatric hospital. Life and work Dadd was born at Chatham, Kent, England, the son of a chemist. His aptitude for drawing was evident at an early age, leading to his admission to the Royal Academy of Arts at the age of 20. With William Powell Frith, Augustus Egg, Henry O'Neil and others, he founded The Clique, of which he was generally considered the leading talent. In July 1842, Sir Thomas Phillips, the former mayor of Newport, chose Dadd to accompany him as his draftsman on an expedition through Europe to Greece, Turkey, Southern Syria and finally Egypt. In November of that year they spent a gruelling two weeks in Southern Syria, passing from Jerusalem to Jordan and returning across the Engaddi wilderness. Toward the end of December, while travelling up the Nile by boat, Dadd underwent a dramatic personality change, becoming delusional and increasingly violent, and believing himself to be under the influence of the Egyptian god Osiris. His condition was initially thought to be sunstroke. On his return in the spring of 1843, he was diagnosed to be of unsound mind and was taken by his family to recuperate in the countryside village of Cobham, Kent. In August of that year, having become convinced that his father was the Devil in disguise, Dadd killed him with a knife and fled for France. En route to Paris Dadd attempted to kill another tourist with a razor, but was overpowered and was arrested by the police. Dadd confessed to the killing of his father and was returned to England, where he was committed to the criminal department of Bethlem psychiatric hospital (also known as Bedlam). Here and subsequently at the newly created Broadmoor Hospital, Dadd was cared for (and encouraged to continue painting) by the likes of Drs William Wood and Sir W. Charles Hood, in an enlightened manner. Dadd probably suffered from a form of paranoid schizophrenia.
He appears to have been genetically predisposed to mental illness; two of his siblings were similarly afflicted, while a third had "a private attendant" for unknown reasons. In the hospital he was allowed to continue to paint and it was here that many of his masterpieces were created, including his most celebrated painting, The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke, which he worked on between 1855 and 1864. Also dating from the 1850s are the thirty-three watercolour drawings titled Sketches to Illustrate the Passions, which include Grief or Sorrow, Love, and Jealousy, as well as Agony-Raving Madness and Murder. Like most of his works these are executed on a small scale and feature protagonists whose eyes are fixed in a peculiar, unfocused stare. Dadd also produced many shipping scenes and landscapes during his incarceration, such as the ethereal 1861 watercolour Port Stragglin. These are executed with a miniaturist's eye for detail which belie the fact that they are products of imagination and memory. After 20 years at Bethlem, Dadd was moved to the criminal lunatic asylum at Broadmoor, outside London. Here he remained, painting constantly and receiving infrequent visitors until 7 January 1886, when he died, "from an extensive disease of the lungs." Legacy The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke inspired a song of the same name by the British rock band Queen. The painting also is a plot element in The Witches of Chiswick by Robert Rankin. The Wee Free Men, a novel by Terry Pratchett, edited in 2003, was in a central part inspired by it as well. The British fantasy writer Angela Carter wrote Come unto these Yellow Sands, a radio-play based on Dadd's life. The British composer Oliver Knussen considered naming his piece Flourish with Fireworksafter The Fairy Feller's MasterStroke, as its composition owes a lot to the small, exquisite, quirky details in the painting and contains a similar attempted correlation of large and small scale. Canadian author R.J. Anderson acknowledges Dadd as the basis of her fictional painter Alfred Wrenfield, who figures
prominently in her young adult fantasy novel Knife (Faery Rebels: Spell Hunter in the USA). The full name of the eccentric character Mr. Dick in David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, is Richard Babley, which echoes the name of Dickens' contemporary Richard Dadd. In 1987 a long-lost watercolour by Dadd, The Artist's Halt in the Desert, was discovered by Peter Nahum on the BBC TV programme Antiques Roadshow. Made while the artist was incarcerated, it is based on sketches made during his tour of the Middle East, and shows his party encamped by the Dead Sea, with Dadd at the far right. It was later sold for ÂŁ100,000 to the British Museum
The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke by Richard Dadd, oil on canvas, 26 inches x 21 inches, 1855-64, Tate Gallery, London, England, UK.
Kim DAE-HAN
The Daegu subway fire Classification: Mass murderer Characteristics: Igniting a carton filled with gasoline inside a subway train Number of victims: 198 Date of murders: February 17, 2003 Date of arrest: Same day Date of birth: 1947 Victims profile: Men, women and children (subway train passengers) Method of murder: Fire Location: Daegu, South Korea Status: Sentenced to life in prison on August 5, 2003. Died in prison on August 31, 2004 The Daegu subway fire of February 18, 2003 killed at least 198 people and injured at least 147. An arsonist set fire to a train stopped at the Jungangno Station of the Daegu Metropolitan Subway in Daegu, South Korea. The fire then spread to a second train which
had entered the station from the opposite direction. Kim Dae-han The arsonist was Kim Dae-han, a 56 year-old unemployed former taxi driver who had suffered a stroke in November 2001 that left him partly paralyzed. Kim was dissatisfied with his medical treatment and had expressed sentiments of violence and depression; he later told police he wanted to kill himself, but to do so in a crowded place rather than alone. By most accounts, on the morning of February 18, he boarded train 1079 on Line 1 in the direction of Daegok, carrying a duffel bag which contained two green milk cartons filled with a flammable liquid, possibly paint thinner or gasoline. Arson As the train left Daegu Station around 9:53 a.m., Kim began fumbling with the cartons and a cigarette lighter, alarming other passengers who tried to stop him. In the struggle, one of the cartons spilled and its liquid contents caught fire as the train pulled into Jungangno Station in downtown Daegu. Kim, his back and legs on fire, managed to escape along with many passengers on train 1079, but within two minutes the fire had spread to all six cars. The fire spread quickly in the insulation between the layers of aluminum that form the shell of the cars, the vinyl and plastic materials in seat cushions and strap handles, and heavy plastic matting on the floors, producing thick smoke as it burned. The operator of the train, Choi Jeong-hwan, failed to notify subway officials immediately of the fire. Errors compound the disaster Smoke being visible on their closed-circuit television monitors, subway officials radioed the operator of train 1080, Choi Sang-yeol, advising him to proceed with caution because there was a fire in the station. Train 1080 entered Jungangno station and stopped alongside blazing train 1079 approximately four minutes later. The doors opened only briefly, then shut, apparently in an effort to keep out the toxic smoke that had filled the station. Shortly after train 1080's arrival, an automatic fire detector shut down the power supply to both trains, preventing train 1080 from leaving the station. Transcripts show Choi Sang-yeol made three announcements
advising passengers in train 1080 to remain seated while he attempted to reach superiors. Finally, he was advised "Quickly, run somewhere else. Go up... kill the engine and go." Choi then opened the doors and fled, but in doing so he removed the master key, shutting down the onboard batteries which powered the train doors â&#x20AC;&#x201D; effectively sealing passengers inside. Later investigation showed 79 passengers remained trapped inside train 1080 and died there. Inadequate emergency equipment also worsened the disaster. Daegu subway trains were not equipped with fire extinguishers, and the stations lacked sprinklers and emergency lighting. Many victims became disoriented in the dark, smoke-filled underground station and died of asphyxiation looking for exits. Emergency ventilation systems also proved inadequate. Over 1,300 fire and emergency personnel responded and the fire itself was extinguished around 1:25 p.m.; however, the toxicity of the smoke prevented them from entering the station for another three and a half hours. Victims The intensity of the fire made it difficult to accurately assess the number of victims. Most were burned beyond recognition, many to the bone, and required DNA analysis to identify. A total of 191 bodies were found and identified; 6 additional bodies were found but so thoroughly destroyed that they could not be identified; and one person's possessions were identified but remains could not be located. As the incident occurred late in the morning rush hour, most of the victims were students or young women who worked in the downtown district's department stores, which opened at 10:30 a.m. Many were able to contact loved ones on their mobile phones, and mobile phone operators released call connection and attempt records to help authorities determine who was in the station. Investigation and coverup Choi Sang-yeol could not be located for 11 hours after the accident, and investigators later discovered he had made contact with officials from the subway corporation during that time. The master key from train 1080 was found in an office at the Ansim train depot. Omissions from transcripts of radio communications also heightened suspicion of an attempted coverup.
On February 26, 2003, authorities arrested Kim Dae-han, who had fled to a hospital for treatment. They also arrested both Choi and six officials of the Daegu Metropolitan Subway Corporation, the head of which was fired the same day. Aftermath The tragedy prompted outpourings of sympathy and anger from throughout South Korea and internationally. Officials promised to install better safety equipment in subway stations, and added spray-on fire resistant chemicals to the interiors of the cars of the Daegu Metropolitan Subway. Six stations were taken out of service for refurbishment and restored in April 2003. The tragedy was considered by many a national embarrassment, provoking debate about whether South Korea had cut too many corners in safety during its rapid industrialization. Several metro trains throughout the country were subsequently refurbished to improve fire-resistant standards within a few years of the accident. On August 7, the Daegu District Court convicted Choi Sang-yeol, operator of train 1080, and Choi Jeong-hwan, operator of train 1079, sentencing them to prison for five and four years respectively for criminal negligence. Kim Dae-han was convicted of arson and homicide. Although prosecutors and victims' families had asked for the death penalty, the court sentenced him to life in prison on account of his remorse and mental instability. Kim died in prison on August 31, 2004, in the city of Jinju, where he had been receiving medical treatment. Effort to Fix Responsibility for Deadly Korean Subway Fire By Don Kirk - The New York Times Friday, February 21, 2003 TAEGU, South Korea, Feb. 21 ? A tragedy of errors was responsible for most of the 130 deaths in the subway fire here on Tuesday, investigators said today. The police are considering criminal charges of negligence. Fire and subway officials in the charred station where all the victims were killed or injured described faulty emergency signals,
poor communications and misjudgments on the part of subway workers with little or no training in how to cope with such a situation. "Some of the doors were open and some were closed on the second train," the manager of an emergency fire crew, Chun Pak Chung, said as he headed into the depths of the station. "The control room turned off the power to stop the flames." Investigators were also questioning the engineer on the second of the two trains, who was reported to have fled with the master key to the subway cars' doors, which were shut tight with screaming passengers trapped inside. It was on the second train that most of the victims died after the heat, flames and smoke engulfed them with no means of escape. The chief investigator, Cho Doo Won, said the engineer of that train had told the police that he directed passengers three times over the public address system to leave the train, and then fled himself with the master key in his coat pocket. But other fire and subway officials said the doors of three of the train's six cars had already been shut by the decision of controllers to turn off electrical power, out of fear that electricity surging through the train would intensify the flames. The overriding question, though, was why the train entered the station at all, since it had stopped for several minutes a few hundred yards away as flames and smoke spread through the first train. The police say the fire was started by a deranged man who ignited a plastic container of paint thinner with a cigarette lighter. Investigators listened to an audiotape of a conversation between the engineer of the second train and controllers in which, the officials recounted, he said he was stopped in the tunnel and asked when or whether he should move his train into the station. He was eventually told to keep proceed and then let out all his passengers. "They thought at first it was a small incident," Mr. Chun said. "When he pulled in the station, he opened the doors and the smoke was too heavy. He closed the doors again." President-elect Roh Moo Hyun visited the scene on Thursday, promising a thorough investigation after meeting with grief-stricken friends and relatives of victims. He said he felt "shame and strong
responsibility" that people entrusted with the public's safety would have had "such a poor sense of safety awareness." Investigators said that equipment was as much responsible as human error. As the flames from the first train spread to the second, the engineer tried to reopen the doors. The doors worked on three cars before the power was cut, officials said. The root cause for the blaze's spreading so quickly appeared to be the insulation between the layers of aluminum that form the shell of the cars, as well as vinyl and plastic materials in seat cushions and strap handles, and heavy plastic matting on the floors. The fast-burning flames, which were estimated to have pushed temperatures as high as 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit, leaped from the first to the second train and down the cars of each train, twisting aluminum, turning strap handles and floor covering to wax, and burning bodies so badly that officials fear identification of most victims will not be possible. Despite the horrific damage done by the flames, officials said, most victims were felled by the toxic fumes and smoke created by the burning vinyl and plastic seat cushions. "When things reach a certain heat, they burn," a safety inspector, Chung Hee Gwon, said. "The basic frames are metal, but the support material is plastic." Jung Chan Kyo, a civil engineer for the subway system, said the cars were built 10 years ago with material that is not used in later models. "Because the cars were so old, that's why they caught fire," he said. "There's no safety standard for vinyl material. New cars have cushions, but they are not made of vinyl." As for how the flames moved so quickly through every car on both trains, he said that "it got so hot, the next car catches on fire" even though metal itself might not have been burning. Mr. Chun said the disaster had taught subway engineers lessons in how to prevent a recurrence. "You should put in materials that are not flammable," he said. "The vinyl, the polyester in the advertisements were all responsible. We will be taking many more precautions."
S. Korean Man Gets Life for Fatal Subway Fire Beijing Time Wednesday, August 06, 2003 A man charged with starting a subway fire in South Korea that killed 198 people was sentenced to life in prison on Wednesday. Kim Dae-han, 56, was accused of starting the Feb. 18 blaze by igniting a carton filled with gasoline inside a subway train in Daegu, South Korea's third-largest city. The Daegu District Court convicted him Wednesday of arson and homicide. Prosecutors had asked for the death penalty, but the court gave Kim a life sentence, saying he was repentant and appeared to have been mentally unstable when he committed the crime. The fire engulfed one six-car train, then spread to another that pulled into the station a few minutes later, killing at least 198 people and injuring 147 others. About 30 relatives of the victims were at the court hearing and angrily protested the verdict, calling it too lenient, said South Korea's Yonhap news agency. The court also gave jail terms of four and five years to two drivers of the trains, and three-year terms for two subway officials, on negligent manslaughter charges for failing to evacuate passengers. Three other subway officials received suspended jail terms on same charges. Both prosecutors and the accused can appeal the verdicts within a week.
Monique C. LEE
Classification: Murderer Characteristics: The victim, a landlord, had eviction papers served on Monique Lee two days earlier Number of victims: 1 Date of murder: October 17, 2010 Date of arrest: December 30, 2010 Date of birth: 1983 Victim profile: Karen Jenkins, 48 (her landlord) Method of murder: Strangulation with the cord of a vacuum cleaner Location: Omaha, Douglas County, Nebraska, USA Status: Sentenced to life in prison on November 13, 2012. Died in prison on January 18, 2013 Landlord's killer dies in prison By Todd Cooper - Omaha.com January 19, 2013 The strange, sordid and, at times, miserable life of Monique Lee has ended. Lee — the 29-year-old serving a life sentence for strangling her landlord, Omaha businesswoman Karen Jenkins — died at the Nebraska women’s prison in York. The cause of death was not known but Lee reportedly had been housed in a medical unit for an illness in recent days. Corrections officials had not released reports of her death; a corrections web site listed her date of death as Friday. Lee’s death — just two months after she was sent York to serve her life sentence — brings an end to what her attorney called one of the more “strange, odd, unusual” cases he has handled. Lee had pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity in the October 2010 death of Jenkins, a well-traveled businesswoman and college instructor who had just earned her doctorate degree. Lee was bipolar and had suffered from schizophrenia since childhood. Her brother and sister testified that she had molested her brother when they both were children. Also as a child, she tried to poison her
mother by soaking her food in WD-40. She told others that she killed Jenkins, 48, because a man named “Black” threatened to take away her children if she didn’t. Prosecutors believed her real motive was rooted in the fact that Jenkins had served her with eviction papers in the days before. The slaying further exhibited Lee’s bizarre behavior. Lee and her brother, Gary Lee, lured Jenkins to one of Jenkins’ vacant apartments on the pretense that Gary Lee wanted to rent the apartment. The brother and sister then strangled Jenkins. Monique used Super Glue to seal her nostrils and mouth shut. They hid Jenkins’ body — apparently moving from place to place — before it was discovered more than week later under an abandoned house across the street from Lee’s apartment at 40th and Ames Avenue. A jury rejected Lee’s insanity defense. Under Nebraska law, the defense must prove that a defendant suffers from mental illness that makes her incapable of distinguishing right from wrong. Douglas County Public Defender Tom Riley said there was no doubt that Lee was mentally ill. “She had longstanding mental health issues,” he said. “Her upbringing was extremely difficult. “There’s always some unanswered questions in any case. But with Monique, there were some gaping ones as to what actually occurred and why.” Life sentence in slaying of landlord By Todd Cooper - Omaha.com November 14, 2012 Cynthia and Karen Jenkins were so close they were like twins. Born just 11 months apart, the sisters shared everything. They argued and laughed, telephoned and teased each other every day, even when Karen Jenkins was traveling to faraway places. They shared something else, too: If Karen had a tenant who had trouble making rent, Cynthia would hire her to clean houses. But one of those tenants, Monique Lee, began stealing from Cynthia, stopped showing up for work and stopped paying rent. After
giving her several reprieves, Karen served Lee with an eviction notice in October 2010. Two weeks later, Lee and her brother, Gary, lured Karen Jenkins, 48, to a vacant apartment — and strangled her. Now Lee, 29, will serve a life sentence — after Douglas County District Judge James Gleason imposed the term Tuesday. Cynthia Jenkins knows a little something about life sentences. The Omaha woman said she's lost without her sister. “Monique's pretty much killed me, too,” Cynthia Jenkins told the judge Tuesday. “I can't take care of my family the way I used to. I can't forgive her. I can't find any hope. I can't find any answers. “What did (Monique) have to gain for what she did? It's a mystery.” Lee's attorney, Douglas County Public Defender Tom Riley, said the mystery is rooted in mental illness. Riley had detailed Lee's history of mental illness from childhood — and had argued that Lee was not guilty by reason of insanity. Douglas County Attorney Don Kleine acknowledged that Lee had mental illness but argued that she premeditated Jenkins' killing once she was served with the eviction papers. A jury convicted Lee, rejecting her insanity defense. Gary Lee was convicted of seconddegree murder. A week after her October 2010 disappearance, Jenkins' body was found under an abandoned house across the street from the bar Jenkins was renovating at 40th Street and Ames Avenue. Now, whenever Jenkins' family gathers — be it at home or at the bar, now named Doc's Place — talk inevitably turns to the senselessness of Karen's death. “That's the most frustrating part,” Cynthia Jenkins said. “Every time we get together, we try to make sense of it.” It won't ever make sense, brother Kenneth Jenkins said. Karen Jenkins, a businesswoman and former college instructor, had traveled the world and received a doctorate in conflict resolution. She was ornery and playful and full of energy, her family said. “Karen had a way to give joy, to give a piece of herself to every friend she had,” Cynthia Jenkins said.
Ken Jenkins said the family is trying to focus on the quality of Karen's life, not the cruelty of her death. “You can't hate,” he said. “If you hate, you can't pick the pieces up, can't move on. If you hate, you become them.” ‘I strangled her,’ Lee says in call from jail By Todd Cooper - Omaha.cpm May 4, 2012 So much for the whodunit. In the course of her first-degree murder trial this week, Monique Lee’s defense has been questioning whether prosecutors could prove that Lee killed her landlord, Karen Jenkins, a college instructor and businesswoman. However, one person didn’t question who did the killing: Lee herself. In a December 2010 phone call from jail — played by prosecutors Thursday afternoon — Lee told her sister that she killed Jenkins. “I admit, I did it,” she said at one point. At another, she blubbered, through her tears, how she did it. Pressing Lee about why she was charged with first-degree murder, sister DeShawndra Boatman asked Lee whether she shot or stabbed Jenkins, 48. Lee didn’t respond. “C’mon, Monique, just tell me,” Boatman said. “I won’t tell nobody. I won’t tell mom. ... Did you drug her?” “I didn’t drug her,” Lee said, sniffling. “I choked ... I strangled her. I strangled her, Shawndra.” Douglas County Public Defender Tom Riley has left little unturned as he has questioned whether someone else — namely Lee’s brother, Gary Lee — could have killed Jenkins. But that part of the defense was undermined Thursday as his own client’s words reverberated through the courtroom. In addition to the jailhouse phone calls, prosecutors say, Lee has made admissions to both of the psychiatrists who have evaluated her. And her brother Gary Lee is expected to testify Friday that he
helped Monique Lee after she became upset that she was being evicted. All of those things may mean the defense soon will turn to the second prong of their strategy: their argument that Lee was insane at the time of the killing. The three phone calls — made two months after Jenkins was found dead — show a desperate woman. Douglas County Attorney Don Kleine and Chief Deputy Brenda Beadle said it’s a woman covering her tracks — and trying to deflect blame for strangling Lee with a vacuum cleaner cord. Riley, on the other hand, likely will point to some elements of the phone calls as signs that Lee wasn’t all there. Throughout the phone calls, Lee seems consumed with her children — and with the consequences she might suffer. In the second phone call that day, Lee adamantly denies acting alone — or out of anger for getting initial eviction papers. “I admit, I did it,” she says. “It wasn’t based off of what everybody thinks it is. My kids was being threatened.” By who? Boatman asked. Lee refers to a mysterious man at a nearby body shop — and to a yellow truck parked in the neighborhood. “All I know is his name is Black,” Lee said. “I would get phone calls, messages telling me what clothes I was wearing ... like they was watching me. I was being threatened. My brother was being threatened.” Lee tells her sister that Jenkins’ body was moved by the unnamed man and his friends. Gary Lee is expected to testify he helped his sister hide the body. “He kept threatening me,” she said. “He started telling me, ‘Do it or die. So I did it.’” Authorities noted that Lee provides more details with each phone call. In the first phone call, Lee says she strangled Jenkins. In the second call, her sister asked what role their brother, Gary Lee, played. “Gary watched,” Lee said. “He just stood there and watched. And he held her down.” In the third phone call, she vents to Boatman about their little
brother cooperating with police — and pinning the motive on the eviction. “Gary throw all this (expletive) on me,” Lee says. “You mean to tell me, I been letting you live in my house and then you going to throw this (expletive) on me? ... This is my blood.” Courtroom spectators were spellbound by the tapes. A few of Jenkins’ family members and friends dabbed away tears. One buried her head in her hands. At one point, Lee’s mother left the courtroom in a huff. She shot a glare in her daughter’s direction before flinging open the courtroom doors. Two jurors scribbled furiously as Lee made her admissions. Another closed his notebook and leaned back in his chair. A female juror tried to stifle tears as Lee repeatedly asked about her 6-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son. Lee: “Have they asked about me? ... I need to hear them.” Boatman: “They’re fine. I just told ’em ‘Mom has to take a vacation.’” Finally, Boatman — who now has custody of the children — puts the daughter on. “Hi, baby. Hey, baby,” Lee says, her singsong voice muffled by tears. “You take care of your little brother, OK? I love you.” “I love you too,” her daughter says. Later, Lee asks about the life sentence she could face for murder. “They probably are going to try to give you life,” Boatman says. “They might give you 20 years.” “Well, 20 is a lot better than life,” Lee says. “As long as it’s not forever. As long as I can get out and see the kids.” She pauses. “If I could change this, Shawndra, I swear to God I would. I can’t stand being away from my babies.” Did woman in landlord slaying know right from wrong? By Todd Cooper - Omaha.cpm May 2, 2012 Monique Lee was mentally ill on Oct. 17, 2010 — the day her
landlord, Karen Jenkins, was killed after Lee received eviction papers. On that point, both sides agree. But as Lee's first-degree murder trial began Tuesday in Douglas County District Court, prosecutors and defense attorneys disagreed on whether that long-standing mental illness made her unable to comprehend the consequences of her actions. In short, prosecutor Brenda Beadle said, Lee was capable of understanding right and wrong. Karen Jenkins often offered reduced rent to Lee and other tenants — sometimes even hiring them to work off their rent. However, Lee had used up those chances, Beadle said. Upset that she was being evicted, Lee and her brother Gary Lee set out to set up Jenkins, the prosecutor said. Pretending that Gary was a prospective tenant, the Lees lured Jenkins to a vacant apartment in the same building as the bar that was being renovated by Jenkins, an accomplished and well-traveled businesswoman who held a doctorate and once worked as a college instructor. As Jenkins, 48, prepared to show the apartment to Gary Lee, prosecutors say, Monique Lee attacked her from behind. Karen Jenkins called out: “Monique, get off of me.” Lee then did the unthinkable, Beadle said: She strangled Jenkins with the cord of a vacuum cleaner while Lee's brother held her legs. Monique and Gary Lee then wrapped Jenkins' body in a sheet and stuffed her in a closet, Beadle said. Hours later, under cover of darkness, they took the body across the street and disposed of it under the porch of a burned-out house near 40th Street and Ames Avenue, Beadle said. Lee's attorney, Public Defender Tom Riley, told jurors his defense is two-pronged. First and foremost, Riley argued, prosecutors will have a hard time convincing jurors that Monique Lee killed Karen Jenkins. Gary Lee, who has cooperated with prosecutors and will testify for them, is the only one who connects Monique to what happened in that apartment. And, Riley said, Gary Lee has motive to lie. “He's not trying to protect his sister,” Riley said. “He's trying to lay it off on her — and she is not equipped to defend herself.”
Therein lies the second prong of Riley's defense. Even if jurors decide that prosecutors have proven their case, he said, it's clear that Lee was insane at the time of Jenkins' killing. Prosecutors and the defense plan to call dueling doctors to debate that issue. Dr. Bruce Gutnik — an Omaha psychiatrist and frequent witness for the defense — will testify that Lee was insane and incapable of understanding her actions at the time. Dr. Scott Moore, a Lincoln Regional Center psychiatrist, disagrees. He will testify that Lee could distinguish right from wrong. After strangling Jenkins, prosecutors allege, Lee put Super Glue in the woman's nostrils — so much that her upper lip was glued to her nose. She and Gary Lee then stuffed tissue in her mouth. The brother-sister duo then hid Jenkins' body. The disappearance of Jenkins prompted a frantic search among her large and closeknit family. The family knew something was wrong when sister Cynthia — who spoke with Karen multiple times a day, every day — couldn't get hold of her. “Karen was the baby of the family,” Beadle said. “She and Cynthia talked daily, several times a day.” However, the last phone number dialed to Karen Jenkins' phone was Gary Lee's number — at 10:30 a.m. Oct. 17. At 10:31 a.m., Gary Lee then called or texted his sister's number, as he followed Karen Jenkins into the apartment, Beadle said. After hiding the body — it wasn't found for six days — Monique Lee was deceptive with detectives investigating the disappearance, Beadle said. Monique Lee initially told investigators she hadn't seen Jenkins for a while. On the Sunday in question, she said, she was at the Siena Francis House, doing community service work all day. She later changed that story, telling detectives she was at home all day. Ronald Ross, a Douglas County sheriff's constable, said he served Monique Lee with initial eviction papers Oct. 3. The papers indicated that Lee could contest her eviction, and a court date was set for Oct. 15. “I didn't get the chance to get much out,” Ross said of his encounter with Lee. “She grabbed the papers out of my hand and just
mumbled something, kind of upset.â&#x20AC;? Police Arrest Brother-Sister in Jenkins Murder By Jonathan Athens - Kptm.com December 30, 2010 OMAHA (KPTM)--Police arrested a 19-year-old Omaha man and his 27-year-old sister and charged them both with first degree homicide in the killing of 48-year-old Karen Jenkins. "This is an on-going investigation... police are still conducting interviews, we don't want to jeopardize the investigation," said Douglas County Attorney Don Kleine. Kleine was speaking to reporters earlier today when police announced they arrested Gary D. Lee and his sister Monique Lee. Jenkins disappeared on Oct. 17, two days after she filed an eviction notice against Monique Lee, who was renting a house from Jenkins. Police discovered Jenkins' body about five days later at that house. Prosecutors are also charging Gary and Monique Lee with use of a weapon. Gary and Monique Lee are in jail pending a bond hearing tomorrow afternoon
Shelley Lynn CASTERLINE
Classification: Murderer Characteristics: Enraged during an argument Number of victims: 1 Date of murder: October 4, 2013 Date of arrest: Next day Date of birth: 1973 Victim profile: Virginia Barone, 68 (her boyfriend's mother) Method of murder: Stabbing with knife Location: Guide Rock, Webster County, Nebraska, USA Status: Pleaded guilty. Sentenced to 20 years to life in prison on September 22, 2014
Woman gets life sentence for killing boyfriend's mom Lincoln Journal Star September 22, 2014 A Guide Rock woman got a life sentence Monday for killing her boyfriend's 68-year-old mother. Shelley Casterline, 41, pleaded guilty to second-degree murder in Adams County District Court in March. District Judge Stephen Illingworth sentenced her. Prosecutors charged Casterline and her 24-year-old son, Andrew, with first-degree murder and other crimes connected to the Oct. 4
slaying of Virginia Barone at Barone's home in Guide Rock. Her body was found partially covered by boards in her home the next day. An autopsy showed she'd been stabbed twice in the back and 20 times in the chest and torso. Barone's son, Ronald Jamilowski, was Shelley Casterline's boyfriend. Investigators had said Shelley Casterline acknowledged she killed Barone after the older woman made comments that enraged her. At her son's trial this month, Shelley Casterline testified that her son wasn't there when she stabbed Barone. She said he did help her move the body. But investigators believed Andrew Casterline also stabbed Barone because he had cuts on his hands that indicated he had wielded a knife. In the end, the jury found him guilty of first-degree murder, use of a deadly weapon to commit a felony and burglary. He is set for sentencing in December and will get a mandatory life sentence for the murder charge. The Casterlines were arrested Oct. 5 in Newton, Iowa, in a stolen Jeep. Guide Rock woman makes plea deal in murder case By Associated Press March 21, 2014 HASTINGS â&#x20AC;&#x201D; A Guide Rock woman accused of killing her boyfriend's 68-year-old mother has pleaded guilty to a reduced murder charge. Shelley Casterline pleaded guilty to second-degree murder Wednesday in Adams County District Court. She and her 23-year-old son, Andrew, were charged with first-degree murder and other crimes connected to the Oct. 4 slaying of Virginia Barone at Barone's home in Guide Rock. Her body was found partially covered by boards in her home the next day. An autopsy showed she'd been stabbed twice in the back and 20 times in the chest and torso. Barone's son, Ronald Jamilowski, was Shelley Casterline's live-in boyfriend. Investigators had said Shelley Casterline acknowledged
she'd killed Barone after the older woman had made comments that enraged her. Andrew Casterline told an investigator he'd been present when his mother stabbed Barone. The investigator has said he suspected Andrew Casterline also stabbed Barone because the young man had cuts on his hands that indicated he had wielded a knife. The Casterlines were arrested Oct. 5 in Newton, Iowa. Police said the two had been traveling in a sport utility vehicle stolen in Cass County, Neb., earlier that day. Andrew Casterline has pleaded not guilty, and his trial is scheduled to begin May 27. Mother, son now charged with murder of elderly Guide Rock woman By Lori Pilger - Lincoln Journal Star October 25, 2013 A woman and her son have been charged with the first-degree murder of a 68-year-old Guide Rock woman, found Oct. 5 stabbed to death in her home, her body partially covered by boards. Investigators suspect Shelley Casterline, 41, and 23-year-old Andrew Casterline killed Virginia Barone a day earlier, stabbing her 22 times, then taking off in her car. Barone's son was Shelley Casterline's live-in boyfriend. The Casterlines were arrested the next day in Newton, Iowa, after allegedly mugging a woman in a Wal-Mart parking lot. In court records, Nebraska State Patrol Investigator Ryan Phinney said deputies went to Barone's home after her friend reported she wasn't answering her phone. The friend had found her door open, car missing and her telephone and other possessions lying on the driveway. When deputies went inside, they found a blood trail that led to her body, which had been partially covered by boards, according to an affidavit for the Casterlines' arrests. An autopsy later showed she had been stabbed 22 times, twice in the back and 20 times in the chest and stomach, Phinney said in court records.
He said Barone's son, Ronald Jamilowski, told him he'd last seen his mother early Oct. 4 when she had driven him and the Casterlines to Guide Rock from Hastings. When he woke up Oct. 5, his girlfriend and her son were gone. Turns out, Andrew Casterline had spent the night in a Cass County jail. At about 7:30 p.m. on Oct. 4, another state trooper stopped him driving Barone's white Pontiac Grand Prix on Interstate 80 near Ashland allegedly under the influence of drugs. The car was towed and his mother, who had been with him in the car, posted his bond the next morning. They allegedly stole another vehicle, a Jeep. By the time Iowa law enforcement personnel nabbed them that afternoon in connection to an armed robbery in a Wal-Mart parking lot, they were wanted in connection to Barone's death. Phinney said they found two of Barone's bank cards in Andrew Casterline's possession when he was arrested. And they came to suspect he and Shelley Casterline killed her the morning of Oct. 4 when Shelley Casterline became enraged during an argument with her and stabbed her. He said they found a knife in the glove box and bloody clothes in the stolen Jeep they'd been driving in Iowa. Iowa investigators also turned up a pawn receipt for a 51-inch TV, X-Box 360 and games stolen Oct. 4 in a burglary in a house a block from Barone's. The Casterlines made their first court appearances Friday in Webster County Court on charges of first-degree murder, use of a deadly weapon, burglary and theft. If convicted, they face possible life sentences. Mother, son wanted in connection to Nebraska homicide arrested near Newton By Katherine Klingseis Oct 6, 2013 A mother and son wanted in connection with a Nebraska homicide were taken into custody after allegedly mugging a woman in a Newton Wal-Mart parking lot Saturday, officials said.
Shelley Lynn Casterline, 41, and Andrew James Casterline, 23, both of Guide Rock, Neb., are being held at the Jasper County Jail for being wanted in Webster County in south-central Nebraska for theft by unlawful taking. They are also both wanted in connection to a homicide in Nebraska, said Iowa State Patrol Sgt. Scott Bright. The Casterlines were charged locally with first-degree robbery for reportedly mugging a woman in a Newton Wal-Mart parking lot, officials said. Police were able to trace the Casterlines’ cellphone to Grimes at 2:30 p.m. Saturday, Bright said. At 3:50 p.m., their cellphone was traced to the Baxter and Newton area. Police responded to an armed robbery in the Newton Wal-Mart parking lot at 5:37 p.m. Saturday, Bright said. Andrew Casterline allegedly grabbed a woman’s purse and took off running, Bright said. A group of Newton residents started chasing Andrew Casterline in the parking lot. Shelley Casterline then reportedly jumped out of a vehicle with a knife. The two Casterlines eventually got back into their car and drove away. No one was injured in the incident, Bright said. An Iowa State Patrol trooper spotted the Casterlines’ vehicle at 5:42 p.m. The trooper waited for backup before stopping the vehicle on I-80 and taking the two individuals into custody at 5:46 p.m. “It was just fortunate we had troopers there at the time,” Bright said.
Shelley Casterline
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Chapter 14 The New World
Come And Get Me by Kidofeed As a kid I always had these nightmares where I would be walking down a hallway or some other long pathway. Then suddenly, I would stop. I would scream to the top of my lungs and say, “COME AND GET ME!” And the monster or whatever being would run in a sort of weird deformed way. I used to wake up with my body sweaty and me gasping for air. But I never called my parents in, for I never knew if I was actually awake. And I was scared to say anything, so I eventually went back to sleep. Now, before I tell you anything else I must put one thing out there. I suffer from a thing called sleep paralysis. If you don’t know what that is, it is where you have awoken but cannot move, or in “paralysis”. So one night when my mom kissed me to sleep I went into my room. I prayed to God about watching over me and keeping me safe etc. I started to lose hope in God at that age. I was only 9. I got in bed and laid there. Inspecting the area as I drifted to sleep. This specific event changed dreams for me forever and hopefully it does for you too. Dreams are something that uses your imagination and can twist it in any way possible. Dreams can sometimes form into nightmares. Like ying and yang you need them both. Like a balance. When I had this specific dream, I was being born. Yes I could see my birth. And like most dreams it felt real. It looked real. Too real to the fact that I lived every second of it. It didn’t go fast like a normal dream. It was odd. Then a figure was shadowing me and my mom. The figure, lurking and staring down at me. This dream suddenly fell into a nightmare. As the doctors pushed me towards the figure as he then took me out of the ER. My mom was crying. But not a usual cry, like baby crying and screaming. I wondered why my dad wasn’t there. He was in every dream I had surprisingly. I woke up. But in sleep paralysis. I tried to move and struggle but
no use. The figure came in my room. I tried to scream. The only words that came out of my mouth were, “come and get me,” the figure didn’t move. Only staring. I got a good look at it, it didn’t have a torso or any other limbs. Just a face with black smoke under it. I said, “come and get me,” louder than before. The figure wouldn’t move. He only stood there. My mom came bursting in the door with my brother and grabbed me. She kept blabbering about my father. I wanted to tell her about the figure. She was crying. She said that my father’s body was found. At the back of our old house. He died in a fire. For I now know to this day. My father was in the dream. Just not who he was supposed to be. It’s funny because every dream I have of me saying come and get me, I woke up to my mom saying we have to go to a funeral or something. These dreams can’t drift into nightmares because there is nobody else in my family to kill but me. But I will always know that my guardian angels will come, and they will get me.
The Pumpkins by Dopeloozie The doorbell rings once again, I stop washing dishes and I grab the candy bowl, I make my way towards the door and open it, I hear trick or treat! I say, “Hi guys I love your costumes,” I give the children the last bit of my candy. Trick or treating should be over by now anyway, I think to myself. I turn the porch light off, leaving the surroundings almost pitch black. I sit on my couch and turn on my TV, I switch the channels a couple of times, I turn it to the news. A local story was on about a pumpkin massacre. As I watch it more, the story just seemed to get more and more gut wrenching. The pumpkin massacre goes house to house every night on the month of October, leaving pumpkins on their door step. The news reporter not knowing why, but the people this massacre visits, ends up missing, nowhere to be found. Before I get too spooked, I turn the TV off, I get up off the couch and make my way to my bedroom down the hall so I can change into my nightgown. Before I got any further, the door bell rings. I feel my whole body tense up, I feel the shivers down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck arise. With shortness of breath, I walk slowly towards the front door, trying not to make a sound. The floor creaks, I stop and listen. The door bell rings once more, startling me. What terrifies me the most is, I know the front door wasn’t locked. I reach the door, and I look out the peep hole, nothing, not a soul. I slowly turned the door handle, I opened it very slowly, it was completely dark outside. I flipped the switch on to the porch light, and discover a pumpkin sitting at my feet! My blood runs cold, I kick the pumpkin, causing it to break into pieces. I hurry back into the house and slam the door behind me, locking it. I hurry though the kitchen, making my way to the back door, to make sure it was locked, when I reached the hallway leading
to the back door, the door was wide open. I am beyond terrified now, someone is in my house. I don’t know whether or not to, run outside and risk the killer to be outside waiting for me, or run as fast as I can to shut the door and lock myself in the house with him. I decided to run as fast as I can, towards the door, I slam the door shut, and lock it. I quickly look out the window, breathing heavily. There he was, standing there, at the end of the sidewalk. He has something in his hand, a hammer. While staring at him with my wide eyes, I have my fists clenched, preparing for some kind of attack. He raises the hammer in the air, and laughs maniacally, and says, “I’m coming for you,” he sprints quickly towards the door, while still holding the hammer in the air. I turn around and run down the hallway, through the kitchen, hearing the glass door break. I run towards the front door, and look through the peep hole just in case. When I peek through, I see another one, staring back at me, as if he can see me looking at him. I put my sweaty hands over my mouth so I wouldn’t make a sound. I hear him, walking slowly through the kitchen, chuckling. I make my way to the living room closet. I open the door a crack, just so I can see what’s coming. As he appears through the kitchen, he walks over to the front door, to let in the other. As he reached for the door handle, I look down at his hands, his hands were not human hands. His hands were brown, and rough, slimy with long black fingernails. What the hell is this thing? He opened the door, the other one comes busting in, making snorting noises, and uncontrolled grunts. They both have shaggy light brown hair, with an orange sweaty face, with snot coming from their noses. I can’t see whether or not these were masks, but something tells me, they’re not. The first creature is tall, really tall, so tall his head can almost touch the ceiling. The other is short and hunchback, but looks strong. I don’t want to be trapped in here all night. I shut the closet door all the way, and kneel down, and I start to pray. About an hour and a half later, after tearing apart my house, trying to find me, it got silent. It’s hot in here, I’m having trouble breathing now, I’m beyond sweaty. Did they leave? “Please God,” I get up slowly, my legs are sore from kneeling down for so long. I open
the door very, very slowly. I open it a crack, and peek through the little opening. There’s he is, standing right there, in front of the closet door, waiting for me. He knew I was in here! He roughly opens the door to the closet, the hunchback back creature shrieks and lifts his hammer in the air, I plead, “Please no, please no!” the hammer strikes the side of my head, knocking me out. I wake up, but I can’t move, I’m tied down. I can see it’s still dark outside. I’m inside some sort of body bag, hanging over a shoulder. I assume it’s the taller one, I feel high up. I start to cry and panic, and I ask, what do you want from me! My head is pounding. He replies, “We want to make you one of us, we’ll need you, and the others, for next Halloween.” Note: Oh yeah, why not to eat some piece of shit.
Midwest
Having spent my life in a buzzing metropolis, driving through the Midwest states was a hypnotic and sobering experience. Anyone who has seen the bread-basket of America will know what I'm talking about. Fields. Billions of acres of crops covering the land in waves of undulating leaves; the tame wilderness organized into rows, blocks, and circles, continuing on for hours and hours and days and days. That's one of the strangest things about driving through the Midwest. The endless ocean of cornfields, birthed by man's labors seem to go on without end, but with no signs of those who created it. A car here, a small house there, a windmill, a rotting barn; it's as if some great civilization built it eons ago and then died out, leaving the living remains of their creations for you to drive past and wonder at. That's how I found myself on the evening of the last day in July, driving my red sedan along a veritable tunnel of a road cut across the cornfields. No broad highway for me; rather, I had chosen a graveled detour which I had been promised led back to the interstate. The last few exhausting days had seen me driving non-stop across the country, but today, as the sun peaked in the sky and began its free-fall back into the earth, the end of my trip drew near. Rest,
relaxation, and (who the fuck knows?) maybe even fun lay at my feet; the only thing separating me from my goal was a mile more of gravel road and a few insignificant minutes on the freeway. Unfortunately, my car was having a little trouble navigating the tiny country road. The assholes at the gas station had promised a worn but perfectly passable route, but a few miles in it became increasingly evident that neither description fit this sorry excuse for a road. Still, the anxiety didn't really sink in until the gravel path degenerated into a dusty path and then into mere ruts on the ground. As the weeds growing between the tire tracks began to hit the underside of my car, I briefly grappled with the idea of turning around and taking the more traditional, albeit longer, paved route. But soon, that bitch, stubbornness, got her way and I plowed on forwards against the rising weeds and deepening dark. As the sun kissed its lower lip to the crust of the earth I stopped the car. My journey had come to an abrupt halt. The road, barely discernible among the vegetation and barely wide enough for the car, had ended. Stopped. Right in the middle of a field of corn. Apparently, this was the literal road to nowhere. I cursed the hicks back at the 'Pump and Save' who had given me these shit directions and considered my options. Option, actually. The only action now was to return down the path I had so painfully traveled and then take the long paved road all the way around. Holding my breath, I tried to stifle a headache and several curse words running through my brain. That's when I heard that sweet sound, "PRBPRBPRBPRBPRBPRUBBBBBB," the unmistakable mating cry of a Harley tearing down a highway at full speed. Evidently, the interstate was straight ahead and only a few hundred yards away. I felt some guilt for what I was planning, but stubbornness' sisters, adventure and lethargy, convinced me that mowing down several hundred feet of some farmer's corn harvest was worth not spending more hours on the road. I wasn't sure if a Sedan could hold up to such punishment, but my car handled it like a pro, crushing and pulverizing the green stalks as they bent away and under the bumper. A couple of minutes and bam! I was through, back out into the dim evening light. I laughed and flipped the wipers to clean all the cream shrapnel covering my
windshield. I stopped mid-laugh. This was a road, but definitely not the highway. A two lane, paved, black road ran in a perfectly straight line off into the darkness, disappearing into the evening light. I cursed the assholes at the gas station again and prepared to bash my way back to the dirt path. But, turning around, the beautiful hole I punched through the field was gone.
A wall of corn, not row to row, but stalk to stalk stood in front of me, and I realized with a sinking heart that there was no way I could find the dirt path again in that solid block of green. Once again I weighed my options. Just two now: left or right. I headed what I figured was due south and hoped this road linked up to the highway for which I so desperately strove. Miles and miles I traveled. No change in scenery. Miles and miles of cornfields, pressing in on the car, enveloping me in the gloom of early night. No other cars. No other sounds. No radio reception. I stopped a few times at first listening for the signs of a busy highway, and later just listening for anything at all; anything beyond my own breathing. Nothing. Nothing but the crickets, gently chirping to each other across the ocean of waving stalks. More driving. The crickets faded away and only the occasional shrill whine of a cicada cried out into the night. More driving. Low on gas. More driving. The moon peered over the tufts of corn and lifted itself into the sky, transforming the land into monochrome, draining away color. More driving. Very fucking low on gas. More driving. Nothing but corn, corn, corn fucking everywhere. More driving. ...A barn....? A barn. The glow from the light of the moon made it appear like a ship in the sea, a dark but welcome shape rising above the monotonous and oppressive landscape. With a mixture of relief and apprehension I continue down the road. One turn, a short driveway,
and I'm there parking at the bottom of the sloping hill that leads up to its moonlit roof. It's built in an old wooden style, high gabled with heavy oak doors. It looks old. Like, not just the normal, "Oh, look, it's an old barn, kids," old, but really old, like it hadn't been looked upon, much less opened, in hundreds of years. Still, its presence offered some hope and companionship, shelter and safety. Getting out of the car, I walked up the path to the front doors. Interestingly, the grass all around the barnâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;a meadow extending about fifty yardsâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;was clearly meticulously cut and groomed. Also, the path up to the barn had been worn smooth, like some large machine had routinely pounded up and down, polishing and flattening the path. Striding up to the door, I knocked. And knocked again. I gave it several minutes, but apparently no one was living inside. I opened the doors and walk in. I was right... The stench hit me first. It was powerful, like a left hook right on the nose. Seedy and cloying and sour, it was like being dunked headfirst into a porta-potty. I retch, struggling to force fresh air down into my lungs. But, as my eyes adjust and the stench escapes into the cool night breeze, the horror begins. The barn was full of corpses. Dead bodies lay on tables, hung from the walls, and sat piled in great heaps into the corners. Green with rot, their open mouths were grinning; their decayed eyes staring emptily about the barn. The world started to spin around - my knees buckled and my breath escaped once again. Hundreds of bodies. Some were still fresh, crumpled spread-eagle in the corners of the barn, huge red-ringed gashes covering their bodies, wounds that looked like splashes of lipstick applied to their pale, naked forms. Older, rotten corpses, were lain out flat onto slabs of stone and wooden tables and hung from the walls; cut open and divided in a grotesquely methodical pattern. Their hearts were placed carefully near their heads, tongues cut out, various organs lying discarded and piled onto the floor below, and their intestines bunched up and knotted like a nightmarish bouquet of flowers. Further into the barn lay the bits and pieces, brown dried hunks of what used to be heads, arms, and torsos. And crates. Giant, wooden boxes piled neatly along the back wall of the barn, almost innocuous but horrible; dark stains seeped from under the lid and ran down.
But nothing compares to what hung from the ceiling. A fraying rope stretched down from the rafters. Hanging from the rope, gently swinging in the night over the bloody tables, was bound a horrible absurdity of something that was once alive. It resembled a victim of some terrible holocaust, its skin shriveled tight against its chest and belly, the arms unnaturally long and thin, hog-tied behind its back. Its hands and feet were enormous, ending in gnarled fingers a foot long, with a jagged, yellow nail at the tip of each one. Its head... a burlap sack had been tied around its neck, completely covering the corpse's features. A gash ran the length of its neck, the dried remains of some purple ichor running down from the wound and staining the bag over its head. Swinging there... Dead in the moonlight. I rose above the waves of fear and stumbled out of the barn, slamming the door shut behind me. Outside, the moon still rose, the wind still blew, and the crickets chirpedâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;the horrors inside the barn had no effect on the simple sanctity of nature. Leave. Run. Drive. Those were the only thoughts that permeated my numbed mind. I turned away from the wooden monstrosity before me and rann to my car, but... the car wasn't there. There was nothing around but cornfields. As I ran around the barn, the rows of waving stalks danced before my eyes. Trapped. Trapped in an ocean on a ship of the dead. No. I cannot stay here. I made a break for the fields of corn, the terrors behind chasing me heedlessly into the unknown ahead. As I hit the edge of the corn stalks, my courage failed me. I couldn't go ahead, and I couldn't go back. I stood there, shrouded by the complete silence. A light breeze tousled my hair as I stood motionless and frozen. Gently, the field of corn swayed in place as the wind picked up. Then, the wind really began to pick up. The corn stalks began to march back and forth in what was quickly becoming a maelstrom. The wind whipped my face and tore across my arms. It reached down my throat, pulling my scream out and mixing it with the surrounding chaos. Rain! It was suddenly raining, a torrent, a solid sheet of water falling from the heavens, knocking me off my feet, churning the solid ground into liquid. Lightning! Thunder! Arcs of electricity flew before
my face, striking and touching the ground at my feet. I ran back to the only shelter there is, all my fear forgotten in the struggle to survive this onslaught from above. I barricaded myself in the barn. I was shrouded in perfect darkness except for the pulses of lightning that glint off the outlines of the dead. That was past fear. I was petrified, crouching against the bolted oak doors, the rain hammering a machine gun fire behind me, trying to bash its way in. Behind me lay certain death, and in front of me lay the dead. The pulsing lightning seemed to animate them. They danced and shivered and grinned and laughed. They had nothing to fear. They laughed at me and my fear, they laughed at my blood, they laughed at my heartbeat. To this cacophony of laughter I sat frozen, watching over those that could not move. Lightning bolted across the sky. Flash. Dark. Flash. The wind blew the corpse tied to the ceiling; it rocked back and forth in long arcs above my head. Dark. Flash. Its hands swung back and forth beneath it. Dark. I thought the hands were tied behind the back. Flash. The rope is swung back and forth. The monstrosity was gone. Dark. Flash. Suddenly, I saw it crouching on the floor, its bagged head hung low beneath its shoulders. The cadaverâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s limbs flailed about, sliding it across the bloody wooden planks. Towards me. In the flashes of light I saw its sickening, twitching movement as it swayed back and forth, its head bobbing around with no control. I heard it. Bubbling, murmuring, babbling. It sounded like a drowning man trying to talk. It howled and gurgled and sputtered and screamed. Unintelligible. No pattern, no sense. It twitched, screaming, across
the floor as I lay frozen against the wall, watching its movement in the throbbing light. Flash. Dark. I heard its blithering in my ear… Dark. I felt its ragged breathing… Dark. Burlap brushed by my face… Flash. I ran… Out the door and across the churning mud. The rain threw me down into the muck again and again. With a guttural snarl, it was after me; on all fours, it leaped and twitched and gurgled and screamed as it chased me into the corn. Knocking aside the stalks I, staggered into the pitch blackness. I ran and ran. Unseen things tore at me—was it the leaves or had the beast caught up? I ran and ran. I ran and trip. I tripped on a root—or did it grab me by the ankles? I ran and ran and ran, oblivious to the darkness, to my fear, to my aching lungs. And then it caught me. Long nails—no, talons—gangrenous and yellow, tore into my shoulder and held me back. I stumbled and fell. I was going to die; I could feel its breath on my face again. I could taste the death on its hidden lips… I. Will. Not. Die! With a yell I rose up and grab its sallow arm, tearing its claws out of my back with a sharp flash of pain and blood. The monstrosity gibbered and yelped. And I ran. And I ran. And I ran. And I tripped again. Falling, falling down into darkness, skidding across mud and stones. Almost drowning in the muck, I tumbled down and down. Then it all came to a stop… I looked up from the bottom of a ditch and realized I’m out of the cornfield. I was at the road. The rain had gone away. The wind had died. Best of all, my car was parked by the edge of the road. I wasted no time in jumping in, locking the door, and starting the engine. Miraculously, I had half a tank of gas. With a yell, I stepped on the gas pedal, hoping to charge forward forever and ever out of
the blackness and into the light of day. The mud churned beneath me. My tires spun helplessly, then sunk into the muck. Ahead of me, the cornstalks parted, and the dead thing crawled out into the beam of my headlights. With growls and burbles it slowly slipped through the mire in front of me, taking its time, savoring the web of dread it had trapped me in… Last chance… I stepped the gas again and flew forward. The creature leaped. My windshield cracked. With a “thunk” and a splash of purple blood, it collided against the car then flew across the road. “FUCK YOU!” I cried as I steered towards its crumpled form. Ten feet – five feet – three feet. It got up. I missed. But as I went swerving by it didn't give chase. I could see it in the rear-view mirror, struggling to stand up. I shifted into reverse and revved the engine. Then a shape appeared above the cornstalks. Blotting out the moon, a shadow climbed out of the field and walked down to the road. The light of night shone off shoulders that stretched meters across; forty feet above the ground the outline of a head eclipsed the stars. It bent down to the monstrosity sitting in a pool of vile blood. The shadow picked it up, caressed it. Then it turned toward me. A low moan filled the air, rattling the car and sending the cornstalks into another mad dance. With its free hand, the monstrous shadow reached down to its waist then lifted something high into the air. Something big and sharp that reflected the light of the moon across the darkened fields… I slammed back into gear and flew forward. The moan continued, the steering wheel coming loose in my hands. The cornfield are in a mad frenzy, stalks bending and swaying with so much force they uproot and toss into the air, covering the road in shadows and leaves. “Thud thud thud thud thud,” ground-shaking footsteps coming for me, coming closer. A shriek of metal and something cleaved the roof of my car in two; light spilled into the car like air into a wound. The sound of twisting metal deafened me as the wheels began to lift off the ground… And then it was over. I dropped back to the road and accelerated, the shadow’s footsteps fading away into its hellish moan. I tore down the road without abandon, the dark shape and its unearthly
call fading behind me… I get it now. The horrible, blubbering shape was merely a pet, a dog, a guardian of whatever nightmarish creature lives and works in the barn. IT was the true master of that slaughterhouse. Although it was far behind - that dark shadow - it looked enormous. It turned, a flash of silver bursting from its hand, as it disappeared back into the swaying cornfields… Pedal to the metal. 130 mph. The engine roaring, the tires squealing. I flew down the road, impervious to my surroundings, to the blood flowing down my back. Minutes passed like lifetimes. Trees and shadows loomed like a thousand unnamed horrors down upon my head. Then, a light. More lights. A town. Not just a town, THE town, the fucking place I was trying to reach so long ago, earlier today in an earlier life. I stumbled into a diner, the screaming of the waitress lulling me into dark unconsciousness… Sleepwalking, the doctors say. Here, take these pills, they say. A hundred doctors, maybe more, and they all agree that I’m a headcase. The cuts on my face and arms? Scratches from the sharp corn leaves. My shattered windshield? I drove into a ditch. They throw a rainbow of pills in my face to cut down on my dreams, to avoid panic attacks, to bury my sorrows in a field of manufactured happiness. I guess doctors know best? Still, there are some things they’ve never been able to explain. I had some tests done on the purple liquid spattering my car. Inconclusive, all of them; apparently it’s blood, but contains things that are not blood. There isn’t much to say about the straight, clean cut that runs the length of my roof either; nobody has been able to tell me what can cleave steel like butter. Then there are the four jagged wounds across my back that ooze pus and bleed, but refuse to heal… I stay in the city now. The chalky smell of concrete, the sharp smell of steel, even the bitter aroma of living humans keeps me sane. My apartment has no plants in it. I eat meat and bread. The sight of a cob of corn, or even a kernel, makes me throw up, sometimes faint. For the most part, I can interact normally (except for the vomiting thing) and pretend like that last day in July never happened. I feel perfectly safe in the daytime…
But each night when I sleep, Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m forced back. Back to the moonlit fields, where the cornstalks bend and sway with the howling wind. Back to the hall of corpses, where the hooded monstrosity shrieks and gibbers and twitches. Back to the haunting ground of the unseen butcher, whose long knives flash into the darkness. Originally posted on /x/ by Black Fedora Man Note: Don't Be Nice
David's Diary June 13th 2008: The Wife says that journals help alleviate stress, and retain memories. She always has some new way to make me feel like I have some sort of mental deficiency. She says she’s going to read it for a few weeks to make sure that I actually write in it. Pretty rude if you ask me, I don’t think she’d like it if I went reading through her journal… if she keeps one. But you know what they say, “happy wife, happy life.” So, I guess I’ll just do what she says. June 15th 2008: Well, I got a gold star for my last entry, so I suppose I’m doing something right… for once. So I guess I should write about what happened today… well Cheyenne, our daughter, came home today talking about her day with my mother. Mom loves taking her to the ice cream shop up the road. She also talked about her friend she met while playing in the woods. I don't like her going out there alone. She says she wants to go over to her friend's next door house tonight. Maybe I can actually have some playtime of my own, with my special friend! June 16th 2008: Slept with my wife for the first time in about two weeks, got to say, if anything alleviates stress, it would be a nice shag like that. Cheyenne is coming home in a few hours so I guess I should get dressed, wouldn’t want her to be scarred! The first time I saw my dad naked, I think I blacked out, there are just some things kids shouldn’t see. June 20th 2008: Today, Cheyenne came to bed with us for the first time in about five years. She said the monsters outside her window were trying to get in. But she’s only eight, so what are you going to do about it, right? I think I was scared of monsters ‘til I was about nine or so, so it’s not anything out of the ordinary. June 21st 2008: Cheyenne hasn’t been eating a lot, and she looks kind of pale. I try talking to her, but she just says she’s fine. Mom should be coming to
get her soon. Maybe she can talk to her. June 22nd 2008: Mom says she’s worried about Cheyenne, says that she isn’t acting right. The wife thinks we should take her to a psychiatrist… as if we weren’t out of money already. But if it will help Cheyenne, then I suppose it's okay. June 24th 2008: Well, Cheyenne isn’t doing so hot with the psychiatrist. She hardly talks, and when she does she just talks about the monsters out her window. The psychiatrist thinks it’s some kind of coping mechanism for something traumatic. The man asked if the wife and I were arguing, or fighting, he obviously doesn’t know what kind of a spineless man I am… June 26th 2008: Cheyenne won’t sleep in her room anymore, she say when she does the “tree man” talks to her. I hope she gets over this soon, can’t really have some bedtime play when the kid in the bed. July 2nd 2008: Well it’s been awhile and Cheyenne seems to be getting worse. Now she won’t talk at all, she just sits there in the living room staring out the window, she hasn’t slept in her room, and she keeps waking up screaming, I can’t sleep well enough to function at work anymore, and the Boss says I need to shape up, or I may wind up out of a job. This whole situation is fucked. July 4th 2008: Last night at about 3 in the morning Cheyenne woke up screaming again, pointing at our door, she wouldn’t talk, just cry. I got fed up and grabbed the bat beside the bed and went into the hallway. Cheyenne’s window was open, and her bed sheets were strewn across the room. I looked out the window, but nothing was there. Some sick bastard must be trying to kidnap her, I called the cops, but they said they couldn’t find anything to suggest forced entry…I swear if I see that creep I’ll cave his skull in. July 5th 2008: Cheyenne talked for the first time in ages today. She said the tree man doesn’t like her hiding from him. I tried to get more out of her, but she just kept talking about this tree man. She says he just wants
to play, I don’t like this, maybe Cheyenne should stay with my mother for a bit, after that ordeal with her room, I don’t like the idea of someone breaking in with her here. July 6th 2008: Mom took Cheyenne over to her house, hopefully Mom can get her to talk. July 8th 2008: Mom called last night, and said that Cheyenne was acting really strange, I told her about the psychiatrist and all, and got lectured about being more responsible with my actions around my child, I love my mom and all, but sometimes she can piss me off. I had a security system installed today, so hopefully I can catch anyone if they decide to break in this time. July 9th 2008: Last night the alarm went off at 3, when I went out to check everything, nothing was open, I don’t know what’s going on but I really don’t like it. July 10th 2008: When I came downstairs this morning there was one of Cheyenne’s drawings on the front door, I don’t know how it got there, I know I didn’t put it there, and my wife didn’t either…I am starting to think we may need to move. July 12th 2008: Cheyenne came home today, she seems even worse than before, Mom said she didn’t want to do anything the entire time, and just sat on the couch mumbling about the Tree Man. I don’t know what to do, and I’m starting to get a bit freaked out myself. July 13th 2008: Last night I stayed in Cheyenne’s room to wait for this Tree Man she talks about. But something fucked up happened. I was nodding off, when I heard this loud static like sound, It was coming from Cheyenne’s toy walkie talkies. I took out the batteries and set them back in her toy chest. About 20 minutes later I heard it again, but there was a voice this time…I couldn’t hear it clearly through the static, I looked out the window and saw this…thing standing there, it was unnatural looking, it’s long spindly arms…like spider legs, I couldn’t see its face, it looked almost like it didn’t have one…I woke
up this morning on the couch, was it all a dream? It didn’t feel like it… I think I need to lay off the curry. July 15th 2008: Cheyenne wouldn’t wake up this morning, she was breathing, but she wouldn’t wake up, we took her to the hospital, they said she was in a coma…Why is this happening to us? What have we ever done to deserve this!? The Doctor says that she should be fine, but I don’t like this one bit…I don’t know what to do July 16th 2008: I got fired today, boss said I was too unreliable…My wife said she could go and work with her dad until I can get another job…I don’t know what to do with myself. July 17th 2008: The Doctors called today, they said Cheyenne was doing OK, but they still don’t know what was wrong with her…I saw the thing again last night too…It was starting through her bedroom door, Looking at me, just standing there, My wife doesn’t believe me, she says I’m being over reactive. I know what I saw, and I know it wasn’t a dream. July 18th 2008: My first day home alone in years… I don’t like it, every time I see a shadow or small bit of movement, I freak out. I don’t know what that thing is, but I don’t want to see it again. I spent most the day sitting on the couch I don’t know what to do with myself. July 20th 2008: These past two days have been awful. I saw the thing again, and this time it moved…oh god it fucking moved, it didn’t move like anything I’d ever seen, it snapped and cracked with each step, it’s face…it’s fucking face! It didn’t have one! Just a blank head…I think I pissed the bed when I saw it…The wife doesn’t want me talking about it… she won’t listen… July 21st 2008: My wife left this morning, said she’d have to work overtime because no one could cover the other shift…I don’t want to be here alone… July 22nd 2008: Cheyenne woke up today. She seemed better, at least there was something good! I don’t want her in the house though, that thing is in there…The wife says she need to come home…
July 23rd 2008: I woke up screaming, I dreamt about that thing…It was trying to take Cheyenne, I cried like a baby for hours…My wife thinks I need anti-depressants, I don’t need anything! I’m not crazy! I am not imagining things! I won’t let that thing take her! July 24th 2008: I woke up this morning and didn’t see Cheyenne in bed with us. I lost my mind, and ran around the house looking for her. I found her in the bathroom, she had blood coming out of her mouth, she didn’t seem hurt, but she wouldn’t say a word, not even mumble… Oh god what’s going on!? July 25th 2008: It lives in the woods behind our house…I saw it looking at me through the trees. I know it’s there, I see it every time I look out the window no one believes me…No one understands! July 26th 2008: It came again last night, but I didn’t let it get her, I hit it right in its blank face! The bat broke and I tried stabbing it with the broken edge, but it didn’t bleed. I got its head, but the cut was dry, nothing but black below it, no blood…This thing isn’t possible, It left us alone, My wife still doesn’t believe me, IT WAS RIGHT THERE! HOW COULD SHE NOT SEE IT!? She thinks I’m crazy, she thinks I’m going insane… July 28th 2008: It took her! It fucking took her! I tried to stop it, but it I couldn’t, it fucking took her…I have to go into the woods… There is no other choice! I won’t let that thing have my daughter! Unknown date: (Frantically scribbled) I love you Charlotte…I’m going to get our daughter, I won’t let it have her! It watches us always (illegible)! It sees us! (Illegible) forever! Note: The problem is the style... Each Word puts near to #Everyone Place
Driver's License Getting your driver’s license is often one of the biggest days in a teenager’s life. It’s the day where you can finally get some freedom from the parents who have been breathing down your neck for the past sixteen years. The parents, who grounded you, never let you go out with your friends, and wouldn't take you to your favorite band’s concert. But now you don’t need them to drive you places. You have the power to just pick up the keys and go wherever your unrestricted heart desires. The road is yours and the only thing holding you back is the price of gas. And, well, your parents. But, hey, all they have now is empty words. They can’t really control you, can they? Anyway, you were not so unlike every teenager getting their first taste of freedom. Your understanding mom let you have the car for the night and you picked up some of your close friends. You spend the night at a not too expensive, but not too cheap restaurant. It was a little outside your town simply because your town didn't have any good restaurants. Or maybe that’s just what you told yourself so you could get a little more time away. You and your friends spent more time laughing and talking about the latest episode of your favorite show than actually eating. You had a lot of fun while you were there; and probably ticked a few people off with your loud conversations and giggling. It was all in fun and you weren't being too rude. You took all of your friends home, being the only one with a license. You waited to drop your date off last even though their house wasn't really the farthest nor the closest, but you didn't care. They congratulated you again on getting your license as you walked them to their front door. They gave you a long kiss goodnight and goodbye before slipping into the dimly lit house. The smile lasted on you face as you walked down the long path back to where you had parked the car in the street. Your date’s driveway was already full of cars and didn't have any room to park. You walked around and opened the driver’s door when you noticed
the back seat door was hanging open slightly. You frowned and stared at it a moment wondering if it was like that the whole time. The sensors on the doors weren't new so maybe they didn't pick up that the door wasn't closed. You bumped the door shut and didn't give it a second thought. You pulled off the side of the road and onto the quiet neighborhood street as you bumped up the heat in the car. The road was lit by street lamps; throwing orange light onto the black pavement and quickly being run over by the grey SUV. You pulled out onto the main street hardly wanting to head home. You decide to take the long way and venture down the foreboding road. During the day this road would've been no problem but you were inexperienced with driving at night. The silence didn't bother you too much but it always felt better when there was some sort of noise so, without even thinking about it, you start mumbling to yourself. You gave yourself advice as you drove along. With the combination of the dark and your insecurity about the road; you were lost before you knew it, driving down a long dark street. You laughed nervously and comment to yourself that you feel like you’re in a horror movie. You pull off in the driveway of one of the small farms scattered around the otherwise abandoned path. You put the car in park and turn to rummage through the middle compartment and prayed that the GPS would be there. It wasn't. You let out a sigh and looked up from the console in time to hear a voice. “I think you’re lost…” You’re heart stopped. You kept your eyes closed trying to convince yourself that what you just heard was part of your imagination. That it was just your fears manifesting themselves in your subconscious. But you knew better. You slowly turned your head and opened your eyes to look in the back seat. A person, if you want to call it that, was sitting there with its hairless head lolling around like a lifeless body. Everything about it was disproportional. Its arms and neck were too long and its face
looked more like a Picasso painting. But it didn't move at all. It had its eyes closed. It didn't seem to be breathing and as far as you could tell it didn't seem to have a heartbeat. Most people would've gotten out of the car and ran. But you moved ever so slowly like you were trying to get out without its knowledge, but that didn't happen. “Go get help. You’ll need it…” It talked without moving its mouth. The thing was as still as a statue and you gave up on the calm façade. You ran as fast as you could to the nearest house and pounded on the door. Someone answered and you simply told them to call the police as you stared at the car as though you were waiting for that statue to climb out. “Biggest day of my life,” you mutter, almost sarcastically, staring at the car where your driver’s license still rested.
Chapter 15 Brand Of Break
TruCk Crazy SCARY STORIES
Truckers of Reddit by dreezy My uncle was a truck driver for many years. He doesn’t share a lot of stories but he told me this one night while we were drinking beer. He spent several years doing cross country trips, often loading up his trailer in the middle of the night. While he waited for his trailer to be loaded he’d make his way over to a nearby truck stop, have a late night meal, and shoot the shit with any other drivers there. After a while he would make friends with drivers that were on a somewhat similar schedule. He befriended this particular guy that he would run into about once a month or so. He said this guy was massive, a huge guy. My uncle is kind of a wise ass that can get annoying really quick. He said this was the one guy, he knew that when he crossed the line and agitated him, it was time to go. Anyway, he runs into this guy every so often, and they shoot the shit and kill time while their semi-trucks are getting loaded up. One night the guy invites him back to his semi. He wants to show him something he’s built in his semi. This guy’s semi has a sleeper on the back, so it’s pretty big. Basically it’s a semi-truck with a small room right behind the driver to sleep in. My uncle is intrigued by seeing what kind of custom work this guy has done in his semi so he goes along with him. Once they’re in the truck the guy show him what he’s built in the sleeper of his semi. It’s a big heavy duty box. Apparently it has hydraulic arms on either side so he can open and close it with the push of a button. He says once he pushes the button it seals shut, can’t be opened. My uncle is kind of weirded out by this and cracks a few jokes about the box. The guy starts to get a little agitated. My uncle realizes this and decides it’s time to leave this guy’s semi. A few months later he finds out that the guy was a serial killer stuffing truck stop hookers and others into this custom hydraulic box. At this point in the story his hand starts shaking and he can
barely drink his beer. “That guy was massive,” he says. “His hand could cover most of my head. He could’ve stuffed me in the box and there’s nothing I could’ve done to stop him. Or shit, maybe there was someone in there already!” He says he still has nightmares about it years later.
Truckers of Reddit 2 I'm probably late, but this is a story of my dads. About 17 years ago, my dad was a bait fish hauler who made runs from Arkansas to the North-East and Mid-West. At one point while he was in Ohio, traffic came to a dead halt-- accident right up ahead of him, a car had been barreling down the highway and drove right under a truck and hit the DOT bar. Dad noticed the smoke, figured it meant a fire was starting up, so he jumped out and ran up to the back of the truck where a bunch of other truckers and some drivers were. An engine fire was indeed starting and there were 2 kids in the back seat of the car, real disoriented from the impact. The back passenger window was too small in the car for them to smash open to get the kids out, so they had to go through the front passenger window. Dad was the only one with a small enough frame of the group willing to climb in, so he did. Unfortunately, the driver was too stupid and hadn't been wearing a seatbelt-- he'd been decapitated and his body was laying over on the passenger seat. So my dad had to climb over him, between the front seats and pull 2 kids who were basically dead weight out. He managed to do so, car was mostly engulfed in flames about 15 minutes later. They handed the kids off to an elderly couple who took them back to their car and cleaned the blood off them and gave them some sandwiches they'd packed. State Troopers got there a while later, took statements and all that from everyone. The State boys went back and checked on the kids, they were mostly fine, just a little shook up. The oldest one was a little girl, and dad had to chuckle at one point, when the little girl said "Momma's gonna be mad at daddy this time..." Made him wonder what other boneheaded moves the dude had done in the past. I remember when dad came home after that run, he had a styrofoam ice chest with him that had his clothes in ice water. Those clothes had just been absolutely drenched in blood. Luckily, all came out in the wash, which was good with him because it was his favorite jeans covered in blood.
Truckers of Reddit 3 by lblacklol Story #2, and still not a trucker, but a dispatcher. We had a driver who had... shall we say... an odor problem. I'm not talking like, body odor like sweat. I'm talking like stale urine. Any time he'd come into the dispatch office it was a race to get him to leave again. The kind of putrid tang that would make you gag immediately and completely involuntarily, regardless of your best efforts. Driver was a rather heavyset guy. Nice enough but a little slow. We let it go until we started getting complaints from customers about the smell. Now, this driver was a flatbed driver. Meaning most of his deliveries were onto construction sites, job sites, steel and lumber mills, etc. 90% of deliveries were outdoors, and in the company of rough and tough dudes who otherwise wouldn't give a damn what you smelled like. We'd get a couple phone calls a week from a job foreman saying that they wouldn't take this guy onto their site anymore because even outdoors, the smell was too bad for the workers. We started delicately attempting to bring it up, try to urge proper hygiene, etc. He claimed he showered every day or every other day at worst, and that's just what he smelled like and has had the problem for as long as he could remember. Nothing he could do. Okay. At some point he had to bring his truck in for maintenance. It was a company truck, he didn't own it, but we don't rotate trucks so he had the same one for months. Something had to be checked into at the gearshift, so the mechanic had to get inside the truck. Upon climbing into the cab, the mechanic promptly did a 180 and puked out the driver's side door. It was then that the big piss bucket was discovered. I'm not talking like, a gatorade bottle or something that he took a leak in so he didn't have to stop one time. I'm talking like, a jobsite shop bucket, filled nearly to the top with urine. The floor
was wet around it indicating it had splashed out. The inside of the cab, I'm told (because I was too chickenshit to get near this thing) smelled like him x10. It was basically pure concentrated evil. Plus the walls of the cab had a slight yellow/brown dull sheen. We fired the driver using the complaints from customers as the excuse, and then parked the truck outside in our yard, doors and windows open for a week just to dull it. Then had a guy with a ghetto pieced together hazmat type suit (rubber gloves, rubber boots, mask, rain slicker etc) go in and basically douse the whole thing in bleach and cleaners. No matter what they did they couldn't get rid of the smell. That truck sat outside in our yard for a full year, windows and doors standing wide open. Rain, snow, blustery wind. It just sat wide open to the elements. One day a year later the boss decided to close it up and see how it was. Just as bad as the day they tried to clean it. He scrapped the truck a week later. TL:DR Driver stank, customers complained he stank, months later we found a contractor sized piss bucket in the truck, 1 full year later we were forced to scrap the truck due to the smell.
Truckers of Reddit 4 by perezidentt As a man that has reached the ripe old age of 48 I can promise you I have seen some shit go down. This one totally takes the cake for me though. I was waiting out front of a truck stop back in the mid 80's. Sitting on a park bench with a guy that had a big Rottweiler kinda dog on a leash with him. I tried to make small talk but he was quite a sourpuss. So we sat in silence for a few minutes until the most unexpected thing I have ever seen, happened right before my very eyes. While we were sitting there a big 18 wheeler pulls in without a trailer (bobtail) so he parks right up front like a normal car would. Inside the cab of the truck with the driver is a little monkey. The dance for the organ grinder kind. I think they are called Rhesus monkeys perhaps. Well the dog spots this lil monkey and proceeds to go apeshit over it. Lunging at the end of his leash and barking at the top of his lungs. Generally making a real spectacle of himself to say the least. The driver is obviously upset, but not nearly as much as the monkey is. Actually upset may be the wrong adjective to use for the monkey though. In retrospect I think eagerly aggressive may be a more appropriate description for his disposition. He was pacing the dashboard back and forth. Never taking his eyes off of this very aggravating dog. The driver opens his little triangle window that they don't make on cars anymore. The ones made for smokers back in the day. He yells out to this douche bag to call his dog off because it is upsetting his monkey. The guy laughs and says no way (I told you he was a jerk didn't I?). Says that his dog ain't bothering nobody. The dog hasn't shut up since he laid eyes on the monkey. I promise you he is bothering everybody for several blocks around. Now here's where things start to get interesting. The driver says
that if he doesn't call his dog off he's gonna let his monkey loose on that dog. Douche bag laughs and says that his dog would eat that monkey alive. Upon hearing this the driver leans over and reaches into his glove box I guess. Pulls out one of those tiny baseball bats like you used to get at Astroworld or carnivals, and places it in the monkeys hand. The monkey obviously knows what's about to go down because he is now trying to squeeze out of that little triangular window I mentioned earlier. This monkey has murder in his eyes if I have ever seen it. Driver hollers "Last chance to save your dog's ass man." In response douche bag lets his dog off of the leash. Now we have a situation that has escalated to the point where we have a dog jumping up at the window and a monkey screaming profanities right back at him. Well, the driver finally rolls down the regular window and out leaps all kinds of miniature primate hell. The dog never knew what hit him. Quick as a flash this monkey is riding on the back of this dog's neck. His two back feet all wrapped up in his neck fur with one hand hanging onto an ear. The other hand as you may have guessed by now is steadily and mercilessly raining down blows about this dog's head and face. I mean hard blows. You can hear them whap whap whap. Well it only took a moment for the dog to realize he was in way over his head. He bolts yelping bloody murder as he runs away at full speed. I mean this dog is running so fuckin hard he's throwing up tufts of grass and dirt as soon as he leaves pavement. The monkey still riding him and beating on him the whole time. Douche bag acts like he wants to fight now but several people including myself stepped in to stop that nonsense. In a couple of minutes or so the little monkey comes loping back with his little bat still in hand, and leaps up into the still open window of the truck to await his master who has gone on into the store. That wanker ran off to try to go find his dog, but I don't know if he ever did. My ride showed up and I had to go. Never again in this lifetime will I see something so totally crazy and unexpected like that. I am both fortunate and humble to have been so privileged to be present for such an event. So Reddit, please do tell. What's your craziest thing you have ever seen in public?
Truckers of Reddit 5 Wall of text, three stories, TL;DR's at bottom. Story one. My trucking days were shit, but I got some good stories from them. Going south on I-75 in Georgia at around three a.m., I see this bright light maybe about two miles behind me. Not only is it superbright, but it is on the interstate and it is HAULING ASS. It's big too, and it's moving faster than anything I think I'd ever seen. Now, earlier that day I had called the guy who taught me how to drive, and he is really, really superstitious about life on the road. He would tell me stories about how a green apparition chased him in Florida when he was pulling too many miles, all kinds of stuff. I was already spooked from that conversation earlier, so looking into my mirror and seeing this giant light FLYING towards me made my asshole clench onto the seat. This thing closes the distance between us and FLIES past me, probably doing around 120. I had the window down and as it went past me, I felt this massive amount of HEAT. When it passed me, I could finally tell what it was! Get this. It was a hay hauler, a truck that hauls a trailer designed for hay, and the ENTIRE LOAD OF HAY IN THE BACK WAS ABLAZE. I jumped in the CB and screamed "DRIVER, YOUR TRAILER IS ON FIRE!!!" The driver comes back in a surprisingly calm voice with, "I know, I'm just letting it burn off. I figure if I go fast enough, I can keep my cab from getting burned." Story 2. I got my CDL-A in 2003 and was immediately hired by a company called PAM. They pay shit, but it was a good place to cut my teeth as a greenhorn. Once you get your CDL, the company that hires you sends you out with a driver-trainer for a month to teach you the ways of the road, and my trainer was a guy named Charlie. I mentioned him earlier, real superstitious guy. Charlie was a maniac, every three days I had to break up a fistfight between him and another driver and it was always over shit-talking on the CB! He
would snort flake too, and stay awake for a week at a time and drive NON-STOP. (Flake is this trucker drug, a mixture of speed, ephedra, anything you can get that will make your heart rate go up, crushed and snorted.) Then he would go home, fall asleep for two days in his chair and piss and shit on himself. His woman didn't care, her house and bills were paid for, and she didn't have a need or want. Oh, he had no problem getting BJ's from lot lizards either, he even offered to get me one over my birthday during the month I was out with him! At the Travelcenters of America (TA) in Roanoke VA. they had this all you can eat steak dinner, he got me that and was trying to get me to accept a BJ, I was like no man! That shit is not for me! Lizard is an appropriate term for truck stop prostitute, they are the lowest rung on the prostitution ladder. Anyway, I'm trying to get across just how wild Charlie was. Fast forward to the end of my month as a trainee, I'm in Jacksonville FL at my home terminal and I'm going to have my final test to see if I'm worthy of going first-seat. That's what they call it when they let you go on your own with your own truck. What they do is they get another driver who doesn't know you, put you in the truck with him and he has you go through all the motions, driving, backing, etc. One of Charlie's good buddies was there, his handle was slowhand, I can't remember his real name, and Charlie was like, "Okay driver, you're going to get your first-seat test tonight, are you ready!" I'm like yep! He has me disconnect the tractor from the trailer, and myself, Charlie and slowhand drive to the Applebees. Strange, I thought I was getting my test. "Don't worry driver, you'll get it after this!!" Charlie said. It was at this point that Charlie and slowhand start getting FUCKED up. Charlie liked margaritas, and he starts slamming them, along with slowhand. We had a meal, about an hour and a half goes by, and these two assholes are SMASHED. We go out to the tractor, I hop in the driver's seat, and Charlie goes "Okay, here is your test... all you have to do is get me and slowhand back to the terminal and you pass!" I'm like, SWEET! It's probably a seven mile straight shot with no trailer, piece of cake!!! So off we go. Slowhand is sitting in the passenger side and Charlie is in the back digging around in the cabinets of the truck. Slowhand starts asking me about how my month has gone, what I've been put through
experience-wise, yada yada. Charlie says "Hey, look!" Everything becomes slow motion at that point. I turn my head to look, and CHARLIE HAS HIS GIANT TENNESSEE SAUSAGE DICK OUT, AND WHEN I SEE IT, HE DOES THE PROPELLER MOVE AN INCH FROM MY FACE. It was a shock, to say the least. Charlie and slowhand thought it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen. Slowhand signed off on my paperwork when we got back. Welcome to trucking. Story 3 Around 2007-2008 I was a trucker, and it was about 2:30 in the morning in Georgia. I was in the sticks about 100 miles north of Atlanta on I-75, and I was alone in a drop yard for trailers. I was there to drop off my current trailer and hook another one, all I had to do was go pick up my paperwork from the mailbox and go. I loved shit like this, no bullshit, load is ready for me to pick up, no waiting around, great. Now, my entire life, there has been this weird phenomenon that has followed me. You know those halogen street lights? I would say about 60-70 percent of those lights I walk under will go dark. It's the strangest thing, if I walk down a street at night, it's not strange at all if every light I walk under goes out, and when I walk away from it, it comes back on, I walk the streets in darkness. I have no idea why it happens. Anyway, back to Georgia. I've dropped my first trailer, backed under the trailer I'm picking up, got my paperwork and I'm raising the landing gear. I'm standing under a big streetlight and guess what, it goes out. No big deal, but I say out loud to no one in particular, "I wonder why that always happens?" At that point, the craziest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life, happened. A calm voice from about three feet away said, "Show of respect." A voice. No one was around for miles, I was out in the middle of no where, there was no one there, I heard it plain as day. It was a man's voice, it wasn't loud, scary or intimidating, it spoke very matter of factly, "Show of respect." I freaked out, jumped in the truck and moved 80,000 pounds faster than I ever thought I could move it. I'm not crazy. I have no history of mental illness except for my ADHD, and no history of mental illness in my family. I don't even tell
this story to people because of the looks I get. THIS HAPPENED. And ever since then I've wrestled with the question... what does it mean? TL;DR number 1 - Fast, bright light flew past me on the interstate, was just a guy trying to save his truck. TL;DR number 2 - Driver trainer played with his Tennessee sausage in my face for a promotion. TL;DR number 3 - Voice spoke to me late at night in Georgia and I have no answers.
Truckers of Reddit 6 by soulitude_ginger Not me, but my father told me last week about a couple years ago when he was driving a road train here in Queensland, Australia. It was him and three other road trains I think, and he was second in line. Some guy tried to overtake all of them before the overtaking lane ended. This lane isn't very long (about 1km) and they are few and far between along this road. Now this guy had run out of room by the time he had gotten to the truck at the front, and so he went off the road and rolled his car. The trucks all stopped and my father got out and ran towards the car, which was now on fire. The first truck driver was much closer to the car than my father was, due to these trucks being a good hundred metres long. When Dad got there the truck driver just had his hands in the air as if to say, "Fuck this, nope, I can't handle this." What he had seen was the man, still conscious, flailing about in the car, burning alive. Dad didn't want to see something so horrid that so he didn't look, but he was still haunted by the fact a man was alive one minute ago, driving past him, but was now in the burning car he saw ahead. The truck driver is still basically a basket case today, from what I've heard. He still can't get over it, and feels terrible, but it's definitely not his fault. Driving back from the road trip someone tried overtaking my father again on that same stretch of road, not 2kms away from the night before. There were police up ahead and the guy was up to about 200km just to get ahead of dad before the lane ended. So he slams on the breaks just before he can get seen by the coppers, and Dad says he barely braked in time to not send him flying ahead, due to road trains having a much harder time braking than a car does. They get pulled over and my Dad abused the fuck out of this guy because he was still upset about the night before and he sure as hell didn't want to see that shit again, and the guy acted like he had no idea what he did. I have never seen my Dad afraid, but I could see in his eyes how scared he was when he told me this, because that
moment terrified him so much that he could have been the guy who had taken another man's life so quickly. I hope that people can understand that trucks, especially road trains, don't have the same capabilities as cars, and you should know how to act around them, and know how they work. TL;DR - Guy tries overtaking without enough room, crashes and burns alive in his car. Another guy tries same shit next day, Dad flips out at him. Edit: Credit to /u/magicwizardbacon for pointing out what I forgot to. "Anyone wondering what a road train is, imagine an old looking, generally all around gargantuan-sized semi truck hauling 3, sometimes 4 normal-sized trailers at the same time. Fuck yeah hauling that much shit of course its not going to be able to stop as fast as your 1994 Honda Civic."
Truckers of Reddit 7 by CalvinDehaze My mom is a trucker, this is her story. She was driving through Arizona when she saw what she thought was leaves blowing across the road in the distance. This puzzled her since there's mostly pine trees in northern Arizona. When she finally got to the "leaves" she realized that they were migrating tarantulas, 1000's of them. There were so many of them that her truck was sliding on their guts so she had to slow down. She stopped at the first truck stop and told her co-driver to fuel up (he was sleeping at the time) because she wasn't going to step foot outside after what she just saw. Her co-driver was pissed since it was technically his time off, and he thought she was crazy, until he saw the tarantula guts and legs caked in the inside wheel well of the truck. She also outran a tornado in the midwest. She was about to pull over and take cover until she saw another big rig that was parked on the side of the road get tossed a couple hundred yards like a toy. She called me and told me that she thought she was going to die and wanted her last words to be "I love you" to me. She pulled off the freeway and got to a Wal-Mart, where she ran into the basement where all the staff and customers were taking shelter. After the tornado passed, they stepped out of the basement and into daylight, since the Wal Mart was destroyed. She has many many stories like this. Trucking is 90% boredom, 10% insane shit like this. EDIT: Thanks for the Reddit gold!
Chapter - END AND THE FINAL
Blow - Quote This is what's bothers people's minds. “Faculty X is the ability to grasp the reality not simply of other times and places, but of the present moment as well.” ― Colin Wilson, Mysteries “He is a lover of his country who rebukes and does not excuse its sins. —FREDERICK DOUGLASS” —James W. Loewen “Everything is in "because" and "IF".” —Deyth Banger “Computer = Nothing more than the doze which was killing your social skills slowly by making you doing stuff… which weren't as social as they supposed to be.” —Deyth Banger “The basic mistake people make is to think that happiness is the goal!” —François Lelord “There are no explanations for human evil. Only excuses.” —Dean Koontz “The character who was like me he died at 46, even it was 2008 year so far his name was David Foster Wallace.” —Deyth Banger “Math is a Chaos and it doesn't have order <--- what's the purpose of it?” —Deyth Banger “It is impossible to enslave, mentally or socially, a bible-reading people. The principles of the bible are the groundwork of human freedom.” —Horace Greeley
“Failures and mistakes are lessons, keep study school doesn't deserv a penny to give what you remember from school is just the worst stuff.” —Deyth Banger “The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.” —Samuel Beckett “Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.” ― Samuel Beckett “You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.” ― Samuel Beckett “My mistakes are my life.” ― Samuel Beckett “Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.” ― Samuel Beckett, Endgame “The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.” ― Samuel Beckett, Endgame “No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.” ― Samuel Beckett
Publication Date: October 31st 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-amd935e35df1e85