MK MZODERN January 2018

MK MZODERN January 2018.

January

Major Happenings + Personal Much to say I am not wrong at all for doing the things I have done. I realized that over time I have become dispirited. And that frankly it is because trust in people has been lost and I continue to take the abuse of people as if it is their solemn right to do but it is not. I demand a free life and maybe this was the first step towards it; despite the fact I kept working not truly acknowledge the wrongs of everything that had happened to me at all. Nor the state of the dying world and yet my dying self. In the beginning of this year; many people viewed this blog-but at the end; they hardly view it as they did in the fervor of then. In January many challenges and changes happened as there was a Pale Rider MK MZODERN, an Explicta MZODERN and which led to a Nature MZODERN. Notingly to say; that MK MZODERN NATURE or as it was called; MZODERN NATURE was to follow the advents of the story of Real Nature and even a new story was created. A new dawn rose however when I saw it was better to just focus on a female lead as the blog writer instead of myself. I did not think it was important to focus on Real Nature when I had so many stories that might never be created. So I set out to solve that problem and over the year have released 11 pdfs not all are stories; some are a collection of art which would never been released in the January status quo. In the vying goal to make; all my titles a reality one day and I believe the path I have chosen is better than wandering for views and votes and I will not apologize at all. But just to think; this opens a new perspective on Real Nature in the fact that what this month of January 2018 leaves off on an arc to try and use the story as the main focus but I realized quickly it did not at all fullfill its true potential of telling of abuse and strife and frankly the new story strayed far from the original. I was going to release an entire years' worth of posts-but that is impossible when there are 169 pages just for the month of January 2018 with some posts information not being managed well to expand their links into the posts they represent; as that would just make the page count way larger. And to fit this into one word document; 12 times over would not be a great idea. No one would be able to read it and no one would frankly want to at the size it is and could not be printed out on paper because it would cost too much and be too much for an online publisher to handle. To say this is the perfect lend over to the start of MK MZODERN in terms of a vital flash back that proves why a certain element, format and story are important and that- it is best to keep; MK MZODERN itself as a monthly magazine and nothing else.

And not try to push an entire era's worth in one publication. But sell the publications like magazines with different or similar features. That to be said; the most recent attempt to capture all the posts of MK MZODERN will become one to make different great events in a month stand out as the significant events they were and provide new and engaging features.

I will say that in the January title there are many different projects that were mentioned; but will eventually be done and recovered and yes many comics will be made. But this was only because I ventured a work system to complete them in the best way I could. And not simply pander for

views all the day time and not work on what the true focus of the site is. A progress blog of art projects, comic projects like Kyeombi and others, written projects and just personal written stuff.

And only the personal written stuff in my opinion would have any importance by victory and not satisifcation in moping. But to a point; the say of a person should be respected with no victory at all. And that is the lesson I have learned at the end of the year which is December 2018.

If you are a new viewer; much of this information may or may not make sense and judging by the populace I have talked to- would never get the information here because all they know how to do is look at their phones and ignore the world and not work for dreams but pander forever to nonsense that never gets you closer to dreams. And if you believe that you are to reach your dreams; you should actually work towards your goals and keep a record of it and yes view other records of their accomplishments and learnings to better surround yourself in people who want growth and development and not individuals who want to forever feel sorry for theirselves and be bitter towards the world true and live in a self pitying corner-this is the magazine and website for you. And will make sense by the various magazines presented in the past and future of this date of January 2018; if you do choose to follow as this is a progress blog. Where the "Z" in MK MZODERN is how fast you can go.

That is all I have to say; Jamie Hinte.

Chapter 1 Page 1 Run 3 progress 1 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 01, 2018 The aforementioned Run 3 has methods that I will not reveal. But they work. And I have decided to do some cleaning up of works. And Pale Rider will act as the "technogothica" arc. Patience is key. To getting the comics to where I want them to be and that does require that there will be things else covered in this time. It is a beautiful time. The start of a new year and also the start of a new era. It has been nearly ten years since I started Kyeombi and this year you will finally figure out what that " Kyeombi" all means.

There will be no lengths to were the story cannot go. You may find that you like the brand of technogothica stories and the mm stories inside.

sex in accounting. Krpe.knight.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 01, 2018 The gang was tiring. The sex was too.

I was depressed. And I worked that day and then broken I fell asleep in pain and in toil. I was broken and downtrodden and yet a couple of foil and then an amazing revelation came to me.

I finally could find the sea and nothing could entrap me who cares for romance? Who cares for chaf deep?

Who cares for idols of non importance. when you can reach the top and never once stop?

For nonsense so chaf of non incompetence?

Choose your side and that may be the story for you.

If you are so caught up in lies to fully commit to who you are than you are just a lie and lover of this chaf so nonsense of non incompetence but full of it! You putrid bowl of shit!

day 1.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 02, 2018 This day marks the ending of what was to be a happy ending. Or rather what should have been. I have tried aimlessly to get where I need to be, but I realize where I need to be is not or never there. And that where I need to be is not or ever there and where I need to be is not there neither.

Should I be in truth, I have played along too much. With the idea that they are not doing what is so apparent, but yet they are. I have not one more year to waste on bullshit and crap and if anyone tries to say that it should be bullshit and crap because of their ego, they will be miserably mistaken.

I may have fought for a maiden.(notice the mm to your psychopathic mind) But in reality. The joke is awry when people fail to catch on as you expect them too and rather I just cannot wait around anymore for people to catch on to circumstances and situations that are so commonsense, it hurts.

WOULD YOU FUCKING DATE SOMEONE WHEN THE INSTITUTION WITHIN WILL TRY TO SCREW WITH IT?! AND USE IT FOR THEIR ADVANTAGE? Trying to debauch youth and all?

If no one understands that by now; you are a part of the problem and not of the solution. And I am not saying this I am telling this, you cannot learn nor educate with shadow hands. You can not be human by bashing people over the head with their humanity and nor can you even be a place of good education when art seems to be the very thing to target and try to prevent. And anyone using it is so called bad.

Terror as the beginning of the story was one of adventure and one of hope but sublet by faulty

trust in emotion and strangers to do what was necessary to protect the interests of everyone. The hearts of people crushed and people treated just like colors to mix and match together. These blue and red beds in a cell and in a hell. I think; that as the story goes along-its all about getting away from this situation and make the world a better place and getting rid of this splotch on humanity. This terror.

This pain that has defiled the dreams of many and has gotten away with. Just for being you-they can discriminate because they do not like you! I tell you on the day one I am done.

I have spent so much in trying to balance narratives with this "cover story" version and real story version and I can not do it no more. It is what it is. Places in this society have no function and the cell needs to be shut down and the beds removed. I have no more mercy for these deeds of stupidity and ego fetched egoistical actions. And being less than what I am actually. I have done nothing wrong and if you ever support the more superior cover story. The lie, then I want nothing to do with you.

As for fighting for a certain woman; I am just done. I have been left hanging and really I do not appreciate it. When if I could speak all those times and not be interrupted I would have. But chances are if I had neither of us would be standing or still here at all. I have been to the hospital for supporting the idea of this as my fault. But there was not one thing I could do in such an infested area of retards who leech at you for being you and not being who someone else sees you as. I kinda had enough when I realized no one really cared enough about me to even contact me.

Yea, its my fault and I'm some type of "asshole" or "jerk" is equally laughable. When people on fiery coals can only be expected to yell and not have a conversation. I can not equate how equally I committed to be bastardized just so I could reach her again and clear this all up. How much I bled, but in the end- I rain on me how clearly they had fucked everything over. But I need not do any damned thing.

I have been deprived of contacts I should have had and a life that should and had every right of having and I will not stop until the very institution is ripped brick and brick apart. And trees replace it. The system of doing things is outdated and is time to be changed, witness the first change as comics not being for a small group of incompetent fool but for everyone who dares do it. Its time to put the power in the hands of the people without a commitment to such a treasured faux hoax shell of places.

I no longer have the heart to just wait around for people who will never come around and be left like a fool in true,who truly was just forced out and nothing more; believing me to this guy who had just left in defilement of such a place is laughable as it is startling. And shows what type of mindgames they play with the students and their hearts. But no more. All this and that must come to light for survival's flight. I just have to liberate myself of that consequence and that situation and this hear this; if I ever go out of my way to drop off for you and discover things just to be with you- I truly do like you. But I can not be erred. I cannot be wrong that people invading people's privacy, grabbing their information and converting it for fun and their evil purposes is wrong. For me, I just have to get off the track of fighting for romance and all this other nonsense. I have not to fight. For something that is rightfully mine and others.

I just have to break and beat and beat down an institution that is a disease to humanity in a sum of stories. So much that if ever come into contact maybe you can do something there instead of contributing to the baffling environment. That is the point of storytelling so people will not fall into the mistakes of others.

This is truly what I wanted to write since september 2016 but really I was ambushed. And people tried to block information as if it had never happened at all but no one has ever such an ability.

The truth will come out regardless if they like it or not. The main objective will just be to tell stories in an enlightening manner.

run 3 progress 2 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 03, 2018 Now coming to a conclusion the final memoir and method has been selected. And things are looking quiet well and well its time for us to finally end this all and move onto another project of similar gaze.One full of stories and this has been well fun and all but its time to move on. Yea, I went through a hump of happiness and sadness throughout this project and finally I can continue onward.

Un Sempiera MM culture.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 03, 2018 What is MM culture and why do each of the accultured pieces matter? Simply mm culture is the next phase of here and instead of doing series on the base of a good story, will do off the clear feeling of what each one means and such each series has its own special adding to the world at large and really you cannot get that in a good story, just made to be accepted for a certain value and is not directly so feelings or what solely what the culture,erhmm, story is about. Now, I will combine all these smaller stories into one and that will be it. There are many smaller stories together and if you are looking for a post to signify it all. It will be one with directions to the visuals and certain song lines and that is how things will be done. However, I must mention that there will not be in high velocity these larger stories for the simple fact it takes great wit to complete them all. Now, I will start with a story in 2013 or somewhere else.

KEVIN M. Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 03, 2018 A new series in the format of something you never thought could ever be. you never thought it could be at a new series in the format of something you ever thought could ever be

a new series in the format of something you never thought you could ever be. and then I be what you thought the series could never be a great summer so full of sex and then a tradegy I work to restore the and the nation the, a great fight the of the Kevin M who be talking not there and but here you see.

Kevin M is not me. Nor who I want to be.

A new series in the format of something you never thought could ever be.

Fallen in defeat no Amelia for me.

A new series in the format of something you never sought out to need.

mm party opening statement.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 04, 2018 Thus starts the party to capture all the ideas of mm culture and thus many stories will be created.Are you ready? First with a local to mire story. Next a sum of stories that may be of a collection. That is all. MM party on.

originality to consensus.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 04, 2018 Have you known the true struggle of producing comics? Or creating ideas that no one else alone but you will foster? Well this story is my story and how I just expanded constantly on what my comics even mean and developed methods to go along with them. It all started when I entered college and noticed a certain strange oppression of arts. And I tried to focus on my studies and do simple stuff first. But then I realized by the time of different things that Forge was not enough and doing the idea database was not enough to make my dreams come true. Looking back at this; this was not such a long time ago. I had this idea for an autobiography and then I realized great chances to take advantage of such an environment and do an autobiography ever since then.

Because many aspects of life were changing and where never going to be the same again. Would I even be the same person after a year here? It was best to an autobiography and one in a time where so many things were changing. There were challenging situations in creative and family life. But to say I even had a family life then is totally misleading. I really had no one to rely on for real life stuff and not this glossy fake outer shell stuff. In creative; there was no support the only support was me. I struggled if I should be aware and protective of myself or just seemingly unaware and leisurely. I tried the leisurely and one hour in that library, proved it to be too hard. I became increasingly aware and frankly this changed a lot. I recognized something strange going on when I recognized every girl I ever saw and liked. And similarly it seemed to be affecting everyone else. As if positive for everyone else but negative for me. As if hated. I kept this in mind.

In my life. The grand excitement is meeting people especially girls. Now in modern context I have met many hatred for this but what I kept on mind, shows a startling connection my friends.

One that up and defies what I even came there for and speaking of which. The next grand excitement is art. But I find that art was something that people seemed to frown on here and really people I later talked to seemed to be afflicted by something as well, as if hated. Now, I began to see a very dark picture and did not like it.

Fake shit fest was psychology. The people were loaded in there with this bright ideals and while never saw the dark outset that I saw or many a creative people did see. I only liked it for the original friend I did make in that class. I found everyone else just playing along with a teacher who just liked to call me a girl. My favorite class was the geography class because of the history and how the teacher taught it and especially the weeknear labs on friday. There were many attractive girls in those classes of geography but really when in the lecture, something would always creep me out when I would look at someone that I liked. It was not as bad in the lab.

Many things did change and I may have gone over board in modern perspective. Vying for people who really; don't know the essence of their circumstance and pass off by being the outsiders who do not benefit from discovering the unknowns and darks of their world.

I skip past the Different Things till a point where I could no longer act like nothing was wrong with what I was seeing. I saw things in which people who go to learn should not see and frankly a curious smile covered it up. People could dote on me but I was far removed from the idea of this place being a safe place to be as it really was not. Already, they would rather you to make concessions about what is obviously there. Were focused on some disturbing goal that was portrayed by the public in their most eager wants and what they did for fun and for life. And seemed just to be about holding knives to people's backs and lying about it then begin honest.

There were three types of people. The people who concluded and fake smiled. The people who did not conclude and those who were targeted and really if anyone truly fought back it was me.

There could be no argument. There were few people willing to even bring it up. And those who brought it up ever suspiciously pinned it on me. I just played along but I no longer could one day when I realized I was only in my dreams and had tons of enemies, from family to students else and teachers else, not one thing was real.

MK MZODERN I believe was borne on a Wednesday. And after this I started new written agendas and new drawn objectives to amp up and train to become a real life storyteller and not just one for hobby. I decided then I would not be changed by a place and that I would rather change it. There were many friendly people on that journey of study. In which I studied my comics and the basics. And frankly the basics in academia were just like going over stuff that was of no use to me at all and frankly I thought it was a frank waste of space for something else more meaning that could- I do not know improve the lives of students and not make them harder? How much can you complicate things I first studied on MK MZODERN with Real Nature and next how far can you use things to make a story and mock them? There were truly some interesting events and occurrences. But I would rather say that. At the end. Of this I already knew what I was going to do with my life, study comics no matter the circumstances and really;

that is all that matters. Because that is my true heart and my true ethic and no one can corrode it for some silly plan or whatever.

Situations with girls and people and friends never went right. I never truly met a friend at that place because do we still hang out after all that has happened. No, we do not hang out at all and rather some people mostly the art oriented people just left the place entirely. And otherwise it seemed after my departure that people just seemed to stop hanging out as they once did. It seemed as something had died. And rather the struggle was studying up to this point.Of what right do people have to act in this manner, do something wrong and in such poor light and such darkness and trying to offset blame onto people who have paid into their estate? Is it a school or is it a scam. I say that it is a scam and not a school. In a school you are free to study but here I was not free to even study what I wanted in my own free time. And was pestered over and over.

But eventually I just sought education and not some supped up education but a real one that was going to make my life better. And so there were many terrible things that happened but none can match the courage to finish the manner of completing comics and a way of making them in a well of manner and thus is the main purpose of this here site. And thus I have finally completed the method of comic making and such and such and now its over.

And really nothing will be the same because of all of the above.

Kevin M Vs the Killcraft.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 04, 2018 The Killcraft. Is a dangerous red tank that hides in plain site in the city and most daring and insidious of its evil plagues people with those who it has in its death count and those in its death clutch work so they are not killed. It may sign off death information to those foolish enough to accept it and these mating romantics that are unkempt and false fetched with its death agents; Twisted Astronauts and Twisted Ghouls and Twisted Assassins and Twisted Monikers. But finally it is time for the Killcraft to be put down.

Kevin M reaches the valley of the Kindy Forest and sets up camp and meets Malburnke Hiegthenmerge. They have tons of snacks and Kevin M on using the einternet discovers that the journey ahead will be dangerous but he will spare no expense in talking to girls.

Kevin M is given the mission to rescue several scholars from the grips of the disturbings of the death agents.Amaris Yeagarhalde in the broken down library is surrounded by Death Agents called Crows.

Yelanda Dalemeo is surrounded in the Phicam Lane of Palm trees and evergreen by Dr. Cameo and the Twisted Ghouls and Gyarui.

Mary Yellahami in the Dungeon Forte is under attack by Brisoyners, who want to jail their former fellows of the Twisted for begin terrorists. Simon and Amelia appear to help Kevin M. Kevin M hikes on the weekend to the Friday Ebardnextnet complixcation. And meets Margertea Throne. For some reason there are no death agents inmasse here and the affront of the Killcraft is not here. But rather leaving the really danger becomes known.

Merona M and Kevin M become fast friends and rather the darkness covers over the eyes of many and Kevin M makes a grand deal to defeat the Killcraft for sure. Eventually angering the likes of Devil Kanto to attack a girl called Vicky W, Kevin M defeats the assailants called the Slanysts.

The day of the Bat Parade; the rain battle into the ruined mall and then into the rain fall library with the Execumbemaime where he battles all 12 and comes out alive but finds grand terror in this place and saves Alice Gracelander and Martel Deerstraryer.

Kevin M is targeted by Adtacktamgara Mietcher and is able to defeat her. But is grandly wounded and takes a weekend to think. But is attempted to be killed by Carkle Sharktempt and finally must make his attack.

Kevin M highjacks a craft called the Seizwere in the ruins of the Lobonxeo and with the help of Lobnonie and the High Witches and Amaris Yeagarhalde and the scholars is able to knock out all the access ports for the Killcraft all five to capture more people and make them their death agents.

And then a rain begins where Kevin M comes across George and Emily running from a mage called Miranda who wants to kill someone Kevin M knows called Amanda.

Kevin M battles Miranda and finds out that there are many people who are in line with the Killcraft and has to be careful about what he does next. The cavern Kevin M and Miranda rest in is exploded and Kevin M saves Miranda.

RAINS SUBDISTRICT Kevin M and Miranda stranded on Misty islands compete on who can get to defeat the forces of the Killcraft first.

32 Knight attacks. Who will survive?

KEVIN M destroys the Killcraft.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 05, 2018 Kevin M comes out of the fog of the islands alone and is joined by his allies in an assault on the Killcraft and its supporters and target many of its areas and seek to portray the truth when it tries to portray him as an evildoer to the public. Enemies faced, assassin girls, angry mob and twisted folk if not Astronauts and Monikers and all else thugs brainwashed to believe they are doing

right. Heavily injured by Miranda and Forgstei, he comes with an end all plan and the landscape becomes of that of winter.

However there is concern for who the traitors are and Kevin M must discover who the traitors are as well saving the Empire of Malcom from the terrorist assaults of the Killcraft and Miranda who are now engaged in war for the same end goal. The summer sees a travel for Kevin M to flee from danger while healing and discovering traitors and recovering land for the Empire.

The Winter again shows how deeply disturbed the assassin girls, twisted folk, the Killcraft and Miranda are. Getting the scholars and girls of the past to in sort come to attack Kevin M.! And using children for slaves and war and killing people of the Empire of Malcom in a terrible manner. And using manipulations to benefit them and disturb normal humans in the Empire of Land. Kevin M clears up the devastation of the area and goes to land the finally end to the Killcraft. However the Killcraft is hard to defeat and has many dark minions or people who have been forced into slavery to do its bidding and keeps on coming back. It takes 7 strikes to defeat the Killcraft finally and complete the healing of the Empire of Malcom however the Empire of Land is trashed.

Page 2 MORNINGS Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 05, 2018 The project worked on since 8/29/2016 and ends this day on 1/5/2018 records all mornings from this time. And boy what stories are to be helmed.

Morning.deepemd/m.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 06, 2018 Eight years ago; a new chapter in my comic interest started with Kyeombi spurred off the effect of a storm in 2008 and that was ten years ago when I developed the rise to move for comics and such over a decade I have made significant moves to have many comics up and running.

However, most of the journey was to be met with many, alot and too many hard challenges which I all passed. In the morning of the deepend I have completed my goal and thus arises a new future of comics begin created. Rising to the occasion. Will gear up to complete the acquested stories and introduce new projects to commemorate those of that; of the deep divinity of this turn and such, no forced turns and no appeals to social constructs. Get ready and get livid for the advent of Kyeombi, the dream at last is here.

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MORNINGS TA Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 08, 2018 A new story has begun, I have told of the debackle of a failing education estate and of a very problematic problem.

But finally; its time to move onto something more. That is different.

In the mornings there is the sex of fantasy and that is the next chapter herein.

day 1.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 09, 2018 They worked at the table. She made the string on a rotating vye with pop out light lined bumbs.

He was next to her, breaking off pieces of clay using a type writer and the pieces looking like coffee or colored and then assembling them in a high arc shaped way.

She sees me looking at her, she is beautiful, and she turns and says " come here". I stand and she grabs my hand and leads me into a room, " let me show you something". she leads me into a room and sets me down on a bed. I see her face fully and she is truly beautiful without saying anything she keeps kneeling and I think of her doing sexual. " wait, I am not ready yet" She puts a finger to my mouth, " its not going to hurt".

I think I am ready and I might as well let her do it. " shouldn't we close the door?"

I close the door moving and the leaning just as Tyler passes.

I think that was close. I go and sit back where she is knelling and she unbuckles my pants. She pulls down my underwear and I have become erect. I look at her and she only smiles. I feel her soft lips around my... and it feels so good but then I realized she has fully embraced it and I start to feel afraid.

She breathes and saliva comes into contact with it... I almost yell as it gets larger and wet embracing the need.

Her mouth goes further onto it and I just lose it. She smirks and looks at me with such eyes of golden brown and her freckles are so beautiful. The wet feel feels so good and I clutch the bed.

She moves forward and then back and then I feel the liquid from me release. I sigh instead of screaming in pleasure. She moves forward and the skin rolls back. I moan, she smiles and she keeps going forward and then removes her face from my crotch and a trail of liquid just comes out. She says, " let's get these off of you". She removes my jeans, before I can say "tess jones stop, one minute". I am just left there in my socks and I take those off, so much for that. She stands up and really she pins up her hair even further and walks over to the door and make sure its locked.

I see on this cloudy day that; she is the sun of the sea. I feel myself get even more erect. Once she makes sure its locked, " some privacy-hmmm?"

She unbuttons her fanel shirt at least two buttons and exposes her bra. She unbraces her yellow suspenders of the brace lace kind. And then takes off the suspender set. It crashes to the floor next to a barrel of clothing. She takes off her skin tight hean jeans after kicking off her sandals.

She reveals her curvy figure. I am panting all the while, just standing there in fixation and in excitement. She takes off her panties, and I feel and I see a sweet aroma arise from her. This just makes it impossible for me to resist.

She comes over to me and grabs me. I hold in my moans and she licks the top right corner of my tip and then again and then circles around the under part of the front and then the next. Then the next, she keeps on coming and I rather not explode there and then. She quickly gobbles it all and in fervor she keeps at it as if making it impossible for me to release and it feels so good. Tyler and Maddy pass by, " you know that they are having sex?" " what?" Maddy says. " Ha, ha, well whatever".

She takes the moment to remove her self, " don't mind them".

She keeps her mouth juicy on the large tip so red with fervor.

I look at her wantingly and she looks at me.

She looks back at me with such want and I say " fuck".

She licks the top to the hole with great fervor and then continues licking and then continues licking up and down. I try to suppress the need to shoot. I yell a bit and she smiles and laughs. I laugh back and she moans. And starts touching herself. She gets up. And says, " daddy its time for you to cum".

She walks around in a curved pattern next to where her suspenders are. And then she smiles." on me" She smiles so brightly. And I see that she is the embodiment of what I like and probably much of what I love. She looks so beautiful from her legs to her silky waxed area. Her unbuttoned fanel shirt and her bra exposed gives me much time to admire her grand self of beauty as undressed for sex and undressed for me.. I just cannot let her down. " You're too sexy" I say.

She unbuttons her shirt. And then touches her bra. She continues and she continues and she continues and then I really, am starting to not be able to hold back. She sheds her fannel jacket and with such fervor kisses me. She never has done this before as in all our adventures as a couple who refused to be well coupled.

I exhale and she pauses, " get on the floor" She whispers as she motions me onto the bed and unbuttons my shirt and then I nearly scream when I feel my self against her and her intoxicating smell. She smiles. And says, " I ready want to ride you". I exhale.

She takes off her bra and I see the light. She fingers herself. And motions me ontop of her " but first fuck me".

And there she is sprawled out on the bed for me. She looks so atmospheric and she looks so lost in the clouds of romantics that I notice her cheeks are read and that she is warm with heat of feelings of her own needs and her feelings possibly for me. And then she looks at me, and these are feelings for me. " come on- daddy". I naked as a deer imagine certainly we are deers in the forest of a green and dark elk surrounded in the rain of a deep and yet meadow blue that is of medium to match the abstract as the rain comes down in the puddles. There is a reflection of a deer and there is a reflection of another deer. That deer mounts this deer. And the deer mounted is surprised. And that deer is her, in all beautiful in these puddles and these rains and this forest. I feel her. Her warmth and her anxiety and her hair as she opens to me and I thrust and thrust ever feeling her ever more and then the warmth of her tickles me. I start to laugh. I apologize, she all the while is moaning and stops to say its "okay".

She then kisses me and grabs onto me.

I scream. She moans and then its a collection of sounds. I feel as if I had been freed and I had the luck to be freed by her. I go faster and I feel myself fall deeper in love with her.She tickles me and I feel the air and oxygen in my hole. As the air fades away and I keep coming as there is no more space and I am just banging. The deers are going so far at it, that they become humans and she pushes back against me and I yell. I, say, I try to hold on but the liquid comes out and she moans and I moan. I can no longer hold back. But before I go even further, she puts her hand to my mouth and directs me off of her and moves onto the ground crossing the bed on legs and hands and then grabbing my hand. "come down sherlock" she smiles. I move onto the ground looking at her. " Its time for your ride." She smiles and I can see her boobs. That they are pink and large.Her hearth is wide. She gets ontop of me. And she smiles settling on top of me, moving back and forth and I yell. She screams, moaning as she goes back and forth... and the humans in the forest become but animals.

I reach up and touch her boobs and she smiles and then I stop touching her. She moves herself in a rhythm that aligns her lower extremes to me and keeps on going until I feel I am knocked wood and I almost moan so loudly, but hold it in and realize I am no longer conscious as I was a moment ago. I feel so well I look at her. She readjusts and I smile. She drops down on me again and I feel as "if they are bombs begin dropped on Kegarnegigen in the day 1922", such an impact falls down on me and I feel the liquid within me release. She yells. Her lovely smell comes out in such an impact. That I almost feel as if I had been dosed in her beauty and set a flame. She looks so beautiful. And she looks so dazed by me. She goes ever harder and even harder. And then the pressure causes me to release. She smiles and readjusts her legs out at either side of me. And I, moan, as she goes fast and fast and my part in her feels as if a part of her . Going faster until it pops. And she does not stop, moaning and moaning and I feel so light and so full of clouds as warm as her or rather as warm and cold a cloud could be. I lay there my neck turned and I feel so fucking good. She screams as icy liquid rushes into her cold body and forces her off. "wow, your so good at this Good Charlie Massonairs!" she exclaims. She gets off and then lays at the end of the bed at the bottom, " come on-I know you have more-ever tried horsey? but not the game?"

I am exhaling at this point and I realize that I am not out of rush.

Now like the deers in the forest, I actual do mount her but rather I would like to say I embraced her and her wish. She looked back at me and then I exhaled. I rushed faster. That I felt hills and valleys, and her soft lush tush and I smelled her and I saw her beauty. And then as I felt my liquid fall out. She rammed backwards and I felt the urge to faint at how much I felt her tush in its fullest. And how it moved when she went back and forward and I felt the need to touch her. I touched her shoulders and she moaned and looked back at me," fuck me".

I realized that she wanted me to be with her as one while she did this. I moved forward and with something I never felt before we began to move. We became to breathe as one. I felt her warmth in unison and I felt her desire and she seemed to feel my warmth and my desire and I moaned as she moaned and we felt so very good. It seemed as she looked at me with her blushed face and I felt what she seemed to feel and then I knew I felt it from her moans and my moans and then the liquid in comparison seemed to cancel out. And we exhaled and sighed. This seem to carry out

for a while. She moaned as she bashed against me and I feel aback and she removed herself from me and I felt my liquid explode onto her arse and then she turned over and it went onto her body and her boobs. I moaned as soon as it was over and fell onto the bed beside her, we stayed like this for some time, but before I went to sleep she said, " You did cum on me, daddy-Tommy".

mzodern 2017 to jan 2018.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 09, 2018 The true intent of mk mzodern will be revealed in the edition that covers nearly up to five years of history. That is made up of 16 books with selected samples of work in this time and will include all the things done here and serves as a magazine of mm. I have been working on this behind the scenes and mostly the blog is disjointed because of this. I had to continue it while observing to close it. And now its time to expand some ideas and some stories.(Kevin M was one example). You have witnessed the different areas of here if you have been following along. All different eras and now it comes to a close. Because frankly, its just time to move on from here.

This book will contain certainly materials that may be in fact offensive to certain people but really it will not be as it only speaks to a truth. And only speaks to how much people do not get how much human life is worth.

There are 6 eras-addition( 2013), subtraction( 2014), new horizons of meadows ( 2015), sex comic (2016), apotogyme ( 2017), and apotogyme 2 ( now, beginning of 2018). And each book of the 16 will be marked by these eras and that of such will make up one edition of mm. If you have a following of events. This is similarly akin to the ending of the blog. However, it can be continued and that of Pale rider is what reaches the question of what will continue it. Of the mornings in certainly damn sexual need...!

Also Mzodern Wintertribes will be to display the comic and inner workings of Match and also another series that has much of sex.

But the conclusion of her is marked by a story called " Day 1" is a significant departure from the stories of the past, and has much sex innerworkings. And the Thieves story line will conclude it all in plus. the end.

modern dating.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 10, 2018 I will say the truth of modern dating. You talk to the girl any way she does not like, communicate to the girl anyway she does not like and there is no chance for you and really if you are not their type or their standard of fun there is no hope for you. I might say that; humanity is dying and rather the technology is only helping kill society off. Intriguing it is of the comedy of trying to get a date or trying to find connections in which people are trying to make and returning

them. Returning them seems to be the equivalent of making yourself a bitch to a girl and not an equal for instance, lets say you try to seek not to mean and piss off people or waste time or opportunities. But you really just see someone looking at you nicely and really then feel a connection but when you try to follow up there are many obstacles and you may not be able to ask them out really and if you ever try to ask them out when you are free from such tangles; they are unavailable. Why? Because people keep rumoring shit and do not know shit about you, seriously. People are really nobodies to people unless they try to date and these people who spread rumors have hate out for them. Such to an affect, what you are doing is being an ass. A really mother fucking ass.

I think this can be observed in the # me too movement, which in view point has become a witch hunt and is just picking at people of influence and which to a standard certain people can not understand. Now, here is what you have to know, women are the most brutal people ever. Non hath fury like a woman. Women modern are under the assumption that they have to rebound against a long history of abuse but have people under the age of a certain age who all they do is text and jot down their blissfully inane ideas, be subject to discrimination? I do not think so.

Discrimination is when you sit and you try to talk to people and then later on people have undermined your chance by filling people up with nonsense about you as if this people is a property belonging to them and their suffrage movement. It is the nonsense that you are suffering when you are only listening to people who have might suffered and allowed their context to cloud your vision when life is not even like that for you.

And I say might because may people take advantage of abuses on real people to turn a profit and you do not think these people exist but they do and they do today, because guess what little rumor talker is that one of people. They take a grand deal of hatred to otherwise ruin people's relationships for their own personal and political standpoint and it is evil, it is.

And that is just what you face when even recognizing people can be for you and you for them. If you don't believe. I have many experiences in which it is of such but you will find out in the following stories including Thieves about all these quandaries. And how self pride to just over excessive and intrusively promote your own agenda just so you can say you are doing something actually hurts what you are trying to fight and makes it worse. By causing men to have no sympathy for the causes of women for the ingratitude of the discourse in which is even allowed to happen and continue as if normal. Contact face to face, no eye contact usually and really no effort other than staring just to make amends to the people they want to date. If even spoke to, they diss you like a cold piece of shit and never contact you ever again because they likely just are little underdeveloped in thinking and just let anyone do the thinking for them. Online contact is worthless because some people just like to have fun leading you on and doing all these horrible things, such as being two people at once. One person on the internet and one person in reality. Or one person online. If they are three people or like to be so instagramy and all this bullshit of fame to the point they are different people then in real life and do not market as they are but to be someone else.

Hunger for power kicks down those who have more maturity than some folk but not enough to know the workings of dating in this modern time and just innocently want to be with people and some innocently bad. And next those who really just do not get modern civilization still requires

human contact and conversation as an everyday thing and you can not just do whatever to people and think it is okay or funny or whatever. And if you are the problem, you will think innocently means raping. You will think that innocently has some hidden meaning because I say no one can understand that men. Are just as vulnerable as women, especially when some people are trying to mobilize everyday happenstances to be of their movement and try to push such bullcrap that women suffer in this society such that men need to be bulldozed in manners and connections in which they choose to make. No one is forcing them and they are not being forced to " intervene" for political matters. Its time to speak the fucking truth. And there is large evils in this world who take pleasure in getting in the intimacy of people's social, sexual, mental health and dating/romantic lives.

mk mzodern morning expo.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 10, 2018 This day I will be going over art and stuff over the course of MK MZODERN's five years.

Then explaining all of the different events to come and how it is good and going to happen. in midnight morning expo.

the content ahead.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 10, 2018 Oh, the best content is ahead. I am just saving some things for better introspection.

Rather there is a new group of written material I am saving for after Thieves is written.

Thieves.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 LY, Ferrs and Vitagedeal are the super gang of friends and one day happen into a strange happening.

Discovering on the auditorium ceiling; exchange students from another world. And discover a wicked system in place to keep people docile and an attempt to try and control people and their futures.

LY is captured and incapacitated by the Sorority of the Harklem and Ferrs and Vitagedeal go at night to rescue him and find an odd culture that is much of that of an orgy between two different sororities to create one ideal person group and rescue LY who knows what exactly their intent is.

LY, Ferrs and Vitagedeal work to free the exchange students from another world. But come across much oppression, can they survive and still be college students at the same time?! Where their victory will spell one more free day for mankind but their doom reveals cover up stories and people trying to say they are crazy.

Posing the question; what happened to the exchange students in 2014?

They were all captured by a ruthless wannabe society.

True reasons of the start of this era of MK MZODERN. Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 In the ending of summer in August, I was truly depressed. Because another year had gone by and I still had not accomplished what I wanted and frankly. I had caught no fish, the year in previous was like hell and well it was because of people trying to hinder informations that it was like hell, but they only held a coincidence. A mere advantage that they could hinder informations and I would have to prevent from them trying to take injury and death to hinder informations. But really they only then admitted the harm they wanted to do to people. Just by even saying they would hinder informations by even appearing at all. Shows how deep and dark the problem actual is.

I tried for these Lezhin comic contests and they seemed to take advantage of this and not give a damn about people as people, and not realizing that people might be cautious of them but it is not everything to them. Showing their excessive if not useless and unnecessary pride and only one group of people in this area have such an excessive pride that they can cheap shot people's individuality as some asset to their branding idea of wholesome idiocracy of having a society in society. In a society where there are rules already and they by attempting to threaten me even by appearing when I come to reveal their wrongs have already admitted that they do not belong in this society and do not wish to belong.

I look back at my involvement there, I never could be myself but rather live up to some expectations of what these people seem to think and act upon and rather I fancied myself not at all. That people so evenly fell for the ploy that I was even one of them. I could never be myself.

Its like their mantra is so hard and so think- that hey; I thought of this entire place like the roman empire, so knit and lit and all this shot shit. A mantra that was so annoying and so annoying even further I felt sorry for someone who felt to be struggling as much as I was there. And though I tried to help that person out in which ever manner I could. And then I tried to be as social as I could under these trying circumstances but no one could recognize the struggle. Because they were all in and all as one of the school and no one really ever questioned the legality and the correctness moral and mental of an institution, who would influence a place to be so toxic to art.

So toxic to the heart and so toxic to learning in true, but avoiding the fact that people cannot be expected to carry on this mantra that this school is so damn important in which in the case it is

not. And that expectation alone dictates a kind of question, why and why so hardcore? If not an empire under the knees of the people and you pay into this thing and think this is just the school and you can live like that. But you cannot. The school itself is uncomfortable. It forces too much on people and takes their image as a joke and frankly; this is displayed in much of the housing and the food. Two walls to perspectively look at. And two small walls for insight. Food so quick and ready that sometimes it is like you can live off the soda alone to think the food is something better! The food as if a shortage to people who live in some type of slave camp or if you like soldiers, people who live in such a slave camp as soldiers and you are either the person of the slave or the soldier. There is no either or but. The food would be so terrible and so shitty. The recommends of the housing so terrible that it hides under the marketing of fellowship. Well, at the ending if you are to ever check out, one of their flag martials for the room inspection will yell at you for not scheduling in advance like a "normal person" for checking out, when of course there is no flag martial for your quarter. And they like to laugh at you for believing that the toxic atmosphere was imaginary when it was quiet real and they have just shown the inner darkness of this estate simply covering over its abuses with marketing and public relations and all these chants. Just so it can continue being an afront to what it actually is. Someone's occupation of habit to cause disorder or rather create another society within and test how far they can control everyone else in the country if not the world. Diversity? They say so proudly. Let me tell you. There may be diversity but really there are people around that area who are diverse, but yet when anyone mentions them there is nothing good to be said about them and this is racism.

Picture this, build a large rich infrastructure that continually chips away an improvished area full of blacks/ african americans, lives easy while these people suffer and are called names when in many times they are forced to do things just to survive. And really this is on the fault of this place for making life so dire for these people and then basically ignoring them in " diversity". If that is not a dog whistle then I do not know what is.

They act the part of heroism in saying we are grandly protected from that area, people can be safe from that area and that people of that area only do crimes and really only help create crimes.

Its kinda of horrible when you actually think about it; none of these people are human, they are placed on the outset like a large imaginary border is drawn that says humans and non humans.

And that's exactly how the residents treat people of that area. The only welcome diversity is not of african americans of any class, but anyone else but african americans however no one really seems to care about africans as if they escape the mental radar of people's thoughts and are included but yet not included as african americans. I say that really; the place of that institution was racist at its start and is still racist today. There are too many happenings in which people of color are mire, mirror sided just for being theirselves and trying to adhere to this plus more than you culture of this place. You not more important than empire. This same attention to detail attitude points out that some people just are not welcomed here and so really anyone who can tell what actually happens on the inside in any shape or manner is not welcomed there. And not be a blissful fool is a true sin to the attention to detail attitude. You are targeted for being anything but what they expect. And from a group of people who are racist in true, no one should have to be living in what they expect. Because what they expect is terrible and horrible. They just expect you to go along with a way of living life that has no potential for you even being there or in this country as a person. But rather a tool!

It is easy to be caught up in their games of pride this and pride that, but really when you go to get

an education it shows that they are only concerned with targeting people for money and making disparaging comments that people will actually read into and make reality about you and its truly disturbing and frightening how no one actually says anything about them or that you actually have to look for bad things about their university in terms of testimony. From real people who do hold them as idol by concluding their sentences, with pride or some bullshit. Its time for a real talk of how their little mind games is destroying society and namely trying to gangster minorities such as blacks to be their pawns while making life as a whole worse for blacks and others not in their game.

I was tried because I realized how bankrupt in morals these people were. The education was just an overall front so they can keep toying with people and keep messing with people who indeed have no intention to be toyed with and some will just be victimized and others will join and some the rarity will fight and mostly, I find how hatred these people are towards art that does not represent them or their ideal society. It is discrimination against everyone else, just because they do not think nor feel the same. They play can you see it or not, or if it hits will it inflict pain?

And think its funny to deprive people of social contacts just for their own political movement and fun and dandy find content in continuing to bother with people in this very nasty manner.

I was tried because I realized how alone I was and how much of a horde they have produced in crazies. How many people they have robbed of their lives and insist that they did not work hard enough or take the easy way out or that they were living fluff lives and expecting things to be handed to them. They cannot know these things anyhow because they do not care, they only think of you as a thing and never as person, nice would be saying a character but they in my experience up close and personal can never think of you as anything if you do not follow their vision of life. To which I said, " its true", They have no heart at all.

I made a mockery of them this entire time and inspired by a music video of " Into the Night" I decided it was time to leave this part of my life behind and frankly get the justice that is needed for everyone to finally put them down. In this last gambit I explain how from 2013 and 2018 this was all observation. Of how terrible people could be. When they think they have the upper hand and do not think they can be caught.

And how undisciplined these people are by trying to off shot art as a crime and try to hamper people in their practices of art, which by the way can only represent a study and not the comics for real.

I show you the underhand of society in which people never speak about. The dark and the brutalBurston.

run 4 progress.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 I took a break why? Because these things need breaks. And special ones too. I think it has come to a point in which you can say that you were going to make capital for the terms of war and ambition out of these stories but it comes to the point in which your self discipline will not just be sufficient for these stories and lacks a more kind element. You just do not want to encourage this mantra to fight people who do so wrong and so much wrong that you forget that these series

were not for this. But they can be exactly for that thanks to your discipline developed. But however it is not right to do these series. So fold all cards and just rid of all comic development on the spur of fighting against.

I dare anyone supporting the side unfriendly to develop such skill. Such skill to develop craft for war under discipline but then toss it aside saying war is not the answer. I dare any of these blood lusty bastards to do anything at all. That does not concern killing, raping or planning evil things in secret. I dare anyone to do these things. That concern craft true and not killing. Have the discipline mental to make rational decisions that prove meaningful actions to things that matter.

But do not worry my friends I already the answer. Animals like these people cannot do this at all.

They cannot do the assignment of MK MZODERN, they can not study the different graphic forms and really they just cannot do anything.

I would like to say that this who thing does not matter because I have done Mysterious and Changer and tons of other projects and simply, this is all for practice, but now that era of the website is over there is no need for anymore practicing. Just doing. Next off I want to take a break from comics in being a subject matter so exclusively and would like to show you how things work out with another focus and that focus being inrest. While it was fun to integrate comics into the fold of MK MZODERN it surely is not how exactly comics will be produced.

You see, the releases do not match up to the actual things in planning and really this just causes a let down and unnecessary one too.

I do note, that these times were fun but this time of that era must eventually end whether anyone or I likes it or not. But I move onto Inrest because its something very unique and something special I think that people will like.

I could have finished my comics by now in this new divisionary format but its just not what I am looking for in the comics to be these weapons of destruction. I think by now; it just serves people right to know they cannot hamper other people and they have no godly form over people either.

No matter the lies they just cannot win. Till the end; they cannot win.

The next agenda is finishing Thieves, there will be four more installments and if I think there should be more then 7 more installments. The thing about Thieves it shows that the happiness that I contrived to a place was never held in such place in which it needed to be to be of such a place and not such a place of defilement. Where are the creativity and the powers that be of light and imagination, trapped and captured why? Because the place is stone cold rotten.

And through the fight of MK MZODERN a new story is borne of the elements within. A new story that is of MM culture and these exchange students. Of astronauts twisted and not. Of happy times and good times and rather SEX OF ASTRONAUTS. Of inrest, earth and moira. Of what fun are we going to have? Much fun. Why, because The SEX of ASTRONAUTS will be the most extreme story ever written because it contains all the content of here and uses different elements of here and significantly is my next step.

And also I estate that lastly and not least; I have to talk about the happenings of ten years ago.

Such grand changes is when I first took fight but against different enemies not so present and before I begin the review of MK MZODERN I want to show you a bit of my life before I even

really created an idea database for Kyeombi works and artworks. In this will also reside within the Mornings, Thieves and will be followed by Inrest and Match similarly. Then I would like to talk about the happenings in 2011 leading up to here and how I thought I was inspired but I was only recognizing the outer fringes of insanity.

The only comics to be released are the ones mentioned on my twitter feed and Mysterious and Changer is one of them. Good lordy. Thank you for your time but there will be no comics otherwise than these dictated and only special looks will come in the Mk mzodern adventures.

Racetrack Method.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 Requires to go one story at a time with the best effort for each story and having set ups for future stories and tools ready to be equipped to these future stories and provisions to ensure that there are no breakdowns.

This is my masterpiece method and truly the last formula of mm culture.

day 1 backstory.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 Day 1 backstory is thinking about two girls who I recognize are much different from each other but at the same time their figure resembles each other in some certain type of way.

But since I have interest in both they look similar in the way of being an interest of my in a romantic manner. And return the gesture through a sexual act which is what I would not expect them to be wanting to do at all. But they do it anyhow and it leads to a different way of being with them. One that is more intimate and frankly one that perhaps changes everything. And that frankly perhaps it is not wrong to think of them in such a romantic way and that perhaps should not be afraid of having sexual feelings nor repressing them at all. Just to be in lue with a society that hates so deeply and most importantly; figure heads of this society are these girls on their phones who seem to just want to sexually ostracize you or play around with you. To where you have to overcome feelings of insecurity from being around these folk and talking to them and realize there is nothing wrong with wanting people sexually. Sexually in the right manner you so seek which is the one that is wanted and one that is loved and one that is not degraded, hated nor disrespect or just there for a prop or fetish solely.

The story itself is being forced into sexual liberation with an unexpected bae. The end.

Thieves

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 The teachers arc.

Surviving their advent the Thieves discover from a certain individual the inner workings of teachers and what their real lives are actually like. What their bloggers of Tiff are like and how they meet at the Dark Descent On Vawvordy on top of a sorority building for their meetings. The thieves go to spy.

One love interest of a Thief promises to cause harm to all the rest and all the others in which they can find not in align with their interest. It becomes a lady fight in secret and the Thief is forced to break off his relationship to which the lady Thief becomes closer to this Thief. However, the armed librarians interrupt them and their new contact in their study called Izzy Markberther.

Izzy Markberther and the Thieves interrupt the assault and fight back with their newly defined concepts. However teacher Sloge as he calls himself slaugters the rest of the librarians and they are able to go free as long as they defeat another teacher who is the lady Thief's teacher called Nauncea Carnemi.

There are three girls called the Vorde, Misy Martine, Vodaka Mon and Tay Mahanse who gather in the pit of the two auditoriums to ensure people cannot have a good day tomorrow and are targeted simply for their outlook on life. The Thieves go and meet them and beat them up to find Nauncea Canemi preparing in " dungeon one" where the foreign exchange students are held.

Using their skills to defeat Nauncea Canemi, a history of abuse on a people and many peoples by this place and thus school becomes known and that the registry of this pride is the only thing that separates people from actually being targeted like people elsewhere as they are normal. But gives people the feel of being invincible as long as they have this pride. Convincing many people they have superior lives going here than anyone else. Sloge defeats Nauncea Canemi but she escapes.

The Thieves escape and Sloge wants to partner with them revealing the Vorde now work for him and will join them in their advents to uncover the school's dark secret all the while helping them stay in the school and graduate to continue to investigate.

Meanwhile, the apparent darkness of this place becomes too dark for one writer. And nearly killed he defeats so folk and makes a pledge to defeat the darkness of this place. First of all by saving a girl called Hannapi Rose from the Dungeon Sires Metachamp who want to assault her to try and get her in line with the university's plan for the women who go there. However he kills them. His name is Valde.

Valde arc of dark forests.

The Thieves are watching a movie with their common fellows and it is a disturbing movie and one ever so disturbing that Matchaica Pryor makes it her duty to try and make the movie reality just for them and their allies and when they are being haunted, Izzie tales the tale of Matchaica Pryor.

Valde kills off the Haunters of Matchaica Pryor one day on that floor and the Thieves do not agree in his fighting style being so brutal, that people cannot recover from it.

Valde meets Izzie and they have to run away from Matchaica Pryor and split up, Izzie is able to get away from Pryor but Valde is left fighting her. The Thieves go to call on Sloge to stop Valde from defeating her in the painful manner he does.

The Thieves and their allies arrive and find Valde is barely winning against Pryor and the Thieves are forced to help put her down. Sloge retrieves Pryor however, the last act of Pryor is to trap them all in the dark woods in the forest and they must get out or they will not live the same again.

Morning Magazine.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 11, 2018 The Morning Magazine is the most impressive collection of stories and concludes with the first part of Thieves. Well it is something of a ending and a beginning and then an ending and beginning all over again, something of a Morning. Which was by the way started off in the morning after a parallel mention of mornings as if mornings of then were far away.

Kevin M vs the killcraft.

Basically explains a story exactly as it happens. If you look to the original Kevin M and see the story this one is quiet different and technically expands that particular story into something else quiet really. Gives the outermost surroundings of the story. And frankly; improves the story a whole lot and makes a nice case for there to always be improvements and additions like Maus into the story but yet not consider inside the character descriptions.

Kevin M destroys the killcraft.

Kevin M is the most significant hero of them all, this you cannot see inside the prompts here well because the story tells it all and these particular prompts only led into better stories.However for the sake of anything of good storytelling-to put these out here is like revealing the whole story which would not be for anything of well storytelling. I say that this is a most brutal story and many elements are omitted from the writes upfront because they are too brutal.

Mornings intro.

The Mornings intro is basically tells of a new important event here that signifies the changes to this blog at least at a certain point rather. But by now, this Morning Intro does not signify the change that has occurred. directory of meaningful stories up to this point.

The directory of meaningful stories is basically the stories that paint a place exactly as it is and not how it chooses to be. I think these stories are not all the stories and I cannot reveal to you until later.

But these are the best things I can do. To tell you of an unsettled situation that should soon be

settled. day 1 Tells of a different type of place and different type of situation is the most fun story I have written to date and will write more but do not expect them rapidly because I really do not want to waste the stock of the story on speed and just going all fast just destroys what the story is about. day one backstory.

The day one backstory is basically all about the ethics and backstory to day one and most importantly is the boundaries before and lastly the ending of an certain way of being. It is most introspective of a certain thing and certain light that will never be shared for all the talk of men being sex driven animals with no boundaries and always impeding on women's freedom. Has anyone ever thought that women might be sex driven and do impede men's freedom by forcing upon them their sexual wants and causing some people to grow up quicker than they would as they have new responsibilities in some cases that arise. No one thinks of this because women are like princesses to people. What feminist want to push is for people to be complete dillusioned with the idea of ever dating women and ever thinking of women other than sexually based people who you go to get your fix, fixed. And that women can only be in love with women because truly women must treat each other with the same equality? Change that women are just not princesses, they are just like men and whatever. But does anywhere anybody question what it is to be a man. Sexuality is not wrong and the ideas that people have that having romantic relations with women is not wrong either. And shameful it is to think you are fixing something when you do even understand men and that there are good men and bad men and no good man has to put with nonsense that he should be responsible for the actions of bad men. Like Times up as if people have ever believed in chivalry in this era except when its benefits them. You can say all this and that but trying to be of chivalry, women of this time, just depict you as an enemy and now you say in this statement that all this time people were right for being of chivalry. It is bullshit and basically paints that no one really gives a damn about men at all.

Or their way of thought and you most conviently just make messages to get whatever you want and never see that your actions are harmful.

recoveryof mkmzodernfull The recovery of mk mzodern will be faced with much difficulty because so much time has been taken away from its true development and simply the waste can be made up with such of that of events. But really this is something that shows a mental health concern that is so routed in an education system that seeks to destroy creativity and happiness and productivity and is antilearning basically. And in its pursuit to do things it pathetically fails at doing has made consumption of money and funding for football courts and all sorts of nonsense shit, its main focus as well as putting up with the idea of learning only for economic wealth and playing games with people for fun and craft. Its sad and its painful to face the truth. But the American education system is useless. modern dating.

At this point its just a repeat of what I have already said many times but modern dating is no damn picnic.

advertised event upcoming. morning expo.

Here, basically I am going to work up to this point so I can show you stuff my process and such but for that adventures and a past outlook need to be done. true reasons for the start of this advent.

The true reasons for the start of this advent is simply against a force that hates life as simple as it can be said. run 4 progress.

Run 4; basically states that the comics you get are not the ones I was working for but the ones I was working on while those ones I was working for and contains a very declarative challenge for a certain set of people. thieves.

Basically shows the inside of a corrupt place from another perspective.

new edits.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018

explictrrs cavern. thieves.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 LY, Vangideal,Vitagedeal, Ferrs, Valde and Izzie trapped in the forest have to overcome certain trails by monks if they are not killed by the Kimberly Assassins of Kimberly first.

Awakened there has been a great time to pass but yet not pass. The darkness has gotten worse and ghouls of sorts and new threats and many enemies have arisen to end the fraternity. Valde plans a great plan during a fire drill and finds that a close friendly, Amtracquai and her friend Zeggi are both workers for this estate and secretly are the ones for undercutting everyone at this

venture. And are the ones responsible for many of the attacks especially the one on Valde.

LY and Vangideal discover an interesting map of different places in which contain high activity of the institution's activities in Izzie's roommates side of the room called Jackie Morris. Jackie Morris is a tough enemy to beat and has much wickedness to her tale and is a mass enslaver.

Valde's true backstory is revealed as he ventured to protect Henna Marke from the enslavers and darkmen of this institute and rather could not speak to her for the fear that she would be turned by the enslaved and thus become a darkman or enslaver or even worse. And he meets women later on that remind him of Marke and others so that he tries to protect them all. Amgello Carte and Jason Tic are not helpful in these ventures and discovers that Carte is also formidable in defeating the darkmen and that when Esclipsa the enchanter picks up on Valde's activities after he attacked and fights many times. He goes to Carte to be the one he chooses to date. His story revealed because he fails to defeat the Dark Mage Upsurper Doom who can force a depression slip on people and is forced to leave the institute because frankly-anything he tries to learn becomes altered under his influence and is force to learn to get stronger, to one day defeat and capture the Doom.

The Thieves discover that Valde is not to return and plan to defeat the Upsurper Doom for what they have done to Valde. Using Atacia, a teacher's methods by defeating her as she is the one close to Doom they are able to defeat Valde and upset the darkness of the school, freeing it from the control of the many upsurpers within. However this starts a long saga of conflicts in which the Thieves will be victorious, however whatever happens to Valde? Gone away for an enemy that no longer exists?

explicta thieves.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 What happened to the world of thieves. The conditions only became worse to where even watching tv bemeritted an attack. Newscasters and personalities and late shows, celebrities, people of interests and politicians had to cover their tracks or rather guard against an enemy unseen. So to the point that people have to guard these shows if they want to watch them with

none of these attacks. And only these attacks came from one place. A sisterhood, a fraternity of evil and many women groups of shame. The Blue Folk of Aska, the Red Reign of Apasta and the Butterfuly Gaiflirgerymicks of the east and the west and if not the evergreen whores of tampa.

So rampant are these attacks that Valde, now King Homkine of parkapeople ventured to end this shameful hatred against creativity by an institution so desperate to control the future it would rather destroy society and people's works for its own benefit of hatred so deep for people it does not understand.

After a grand fight mostly; enough was enough when Valde discovered that the attacks were funded by methods from other worlds and what is worse is the user had no worth behind the methods and used them wrong, incurred debts from information banks from other worlds and basically tried to silence or kill anyone who did speak or think how they spoke or envisioned the future nor reality. Tried of this farce, Valde returned to the place and destroyed the holding cell of the exchange students finally setting them free. However a great sadness it was, as the pain these people had caused had ended normal life not only for Valde but for everyone in the country and the only way to return things to normal was to get justice for all the crimes and illusions they had cast to make people's lives living hell on earth. And thus sired more strength to stifle their way of life.

At the turn of the new year-Valde discovers that the Red Reign of Apasta is led by his former english teacher he first took at the institute and his worst enemy, someone he previously went to school but fell into the ranks of Apasta because of this teacher. And defeats them both to discover that both are mentally ill.

last 2011.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 The idea database was the most important damn thing I did. I stood up to everyone who opposed and oppressed me and made my ideas so much closer to reality. Here in the following; prompts and story you will find out more intriguing things about my past.

I did like a girl at one time. In these 11th grade err at this time of 10th. She was not pretty nor beautiful but it was the character that got me. There was not anyone as wonky as here in that place nor anyone I found that I truly liked in all honesty behind the facade of crush. Just so you know, the whole entire sexual thing for me never truly made anything for me anything at all.

And probably not even really today. However the life of the 10th was hell and I experienced how people can just turn narratives on solely good willed people to make it seem as if they are bad.

However, I must say, in modern context I can say " thank god". That I never actually got close to the girl and such. Why? The aims of life are so different and effort is used in such different ways that the relationship would have never worked at all. I am not highly religious in the sense of believing people in churches and following their high fetched advents and lies and falling into their pit of descent. But no offense to this individual. I could never be like that folk in that manner. That said was a vital crush that I vyed for until the end of highschool. The thing I liked about her was that she was upfront and even if it was brutal, she was somewhat nice-other girls especially modern are anything but nice.

The summer I did this, I listened the Owl City 2011 album and got tried many times, did hardly rely on the internet and back then I did not rely on the internet for everything on life and that is truly what is remarkable about seven years ago. Everything I did was not for the internet but for myself and did care what anyone thought online, because simply the online is not a good place to foster anything of creativity. There are too many examples and too many heretics who push their means of this and that and why certain people cannot be this and that. And some of these people are self hating and/or racist which is why I say this. But here in modern everything is internet because it is maximized for the internet and while the climate on the internet has gotten better with all these tutorials and blogs. It still is the time of the great deception. In which people think everything is supposed to be of the internet but really its all about the self and if you never have self before the net, you never have anything at all. I just continued on and on, for myself and that shows you that becoming akin to the internet and being of creating on it was a process that took my early college era to do.

I went to Austin for a thing and that very night I came back home so sick I had to go to the hospital and had to have surgery. I will not tell of what happened then and there. But it gave me a perspective on not being able to complete ambitions before death. I give pause to say that it hurts much when former friend long ago seems to mock you for a story you post that includes this information and is sorely misguided and morally aloof.

That year I had set in my mind that my romantics were a waste of energy and I should just get a girlfriend to mock this entire system of living and found out something very horrible that I will not detail here. But I filled with very vengeance that I for my own self survival could never end and that same ethic is what I completed highschool on, you can find it in my works even up to this day because it just will not be ended. However, I eventually after that highschool age calmed off that joke and returned to my normal self seemingly by 2014 fall.

There is not one damn thing about my sexuality that is gay but people back then obviously assume that you do not live like them that you are gay, are actually hopefuls and thus are gay.

Thus the hatred for gay folk comes from constantly being assumed to be something you are the

absolute complete opposite. Many people would like to think this or that and that really was the downfall of them not recognizing me for my worth but their own fantasy and self pleasure. They could not recognize the real me nor recognize the real me who attended class. I learn a great deal from dealing with such people about your perception to other people and how to modify it and use it in situations. Seriously, this is the bacon of life. lol.

Now to many of your horror, while Day 1 talks about losing virginity and all this type of stuff; I in a parts is virgin and I do not see that changing for a while. You see, the culture in America I have discovered is against a person who prefers to spend time with multiple women but not in the sexual sense, but in the social sense of romantics. Everyone assumes that anyone who willing spends time with women or girls is gay and anyone who is romantic with many women is some type of whore. But not everyone is interested in having sex. I only became interested in having sex because that seemed like what some girls like to do or maybe expected so I just played along.

Otherwise- it is rare to say that I find anything sexually attractive about anyone woman or girl.

Which you should understand it is rage fitting when people go out of their way to spread rumors and cause certain people not to see you as the way they once did. Life is so brutal to the people who treasure romantics and are not there just to spawn in my opinion" meaningless 1960s tv families".

I learned at one time at one event that people have prestige over hearth and that is certainly true.

There was no unity of hearth or understanding of objectives but selfish banter and all this and that.

Basically the idea database pushed me to continue to pursue stories so I could have no troubles in equating ideas by constantly looking for ways to tell these stories. I have much fun developing stories you have never seen in the last of my highschool time under high pressure from people who hated my guts; like yellowhat, molanda and Vampire Paradise. There is a whole entire line of stuff from then that was like its own internet. I would like to return to that time period in the tenure of reviewing mk mzodern using this format in which there may be 16 posts per book that will be looking like the magazine posts and will go over everything that happened in these times.

Well thank you for reviewing; mzodern mk explicta.

M3rs-metromoons.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 just to lay fucked by you is a blessing of two I say. Fucked by you. bah, bah, metromoons.

Bah, bah, metromoons.

I ponder I ophremius.

I fall into the apollo depth of stars and the crash of crashing cars and the buttons off the walls and the people giving their all ah, all fucked by metromoons ah, all fucked by metromoons.

And its culture of hate.

For the people who ate of earth and come for tourism.

I hate; metromoons.

Fucked by metromoons.

Wanting to Earth and the dune.

But always fucked over by metromoons.

Cortour 1 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 I want to comment on how Cortour 1 is about how August was an ever important change in my life in adapting to a new place and environment and people and at first liking the challenge and how I pursued my work instead of just humdrum this and that and just becoming a boring red number with no real life nor insight. Yes there are 16 points to this book and yes. It is a fucking book.

16 posts like these to this fuck fest, I did say this was going to be an AP fuck fest. (link) By this time it was this time I was tried of being tossed around by whatever literature teacher and her quiver. The eyes that would look at me with such attention and say even though I just had my eyes closed as it was morning to say, " wake up". For one reason or another we had to watch this lady gaga music video for class discussion and it just drove me nuts of these little girls and their fancy. I do not know maybe it was just the point that I felt somewhat to say inclined I was marginalized just because of the music selection and the teacher really thought her point was the shit. How attentively she was.

Granted just an access to display her point and well have the support of the classroom. To tell you the truth the classroom was mostly woman dominated and really that is not a problem but it is when they expect you not to have an opinion at all and already target you for just not having an opinion!

Truth be to god. The dynamics of that room were to turn each and every idealism against me, even if I spoke never once I heard anything resounding to my beliefs or values and I rather not get into an argument and then be shunned as the argument starter and well rather just would be quiet than say anything at all and incur the wrath of these women. But I had enough of this of their opinion being forced down my throat. I rather not say this but rather I could not have enough of their suggestions and I hated that class but treated it just as a part and not a whole of my life.

I remember there was a hot attractive girl in there I was too astranged to say anything without someone bashing my head in. I would usually see her in the dorms and what was I supposed to do; approach her and then just be cut short by some other fellow or sort? I think not. There was never a time I got to talk to her. She was most talkative in class. And well the only person who seemed to not be the one to ostracize you for an opinion.

I wrote the list basically to say there is a large world out there and hopes that maybe I would get to play these songs from these different artist for this girl. But really- I did not know what the future would hold but at this time I was holding a ticket. A ticket for what was to come and that was a second shot at everything writing as this class seemed the othermost death of writing interest. Nothing in the class was interesting and all the students seemed to have better times than I because they had no previously developed skills and were the teachers pupils. Or rather in her case, she had such superb skills and seemed to be a good student. I think I do note how I almost dribbled at the thought of this. But really this was a dream and a very good one I must say.

I wrote this post in the open lobby at the top to the tune of leaves. The library was oddly a warm place and really only cold at the top if not scenic. I would see all types of beautiful women and wonder how I could be drawn to them if I truly liked this other girl. Such perfection and such beauty I never could tell you- that I savored the thought of her and at most prevented myself from thinking about her for the apparent reason of mercy from cruel reality of that place. I am saying that my own introspection and perspective of that place was not all that good and it was not a good place really- I did not belong here. Thinking I could just attend class and be productive when there was not one assignment and you were expected just to contribute to a conversation that really was not beneficial for you to join in. It was new but there was a hostility I noticed. Some thoughts here were not welcomed and you could observe this a lot in the library.

I noticed people trying too hard to meet a mood. And found it really odd, there was an odd feel of anxiety and if not depression if you went up to the top and the people were obviously obliviously rude. I once over the weekend try to draw and color this Forge comment, buisness bullshitters basically ask me for help but in a sideswipping manner. " Are you doing anything?".

Or something...!

It set me off really. To think maybe this was not a fair nor fabulous place if people just think they are the king of the hill of you and that sort of the thing off the bat. But I kept this at mind and then rarely thought of the girl for reasons unknown. (link) This was different numbered day, the geography class and then the math. It was the light day of sorts but also the most extreme of days. I met up with so many different lifestyles in one day.

From the dorm, to the library, to the geography class and to the math class. I actually liked the math class because people seemed more close knit there than anything and really who could know? I did gain two older friends in that class. There was this older woman in her twenties, who was goth and I often I found myself staring at her and her legs. And this middle eastern guy who was friends with her and in technicality. I just was able to become friends just because we were all friendly and usually would share supplies. Actually the goth lady spoke to me first and then I became friendly with this other guy and it got to the point where we almost traded numbers, but that is about it. The geography class had many attractive girls, many vital to the story at hand.

First of all the first girl I ever actually truly tried to woe out of curiosity if I could was the second arrival to the Geography lab and most stunning she was.In truth I hardly fall so hardly for anyone of African American outlook because in the area in which I came there were hardly any respectable women of that area who were not stuck up or just plan trashy people. Its really a sight of capability to realize your life cannot be this political statement of racial dignity and

equality and all this and that when the people included in reality have no dignity and never think of equality just degrading theirselves. The people who even in these political movements would ever so say these " children" would be unfit if not other words. But in the light of not being self racist ever more than that previous atmosphere. I decided to go to talk to her. However I had a predicament; I was beat boxing of a sort and the poor girl took offense and I never was able to say anything to her after "hello".

The next was a pair of girls. One was a beautiful oriental girl and the girl she walked beside was blonde. I found them wearing the same amount of clothes to be of artistic value. I pondered if such attraction was of physical value but rather it was something more. I felt a bit threatened by them at first and thought they were stuck up or something but rather they were not; they were just different from who I was used to seeing. I think that these girls were beautiful in their friendship and how much they proved me wrong by seeming to dote on me at several times and providing much needed inspiration later.

The place was large that auditorium and there was a strange feeling from the ceiling especially the area near the stage but I digress. In the right side of the place were I did not sit were the four different girls I would happen upon usually together and for the sake of the happenstance, I call them the fire alarm girls really because I met them usually outside during the fire alarm or during some event and such. I found that really I had a very such high attraction to these girls but felt as if I should not talk to them really. I do not know why but ever since stepping foot in that place, slowly I became anti social and anti romantic as time went on and even though I did speak to two girls at the start by the ending I had no motivation to really speak and open up to them.

The first girl in this group was this girl I happened to meet over the weekend. She was beautiful and dressed differently than what I was used to seeing girls dress like and introduced myself and we talked for a while if not bit and then I left. When to say of regret, I wished I had not left and such and such but the circumstances of then were different than which they were before.

The 2nd girl I met the following week on chance seeing if the girl I first saw was there that week, but she and her friend were carrying on with passing out bread and tossing it on the floor. It was seriously the most wonky thing I had ever saw. The girl was so upfront in her joking duty and even though I wanted to at first duck away and apologize from coming to that floor that time, I found that I did indeed like that her joke and instead of pushing her away brutally I said " no thank you". Later I would happen into seeing this girl upon many times and much of my notice did not know much what to say or think. But questioned if I was wrong for liking her when I originally came down that floor for another girl who happened to be her friend or hang out buddy.

The 3rd girl I got to know in sort by appearance by the 2nd semester mostly and she was different than most girls I happened to like. It was an instant attraction from the first time she appeared. I guess she was one of the first girls I saw that I had a sexual attraction towards. Prior to this no thought like this had crossed my mind if ever at this place in such a manner. I usually saw her with the aforementioned girls.

Lastly; the fourth girl was also a sexual attraction, she looked similar to the 3rd girl but lets say

was more reserved than all the rest and seemed to be the least outspoken. But I did in the 2nd semester happen to see her walk dizzily drunk from the elevator down the hall and wondered if she was going to be okay. I was pretty suspicious of the sexual weather of this place and there were occasionally in events strangers walking around were pretty suspicious.

A beautiful decorum of living it was to see the beauty of such individuals and consider the possibilities and responsibilities of living with them. But the library truly was the place of where I really found it hard to count how many people could be attracted to you and you them and vice versa.

When I wrote the linked story in question, about how hard is it to talk to a girl and these sorts of manners. There was this girl from my dorm whom giggled in affection when she saw me leaving and I pretty much; did not know what to say. The library for the most part seemed to a place were people seemed to share affection for each other on a more higher level than the rest of the campus and that deemed to be true and what the keynote of the story is basically the social act of trying to date people is that of similarity to a sport. But a sport that has its own rules and regulations and no one should be using their influences worldly or not to try and control how people do certain things in courtship or how extreme they try to control matters. I wrote of this mostly of how I was so eager to get a date out of this girl I met on one of the first weekends with a geography lab just because she had given me her number and frankly it could be expected from a person who never received a girl's number before.

And even though I was eager I expected too much and rather reflected on this by basically reviewing any motives of why you should be friendly with a person and the common idea of courtship to see if I was wrong or right.

The different things.

However there is not a link for this because the email speaks a lot about the story. The email is rather the function in which a writer on blogger can send posts to be posted on the website and thus its kind of a cool way to see how things can take off and get posted on a website from an email. And that makes it kind of convenient. You kinda of get tried of seeing the blogger imprint and stuff and most really you get tried of seeing the blogger imprint and stuff. And really it was kinda of wet that week and I used to shop at the mechanical merchandise soda machines for drinks outside of the cafeteria.

Mostly these ideas of sending to me got me on the idea of acclimatizing certain elements to be that of an art. And frankly used the way of the email to post a lyric/ an entire album of lyrics to the blog and discovered just how much fun this was and this gave me a powerful idea. I say that this was a defining element that warranted more experimentation that that first lyric album capitalizing on the different changes herein my progress in my journey to be what I sought out to be. Truly I was convinced I was doing the right thing and I was doing the right thing; leading a fight only in which I could lead. I spoke of such feelings I felt seeing of a girl; not at all on that lyric album but rather I kept my ideas too myself. I experimented but I never really ever talked about the exact particulars of what I had seen, only the outer circumstance and only some information of transition and nothing else. You see one day in geography lab, I had an epiphany; I was not alone at all. And this would change everything no matter who much pained and mostly sorry the modern me would like to admit.

contour 2 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 On 9/24 I skipped out on my previous blog, why because in short I was being attacked for no reason at all and certain people didn't support my growth and development and I made a move to remove them from my life in terms of support and really anything depending upon them so solely. I moved away from the ideas and decided to become independent from them and these ideas and rather not have the stalking places I would write just so they could making their upmost retarded arguments if not disrespectful and insensitive arguments. To that day I never return to my original account hardly for anything at all. I have tried many times to restart it but I am not the same person as before.

Which I why to protect myself from being even more fucked over by people who do not understand basic circumstance, I went about 6 more days and decided to end that blog completely. I gave some time for thought. Often I would think at this pond thing and I would be able to think in peace even if there were tons of people around.

That day of 9/30/2013 I thought of my past works with "faces", "aluri" and " news" and how the news included characters such as "faces" who lived on "aluri". I thought of the news as a way to display the things I saw in the proper format to handle such information, it was an instance it was and true one at that of where I decided nor more and not me. And what better way to record instances than news or updates or stories or some type of note? This- I had the ticket and then I boarded the plane.

By October the 1st, only one day later had the news racking era ended. This had to be a special time because really I did not go to sleep for two days outside of briefly drifting to sleep. I just for what I had been through with people downgrading my support system just so they could feel good about theirselves, could not sleep at all and for the note of it; I did not even sleep in the bed I had in the dorm but in the lobby. Why? Because I was damned too nice to my room mate to express displeasure at his activities. Once vomited in the room on the first weekend, I basically slept in the lobby in my street clothes and put my id under my jacket. The guy would invite these girls over. And I walked in on him doing it and I kinda of refused to even register what was going on but get the materials for math and the math test. And feel not kind of defiled, but defiled indeed. And it was really distracting that trauma on that test but I did think of my friends in that class to get through it. Basically; the guy also slept with this girl I liked and that led me to actually say something and I admittedly was so pissed off but then realized the luck in discovering who the girl actually was. The particular girl basically was one of those rude people who think they are being nice by talking to certain people and using them and then having sex with other people and then trying to have sex with you and furthermore trying to use you. I had

such qualm, but at the time, it was funny when she asked " do you have mouthwash" and I gave her one of the adjourning roomate's mouthwash. It was too hilarious. But I honestly had it with the way I was being treated by everyone which if you think about it was hostile. The english teacher is the only one who spoke to me in such urgency and later on I was able to adjust and stay up during that time, but still did not change how sorely she was wrong about me even being asleep.

However these events of the girl I liked being slept with, I can say happened during this time period and it will take more clarity to discover the actual date, so stick around and stay tuned.

But after this, the plane did take off and I slowly thought about the requirements I wanted to meet. Had to tie into doing comics and being motivational and basically showing ways to dreams in multiple manners, many it be story, method or even counsel on the website( which by the way I have never contacted any outside help for this for the fact the ratings here are too low possibly for anyone to just be interested without thinking its a pet project). Also had to show the world of the " Faces" and the theme of news, song and self discovery had to continue throughout and had to be basically the method in which I would journey through different things regarding to upstarting my comic career and if not writing career among other things and that journey continues today even in MK MZODERN explicta. And so the first things I remember doing where stories after the news and news oriented songs and stuff like that.And then some more songs and then tried to add more features which actually never took about hold.

(link) By this time I reflect that I spent most of time by the 10/8/2013 in the library and thought not one other thought than building up mk mzodern for its intended purpose. This kinda of reflects on what happens when people come together for the same goals and aspiration and also the separate climate that people give that is different than what the residing administration and the people who represent it give. What I am saying is there were too groups of people. One, who lived in real life and ones who did not and rather lived in the university's corporate manner of living and which not always sensible to reality. If I am to point out the differences to people. The people who just went to class and experienced the president in which the teachers gave off and those who the lived in dorms could escape even acknowledging the people who did not live in dorms and those who did not fancy the teachers to living this golden route of life and rather the library was a type of consort in which people were free to be people and not live up to some fake standard of living and shows the true nature of people within under the stamp of cruel administration. In my personal opinion, the pride thing is a bit creepy and reminds me of hilter germany but nevermind that for now. What I am saying these people in the library had contact with the outer world to a much wider degree than those in the dorms. The end and thus can be said to have unfacilitated connections and relationships that happened naturally and not by the circumstance of just being in a dorm and being caught up in that culture. That culture I will say is questionable and very much so.

But I kinda of avoided those type of administration run places in terms of culture and mostly hung out with people who in all sense were in likeness to not be dazed by the atmosphere but their true selves.Not to say that everyone in the dorms were all alike in any manner, its just thatthe majority consensus was of that. And frankly I tried to keep everything interesting rather than

be confined in a reality that was not even too my liking however many people were not too keen to discover were they truly belonged and I kinda of felt sorry for this girl I would always see crying on the phone in the hallway or talking on the phone in the hallway. You would assume that she got out in fact she was the same girl inside of the pair of girls that were mentioned before that I at first thought were stuck up but after that one time I realized they weren't; this was a part of how I realized they weren't. The true ideal is that she talked usually on the phone with this boyfriend or whoever and just looked so bored. At the end of the 2nd semester, she said that she would like to transfer to another university because this place was so boring but then she looked at me and I looked at her and we stared for a while. At all times I saw her, I knew exactly what escape I could provide to her.

You see I assumed she worked somewhere and just came back to the dorm and went to classes and then came back to the dorm and talked on her phone to this whomever who usually distressed her. And how much she was just a poor little sad girl in which you would solemnly see any other girl in such an estate at that dorm, no matter which floor you climbed. There was no one like this particular girl. I say that she was one of the kind and I was also one of the kind. I saw the potential of taking her way from misery but I pondered if it was morally right to intervene in people's relationships that may not seem beneficial to either party. And the modern consensus, it is right to be the homewrecker in which the girl will break up with the guy eventually and neither party will be happy anyways. The thing is not being seen as the guy who is just the replacement or the vulture who is the replacement preying on a sad girl. I did not know how to interact with her. But she seemed to be bored of this dorm and this constant cycle of being here always and having no other place of interest to go and by golly man-there were so many interesting places at this campus. That those of the administration lifestyle were not to be seeing so clearly and avoided places that were not painted clearly brightly of educational and financial success.. However I estate that some places on that campus were dangerous at a certain time or at all times and you should never want to bring any person there at these places.

But I knew a number places in which you could see normal people and interact them and possibly make real lasting friends. That of course was the library and other places in which I will not mention.

She seemed to be missing the advent of true relationships and rather than just commitment to continue relationships. Youth is a beautiful thing and perhaps should be used to force relationships that would never have worked at all outside of only the places in which they worked originally like highschool.

I so desperately wanted to ask her out one time, but I really never got around to that and really there was something disturbing bothering me about this whole administration reality vs real reality, is that some people actually realized it and that there was a great deal of politics around it and also the fact is that the real seemed to be attributed to the poor that also lived around the circumstance of the university and that city itself. As if being real was being poor or of crime or of something that just could not be understood or was not supported in this religion of administration that painted that the world had to a certain way outside of the school in which it obviously was not. I understand this as mysterious and understood it to realize that maybe perhaps something dark was occurring here. But early mk mzodern was not about uncovering this phenomenon but the quiet opposite trying to stay away from this game of politics and trying

to continue focus on fiction and studies but in true there was something else there and I would not know later that it was the tinge of war. That hit you in the face and distracted you and you would wonder what this painful heart wretching feeling was. And most of the times it hit mostly at night, such that sometimes I eventually just shut down completely to ponder where this trauma could possibly be coming from. I will not say anything but I will say that eventually I came to a second break point in which I could no longer follow this just fiction and study routine and had to think of my own well being as well as others.

So this diminished all possibilities as they were before and diminished certain chances of things happening when I knew what could happen if I did them. Nothing good would happen and it would be a wasted gambit and wasted energy emotionally and physically for the lack of energy I soon found here after wandering. By the 18th of october this as much was true and I had about 86 turns in thought in the form of posts and basically tried to follow the same news format as early but discovered that strangely my plans were always changing and I could never follow one damn plan to the end because everything seemed to be changing around me and that is when I noticed that perhaps I was in a warzone of sorts that could not be seen but heard and experienced and communicated too.

Yes, it was a very frightening thing but then I recognized the phenomenon from before coming to the same exact place and this was its true form. A war on some type of people. At this time I tried so many times to route up TIM, as my next comic project but there was never anywhere to focus and frankly I had begun to be tried of not being able to get it done or how I wanted and decided that I needed to focus on stories and the aspect of stories but in a manner that was defensive and attacking and with discipline, this was added onto mk mzodern and became the ethic in which I would move forward in the world. And one that has been mightily finished off by the racecar method.

Besides these experiences I never told anyone a damn thing, who knows if one of these friendly people were actually cut throats and for reason or another could kill you regardless if they had to go to jail or not and frankly seriously could just make life hell as who knows what crazy nonsense anybody at this place could be caught up in and then I thought what if I figured it all out and wrote it as an expose, changing it all into a 1920s esque muckracker report in the form of a blog. I thought about making this a separate venture but then it would be easily targeted while the entertainment side would had gain too much interest to be serious about the venture, so I added them together for unity and so one side could not expensive the other side. I played friendly with these eternal conflicts and not once cursed that place for fear of what would happen if I ever did. And to be truthful other people noticed it as well. Quiet frankly few people from the dorms ever went to the library unless they were oblivious to the frequency of things internal happening here or where not on a side already to which they what they were getting into at this place of the library.

People seemed to hate the library from the standpoint of the dorm and I often never saw anyone from there and I knew a lot of people and never recognized many people more than which of eight at all times.

I noticed that people knew because these guys I would hang out with sometimes would ignore me when at the top of the library and refused to seemingly acknowledge me there even. As if I

was not even an associate, I knew I was not their friend, but common courtesy says that if they want to continue being friendly with people and rely on them as friends or allies in which they can speak to every entry be merits a greeting. But strangely even though I was right there they seemed afraid of something and then I realized it was not just me but it affected everyone and some people knew more than what they let on and really did not seem to give a damn this was a school and not a damn warzone to push people into and bother them with these rhetorics. I did not realize at that time if there was an intent for an end goal of sort but I became highly suspicious and then I started to become heavily armed.

At this time my hatred towards that english class and its farce english in my opinion and perhaps for real displayed a need to not be overwhelmed by this dark noxious gas of depression and angst against my skill which may as well been hidden, non existent and something to trample over. I wrote the Slayers of Wolve to prove that I was every bit more a writer than anyone in that class and that I was superior. I wrote the tale in an entire week concluding on a Friday on the 10/18/2013 I say a terrible event happened that changed the course of my life. This has been recorded in the first chapter of Mindgames and I will not say it here or what exactly was but this has to be paired knowledge to an actual event. I cannot tell you how it feels to walk if you do not know how to walk. I can not make you experience air if you have never breathed and this is something that can only be fully experienced by route of reference.

But tell you the dreams of romantics were dashed in a place where you just cannot get justice at all.

A place that is lawless and a place that seems to have this unlawful spirit such as in Nazi Germany.

I never want to see that people have their dreams dashed by the fatigue of death and have no one stand up for them in this point and in modern, such that I started a fight using mk mzodern.

What I never say is on that day in Friday 18 that I tried to write my feelings in song in my room but failed to do so because what happened with the Different Things just made me mad and I could no longer focus as if nothing was wrong because everything was wrong. What is more I was at an impasse at every relationship I tried to start whether it be friend or romantic. And I was just so numb I could not stand it and so emotionally tried I took a Saturday to reflect on the past.

Now I say by now the story of the first part is almost halfway done and there are only 2 out of 16?

If you ever wonder each of these posts are to outline each chapter and many necessarily be the final product at all. And also you have to get annotated resources, or else you get in trouble. To say there needs to be more emphasis on the sources and the blog posts theirselves. (link) By the November 25 I was heavily to say that the event in which my friend slept with that girl happened and it changed a lot in my thinking and made me more aware of reality than perception of dream. And that really if I wanted to make all these relationships work they would have to be outside the scape of these climates and these politics and all this whatnot because I believe that even if they survived we would all incur grave damages anyway such that we could no function as we once were.

The plane had reach a new height of thrills and how would I do anything to change anything.

The next chapters will talk about the hidden angles and further more the more relationships with people I had and how the posts and the art add into anything of that time.

remainder of the time.contour 4 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 (Link) After I finished the book I was going to post new stories and pretend I did not make the story and act as if I was still struggling yes. I finished the new stories and this link basically includes the feel of here. Of where I was at was of rain, liquid, flowers and oxygen and of bodies and this basically an untold collection only unlocked by reaching this point and I basically did not realize Slayers of Wolve after the stories of Kevin M and Angelina because the quality was starved.

I realized rather strange behavior in this girl who lived next door to me. I felt something strange everytime I saw her and then I would think and it would go away and basically, I felt something of death about her but I did not know what so I ignored it and basically observed her with caution. This guy who liked her was in there as well and I decided not to say anything about my suspensions about here and yes, she was there during Kevin M and partially during Angelina.

I became more realized that maybe perhaps the vernier of death was getting ever closer and I had no choice but to defeat what was the source of the suspicion by not supporting leniency towards it and tried to figure where exactly it came from and particularly it came from that one girl. And that I realized how deep the danger was. And how bone chilling it is for the girl to do such a thing with a natural face. That can only be found in Mindgames of what she did and as I say; its not likely that you can understand without seeing something of what it is like. (link) by November the 5th I realized how greatly life was altered and how much I made up my mind to fight it and continue creating stories. I rarely state that after experiencing what I saw, what I heard and what I saw that graduating was the least of my worries. My worry from then on was how I was going to survive without some throwing an equivalent of a nuke weapon at me possibly ending my standard of life until then I never considered how many lives ended in college. But at here I could say most. Those who were lucky were able to go on to their dream jobs or whatever without any knowledge of the happenings in the darkness. Or rather the things that happen to people evidently just oddly without any consequence or meaning seemingly just hatred;it mostly became known to be was the reason. Unnatural indeed.

After this time my enthusiasm to be there was always met with the curiosity death could bring on any wrong misstep and how dangerous people were. And really I was only consumed with finishing the semester in a manner in which I could plan for the next and really the decline of the

stories' quality is shown here in this time period. This is when the ship started to sink and the jet seemed to crash but I held it together and many people seemed to be most aware of things than previously cosigned.

As if something had gone wrong and that system was ending. (link) After this time. There was a true decline in continuing the blog as you should know, the blog at this time was only a small part of the work I actually do and that is true even to this day.

But I was not struggling into that area and I would keep it that way. By the time of Islander I had partially recovered from the trauma of Different Things and decided that no longer would I just trust people for the sake of trust. It was around here that I met important friends that would later I would see later on. Much happened in these times to actually be said and to actually tell of it all will take several chapters and you'll just piece it together yea, you will.

But here I noticed that some people were actually in line with those who support a less than well crafted administration lifestyle. (link) By 11/23/2013 there was a lack of interest what I was doing was actually supporting new methods forward.

However the candy of the eye was the fellowship of friends that gathered after the break of thanksgiving where there was the first event to prepare for future things but was never completed (link). By here I wrote of Women to actually be candid about the happenings here and I wrote in the scene of the library yet again in the spot facing the meeting room with my back turned. The weather had become cold and so had the people or rather people were more sleep than work and more adamant on their work than sleep. And yet at this time things seemed to continue but some people must of realized that the semester was coming over to be done and they either stopped their activities or continue in their ways and really dreaded the holidays as you can seem to feel their dread and happiness it seemed to be for the young. I could not come over all these things that had been felt and heard and the Women was basically talking about all the different people there were and how they felt. And even though things had calm down and these people of interest had suspended their sport of pain and fatigue-there was ever the chance of being killed by these people in the last bout.

I technically did not hang out with people for protection but that is certainly how certain people registered it and in sync started to act in a suspicious manner and technically revealed the capabilities of them as human people if not the same damned thing. (link) The mood had changed by this date into one of togetherness on the upper side but the same loneliness still, amazing how large the friend group was to expand two different floors and really showed how much and how involved different were in their particular crafts just by observation.

Found that certain people were suspicious of others and showed how friendly much some people actually were not. And rather school was over by this time and in this time I figured out that the real reason they wanted to control everything was to direct the narrative further of life and control people in a certain manner that was hideous. As if to make these controlled offspring

samples and they would just be that of samples because further introspection and the detail I often leave out is that these relationships had a likelihood of being but when forced by hidden folk in sheets and mirrors they simply will collapse because they never occurred naturally. And people wake up and realize they have been lead around to fuck people they do not even like in their own recognition. But rather someone recognizing that they and this other person could be together and basically it is terrible so terrible. That you force people to believe they exist together as one when they do not at all and its all smoke and mirrors and just people forcing people together without a true substance of recognition of their true value and worth.And usually in these forced couples and much like in real couples they are forced to recognize their substance and worth to another and when it does not add up to reality, they break apart and that is it.

Leaving a child whose parents basically the ones playing the joke. That is the true sinister motive of that place to gain vessels that are of their making to control society and control the path of society to a certain route. One that I might say I remarked is unrealistic and really is playing God. And this shows in everything from their ego to how sketchy the place is and its little gambit of internal politics and no I did not forget anything at all. Of anything that had ever occurred there.

(link) Basically this was the ending in which you needed to realize, of anything of completion and simple survival that is four years ago, on 1/2/2014; I came to a true realization. There were no friends for me except the ones I rather not even talk about. And that I rather should not be looking to succeed at an institution that could do so much damage to humanity and rather took a slight way around the subject hoping someone would tell me otherwise that I was wrong for all these things but then I realized I should be looking to succeed at a place full of contorts to kill and deceive,as it would either make me truly desperate or some type of devil and I was neither. I would just pass through it normally as people should not be forced to put so much life into the effort of school they nearly die yet again. And some people would answer your call to unlock the door at night and laugh at you and the circumstances in which you almost died.

contour 3 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 12, 2018 More in depth about those girls I would just happen to see. On fire alarms.

Real Nature was hard to write in that library and really it was a bit too hard to see. How people could just be there and study but I did study on the story line and how it was to represent this idea that I had and rather that it was not ready yet and this idea had to be suspended.

Geography Lab was one of the coolest classes there ever was this image of the e at the title is guided by that class and it has a deep meaning around that is separate from the dark context that linked to that place and surrounded it.

There was the theme of nature in the stories and artwork yet on the outer surface and I got it all wrong pushing it all in Real Nature, eventually this movement of ideal became MM culture. MM culture itself you will find in this time links back to this starting time with a new focus and new emphasis.

The most creepy class I ever took was that of the psychology in which there was certainly a light of dawning in my mind that the teacher was some how involved in something more troubling than what can actually be said and for that reason alone and the fact she seemed to purposely ignore my gender and the fact that the elevator was terrible to come down onto the floor and that the stairs were a red bloody death trap or rather that the stairs were terrible whatever shade they happened to be.

If I hated the english then I hated this class. There was a girl in there that I was friends with that made the event worthwhile to be with. But in the end I was forced to lie so people could not have their way. It was like holding your breathe in that classroom and seriously paints a bad picture of the inner circumstances in that place. If you understand the place was a mess.

In personal pursuits I did everything wrong in reality I should have never been optimistic about that place at all but pessimistic.

I tell you so much about these girls but really it was not until the night of when this other campus folk came did I notice something startling that points the fact that people are not truthful about the campus and what it really stands for. It was the night people ran around and such and I kept on bumping into the girl who tossed bread. In actuality I learned a lot that night about the circumstances of that place and the people within and what mechanisms were at hand there and how long I could survive in such a place. Sadly I found that I did have long in that place for what I intended to do and I was not going to change it for the sake of their mechanisms and whatever.

I came to learn and not to led a fight to the death, but getting in the way of these people just by being you is like getting in such a death fight and so it is them who picked the fight and I say. I had no reason to contact anybody with whom they could manipulate and then otherwise harm. I was done being fake and it was time to move on.

There was one night in particular in which I snapped as I heard some people making brutal criminal remarks about these girls I would encounter just at halloween night and another of a girl I had met during a blissfully ignorant time. Now I test whether the validity of these happenings impeding the process of information and it is true. In modern I have found that the wit and clarity of the wit is changed and morphed and such that information is changed in the formation of what can be called a depressed feel or a depressed thought and even if happy the depression change is unintervenable if you have been messed with. What I am saying if cause a depression slump in which information is converted to another variable such that it is useless to recall even if you studied the correct answer, however mindgames for this as well. However these changes are nothing more than tricks and can be undone. However in modern the forces that people wish that they could be permanent.

I skip to the end of the semester many of the works began to go to waste at the turn of the shutterbursts and started to decay after a certain time because they were not properly drafted and all the potentially was wasted for lets say to reach the new project and make MK MZODERN full circle. I preferred doing that instead of never reaching these ideals at all. But in clarification for anyone else, they should rather do things using a better method that makes all these problems look so tiny. (link) Many ideas of the time were not written down nor drawn and I would like to take some chapters to explain these certain ideas and complete all these wasted ideas. In truth I gained inspiration to do this from the pair of girls who looked at me when I was lonely that it inspired me greatly that people even attempted to include me in their conversation. Figuring out the world was like this was no grand deal of happiness and had a grand deal of depression on my back. Just seeing people I was so wrong about thinking at first they were stuck up then trying to make contact with me, made me think differently about things.

Now all you people who qualm with all my likings, go fuck yourself. Seriously, do it and be marry because chances are you will be doing it all alone with your mentality of one on for romantics and friendship solely.

the awesome amy day 2 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 In this chapter I pretend to be blissfully innocent to bad girl, amy. And sit on my bed and write of her.

She was a very bad girl.

Her room when she was panning drunk was beautifully junky. Everyone went in to ensure she was okay, very popular but so bad. The room was of art and I liked it.

Her common things to say to me where plenty of wonky and sometimes rude, but I did like the fact that she was attractive in an conversationally manner and I so desperately wished that gay faggot would just try to add into the insult and she would just sit there with this quizzical face.

I decided I got jealous when another guy looked at her rear.

I studied alone with her once and it was full of inspiration from her mouth.

I caught her asleep in the library once, she was cute but really she could take care of herself.

I ate breakfast sometimes with her with another dude and I felt as if in her harem.

I wished to eat alone with her. And in another sort of manner well too.

Her strong suit was hanging out with these girls I forced myself to be friendly with.

I wish I could eat her for breakfast.

One time a later long date later, I sat with her and she told me grand secrets of her mouth.

In that sat I realized how much I hurt another in some thief run just for her breakfast.

I was such a mess I did not ask her if I could eat her breakfast.

I kept in my feelings and just let it be.

Angers her by writing article or sort and removes myself from facebook just to make her comfortable.

Will not let anyone call me out for writing this list.

The most amazing thing is keeping an eye on her seemed to take away the pain of that place as she was an ever fun person to be around.

artworks off the blog and linking to.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 Thinks of sex with different girls.

Thinks at the pond.

Thinks of art guy fucking english teacher. crows everywhere. mms out of the face of freckled really freckled girl.

How beautiful this athletic girl was.

This other girl who was athletic.

So disturbed I rejected valentine. It gave my heart a pause.

Forge Tim big sun comic movies in psychology slayers of wolve visual Real Nature visual picture show

anime net. hungry sleeper my adventures with the girl I least talk about.

The adventures with the girl I aimed to protect the most.

Crow filled elevator of color.

That girl with the large thighs is hell of attractive Dirty Pop. dreaming of drawing sex. woodlands and timberlands and gateways and westlands. that place of hell the favorite number of three. "no" refusal to do things of romantic suicide and harmful things. girls elsewhere not mentioned. friends. girl who calls self whore yet not whore. tempting friend. there is a buzz. my friend who I actually talked to for many times and had cellphone number but sad in modern its gone. wishing I could stay asleep and dream in lakes and rivers. mornings. mornings alone that ship of futrama! some girls are rather artsy others feisty.

I since the killer here is unexpected.

That girl does not know she takes picture with mass killer.

Short haired friend I want as girlfriend, but the place is shit and hell.

Tattoo yoga lady is fly.

Army guy shut up. the girl and guy who look like they could be friends off a tv show!

If the library could speak.

If mzodern could speak. if her legs did not speak. amanda from kevin m?

math, psychology and rainy days.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 Truly never a sexual thought occurred until I saw her.

I became friends. I did think of her legs.

Met another friend that of hers and realized that maybe I should distance myself to gain clarity.

She already has son and is going to get married. I exhausted for expending ever expense to just get one date and the net is so fucking wide, but I cannot find one and it takes to much to get to even the questions you should ask.

I still think of sexual and declare that it is natural and decide to respect her space.

See another girl, she smiles but its not the same. I smile back.

I take some good advice from her.

Rainy days are a must.

Do not see her again.

First girl I really talk to about school.

Likes the class and the teacher seems to like her.

We sit in this friend group that is the odd ball table.

Teacher seems to only recognize her and army guy.

I am called a woman.

I try to talk to her more during class but army guy hogs space.

She has feelings for me but for the reason I talk about, I cannot confront her.

I feel like trash. And want revenge for even being forced to do such a thing and that probably was my only chance of happiness then.

Talk in elevator once. Rain day one.

Talk in elevator twice, rain day two.

Rained on again, three day.

Lighting, sees mystical girl. dreams of seeing movie with psychology girl but will not see her again, slaps self at pond.

Hot day, I just fail to speak to mystical girl.

illusion of sex grows massively large. day 4 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 Talks about how the illusion of sex grows too much for it to be natural and for it to be contained.

Women come from out of the walls.

Women appear in day.

Wake my knees aslumber.

Feel the twitch of death in the pawn of pain.

I wake up a lake of thoughts of the sarge net crisis unfolding as I sleep in pain of these ideals.

Of the cuddling.

Of the movie watching.

Of the pain and of the dismissal.

Of the mocking. Of the stalking.

Of the freeloading and of the baiting.

The regrets and the talks and the end of the end and the end running wild and feeling the benches shame she is there, they are there, cannot walk over at all.

There is fear much fear of shame.

Illusion of sex grows massively large, that it is a dream, a feeding dream to run and run with.

It does not die- it lives in the chemistry.

I know why, I have the panges of hunger much pangea of the pangs of hunger such fetish to do it hard and do it wild.

I am a proud.

They are unsure.

That goes to the hospital to find that people hidden people have deep sexual pleasure of the blood, of the blood they take at all from patients nearly in dying shame.

I am angry. No one calls, no one mentions and no one calls on me ever again. I am lost and I dream till the year ends.

A mindgame starts and then a fuck game starts and then the train of hell departs.

I try to fuck once time more, but I cannot get in the game. There is always something holding me back and that is the illusion of sex grown massively large.

Mocked and mocked but I know what I like till the end of the year now I am here, hungry still in the new year, cannot fight. Must not bite even against here or its pain much pain for all this time I fear.

Book so far.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 Informats.part 1 chapter 1.

Sets up the basis for the world inside. chapter 2.

I mean more important stuff,very important stuff and stuff. chapter 3 I talk about much important stuff. chapter 4 Something is a bit different. chapter 5 Giving you detail here. chapter 6 I try not to spill every detail but have. chapter 7 I do not know why anyone should merit this pain. chapter 8 I seek reason to fix the heart and mind from a dark bellow in fellow.

Kingdom of Hearts. part 2.

Basically this requires an event called the Banquest of the Kingdom of Hearts were basically all old ideas are going to be completed and bring even further content ahead. For Match and MM culture has been decided they will be made into books instead of an actual blog run first.

Idk if you know but there is already like a MZODERN graphic I worked on this summer as well as upcoming mornings project among others.

Days of Mornings.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 There are four days ahead now and since I have forged a new path four stories and so each story will get its director cut with songs and direction and made into wonderous comic and will be sure to make a work in progress comic as well so you can see the work flow and be encouraged.

Day 5 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 Sand trench of death. I find myself sliding.

Right there in front of me her legs are the attractive.

Cannot take my eyes away. From the beauty of these legs.

Wooden pegs of a telescope I see them again, and danger thought comes about.

The pain is suffering and the more I sit in front the more I am reminded of what want you just cannot escape in the human body.

But then I realize I have been marooned to hate myself just by everyone else. Everyone else.

Such want cannot escape. Such want is valid when its needed.

In the smile as we talked so secretly hidden. But I held down the fruit forbidden. Even against the upsurpers needy eyes and I left the informations mall and found the sky towering tall... such weight of the need has crushed me.

So that I do not feel a damn thing. And nor I am ostracized, I am hanged for this. As if it is wrong.

It is not wrong, you beedy rumor beggars.

ch1. early sessions.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

Eiroquers Sex of the Eiroquers(mornings) Real Nature Best Nature (mornings) I save most words for the book in these posts so really there is only a listing in the remaining posts.

ch2. Varity Lands of Versus.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

Jack Meva and the hellish waters of hell Inka Park Zedo Edge Starvation Pirates Nature Force

ch 3 the mind maze.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

If World was like comic books. malt shop m1. grieves in the fallem.

Different Things; the story

Page 3 (Chapter 2) chp4 darkness in the milky cronut drink of wine on the picnic at high righmound.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

the documentary of conflagration Dracnoid ms. rejection floods in kyeombi

chp5 dine in the ocean of tears.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

aqua hirer dancy times with the grace moon and eclipsa toome, too. mental havoc of moira darkness in rome

chp6. augusta reign of octobers and novembers. december yet to come.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

made to sruggle writing kevin united states of worlds

androrider games. sex in pink park.

chp7.minedevil.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

teen story gothica rain banters of jemuiper jesus of 25 worlds shot at artists

chp8 morningrainbow and dragons.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018

mya sixteen metromoons many moons kyeombi snow war

day 6&19 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 I lay there fucked.

And felt only heaven...

There was only heaven and such heaven did I feel on the tip of my tongue.

That was rather painful when it started to fade away and when I wanted more it was all gone and the city and the skyline had no handles on the gravity of this mmm addiction no of this mmm- no mmmm-mmm-oh only oh my gosh.

Its addiction gone wild.

I lay there fucked in the wine of the tavern and I saw in the fries of there being a stripper bar where the girls would dance their nastiest and I would be welcomed into myself again.

Myself trapped in the addiction.

I lay there looking as they came down the poles of strip bar and then I saw them down the fire poles writing investigative work at work about fire girls.

The addiction of the tongue of many verses and I rehearsed the last bit of my speech to tell you I am so frustrated. mmmm..frustrated...mmmm I am so frustrated...... fructosed and wasted again after the party for the candy cane and candy corn girl.

The full on book. set up is done.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 Informats.part 1 chapter 1.

Sets up the basis for the world inside. chapter 2.

I mean more important stuff,very important stuff and stuff. chapter 3 I talk about much important stuff.

chapter 4 Something is a bit different. chapter 5 Giving you detail here. chapter 6 I try not to spill every detail but have. chapter 7 I do not know why anyone should merit this pain. chapter 8 I seek reason to fix the heart and mind from a dark bellow in fellow.

Kingdom of Hearts. part 2.

Basically this requires an event called the Banquest of the Kingdom of Hearts were basically all old ideas are going to be completed and bring even further content ahead. For Match and MM culture has been decided they will be made into books instead of an actual blog run first.

Idk if you know but there is already like a MZODERN graphic I worked on this summer as well as upcoming mornings project among others.

Ch1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7 ch 8 These previous posts are lists and for the sake of the content; not much is to be revealed now like I would not reveal the ending of some main header series that have been eluded in mystery until now. Removing the mystery element in favor for funs and showing is not the ideal. extra two chapters; ( might be released as two large events). ch 9 planned regrets. ch 10 conclusion

MK MZODERN REVIVAL 2018 E. Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 13, 2018 This is a revival that has been two years in the making and basically I have been learning on how to tell the story of the blog in a manner which would be most effective for people to know about it and what it most best stands for and such of that effect and fact of the revival. There is something truly about Mindgames you should know. It is only the opener for the true story to talk about such manners called Protics and all the while in this time of trying to figure out how to preserve the blog in another format- I was working on this high detailed plan. You see by now, several worlds of the Mindgames already exist.

The first one. That debuts the idea.

The 2nd one that tries to continue the idea.

The 3rd one abstracts that idea.

The 4th one tries to make it a bit different.

The 5th one contains a persona reference.

The 6th one has a link in to technogothica. the magazine one or the 7th one basically recaps and expands on the first, but says that all you get. the 8th one says that its more real life and the past is revealed and so is the future,( jan and feb 2017) the fall arc one uses the idea of the games of Persona and makes it like a persona game.

The 9th one is Protics and is basically the first one but with different characters and expands more due to this and just says it as it is presented.

The 10th one for kicks is simply the Protics but the characters readded so you get the full on truth.

And so we cross 10 worlds in our venture and most practically it took a lot to do all this but the spawn of tea is a grand method that allows you to actually think about what you are doing and all of its possibilities and pick the best one that at similarity falls in line to be the greatest because of all the previous work done on all other editions.

However, that is not the entire point of this blog's new reinnovation. I decided that a book was the best all the while in this work for this website, I was going to call it Ap fuckfest but for the sake of it I will not call it that but leave that for another venture.

I started MK MZODERN adventures to bring this subject to light of a book and that first book in which you can see the outline for on this particular blog will be called; Mood Morning and will feature content from about at least 8/1/2013 to the end of that year. I will be telling you also that you can find the songs of the past in grand director detail to become something of music videos based on lyrics with no music at all. Or grand scenes of wonder. You will find that I am going into the different direction from the past and peg for something of wonder and direction in the sum of a written form.

Quiet frankly; this ends the era of the past and now I want to say that I cannot talk about the particulars of my own stuff outside of this blog anymore and have moved to specialize on these stories told by images and direction. So its kinda of a cinematic thing that is coming up to emphasize a way of doing...that can reap grand benefits for the users.

So with that the new MK MZODERN will be about different stories and events in a manner not thought of before.

mm culture varieties Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018

meadow rainpunk wildberry sea.

12 Knights of Rosewood.prelude to greenport.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 I often by day 7 that writing about days is so vital but maybe might help if it was oriented towards me and my family. Or rather those whom which of 1886 I write and ride with and of. I am Cjristina Mcalkiimickenzie and my pals ride in rosewood looking for the greenier things in life.

Maybe you will find our mornings better with us around.

Mornings updater.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 Ta da- a normal new segment of Mornings begins and one which includes a new group of characters to be seen in a story that will led to a later on event that links over to Polards and all else Inrest has thus begun this time in this new segment. The first arcs of Inrest will be Artemis and the next will be Imagica and the last to be featured here will be Buildica. You will just have to see what direction it all comes and goes. Many songs will get direction as well with new elements of grand stories.

Well that's it for the updater the end.

day 7 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 Dijenia Marmoores and Adamime Westwayne rush the avenue of the drinks and the bars.

Running around and stealing the drinks and meeting up once or twice.

First diagonal across the pond of Draimai and into the Draimia i work stalls and were the butcher is having a drink at the bar. The people are smiling and he ," ada" steals the beer and the bear mascot cheers him on.

Damian is kicked over by Dijenia and Holly and Tolly Mitcher try to catch him. In the Mall Malt shop. Two drinks are stolen.

Draimai kicks Ada out and he runs past the Moxy girls and runs into Dijenia chased by Damian.

They continue to cross each other as they evade and there is a parade of sorts and people are running and they return inside around the same time.

Dijenia and Adamime pause to remember when in the chase they thought about each other.

Ada hangs out with his friends during the meet and then meets up with Dijenia yet again.

For a moment they think about it all.

day 8 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 Andy and Casey the wrong pair they said never would it be. That they were not profound symmetry and then he the loner found her the night and down in elevator it was all right adventures and adventures to floors that you never thought would ever be, that down the train of the thoughts the memories and the paradises all in the nightscape of the eyes even if only during the day.

Away from the darkness is the say of the day of night in which they hold hands so tight through their eyes and their own might against the enemy not so clearly seen and one that tries to break in between for nerve action and brain action sex and multiple attraction- a social atomic refraction using the people as the particles to give the obstacles to their lives and use it to control their lives!

In the nightscape the intent is to go and all for spent to take off and kill them all those who truly love another not hear that they can...

Tear the eyes away in hopes they will once meet again.

But never the same again...

day 9

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 Christina and Percy are the ones who do not have to say anything at all and do not have to look the other way they are lost in the dream home of the dorms of their rooms though. Thought, catch the rifle and they will only catch to make amends with the thought they are the lucky few not in the center of demon's view.

Of how demons lurk and people chirp and the people never realized how demonic it was that the demons just enslaved folk and not so released from their humanity at all and if not different at from them.

Christina and Percy would have it to ride their motorcycles in pride and leave everyone in dust and shove it in their face of how good their reality is that no one bothers them for being alone because they came so knit together and forget everyone who is not so fucking close together.

Thought, catch the rifle. Of the darkness and the waves of the sequence of evil and maybe they will fire only so readily and such of such and such they do not even realize like everyone probably does that this place is a warzone that preys on love at all and makes people into the fold and into the fall of death. And frankly just live so nicely while everyone cannot reach for the sake of having their last breaths as they enjoy their college day!

Andy and Casey could never be so eager and so angry at all. Noticing they could not move on.

And thus decided to move on to where they could naturally find the sky again.

Day 10.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 I asked her one time and we embraced...brutal release of the want that was held in me at least I knew and from there I began to see the truth as from that embrace of love the light of the truth was illuminated. Illuminated such that the hostility and sure brutality of what was going on was revealed and neither of us could ever hid what we did or what we knew because this had us together already.

And even though the people around were curious not of their surroundings it became true of what we saw was real. And however she choose to do her thing, she did it but I choose to make life better for everyone and I could recall her crying out and she would brace herself and I would be able to see the true from the fake in that instance. And I wonder if she realized it too at that moment.

The truth was that lies floated through the air and this place was a very literal messed up place and one such messed up that only the work of a literature, a book or masterpiece encounter of hearted acts could set it free.

I felt my body be freed from these constant reminders of loneliness. And for us never was it the same again when we fought for the right to speak our minds and hearts as they are and not as potentials for toy makers of grand hostility and grand unrest and distrust and uncivility. We fought for about 2 years before they began their move. One that left me pinned under boulders and she was forced to climb against the bears. I had fallen for other women and we never spoke about our "act" and I had all but absolved the chance to talk to these women for the danger we so equally faced of them believing in these lies and become apart of these lies so deeply and so dangerously against what is really there at all.

I had been doing a rock show from a very groove show ever since that time I fell out of that place in harm and decided to hone my craft and to my surprise she had followed me behind and really I never could find her as she was there as she had taken up a new name and identity called Cjristina. My name was Percy yet it was like Mercy now and I would not go down...for I had a life to live, a rock show to hear again and finally put this all behind us. I would make sure of that just for her who had come to be in this way of life with me on her own even so, its not right for us to fight when no one should be trying to control the light... to pitch it dark and twilight it so that dark is... the light.

I moved the boulders one by one and it took nearly two years and when I awoke my body was in pain but in pain in which I knew was good. I was alive and not dead. And then I recollected what had happened in the struggle.

Near the ending she came to me and in we tossed our weapons and played the song of our act again.

And the song had changed into a more longing one, however we did not have the luxury of falling out of the day to rest in the night and warm thoughts. Maybe the cold would force them anyways. But I am still confused as ever but even there with her, those were the better days.

day 11.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 Grip of King in the Gospel they would sing and then they say and then they know and then they are so kind and filtered these three girls do not know what the romantics mean yet and they never forget when a piece of candy of the corn comes and tickles the eye and tickles the mind below.

The candy of the corn can pluck their strings they sure know and one surely does have such ideas for real communicated across the surreal. A day that was never ever forgotten when they came across the man named Caine Abrusereire. This Cjristina, Perca and Anna could never wonder far from this site as it was the best sense of freedom of their romantics senses. To be able to choose and for he to always appear...!

Grip of King in the Gospel they would sing. The Colliding of the darkness and shadow of the mind and heart of the darkness of this place will it eclipse what might happen if more time. But he left and there is only rain and the darkness and the voices arise as the mall lurkers arise as the world turns to the sharp pitch of tragedy only in a forced fight with their selves seemingly younger forced to team together. Shape together with the people of the hearts and dragon pine and pop tarts of a biker gang.

The day of the fallen one he rose one day in meadows and he came back and sung them down and with a struck of the lighting they were gone. They were gone. They were gone. They were gone... and the story tried to continue on of their darkness but it was eventually evident they had begun to die again... and die again they did. However the longing in their eyes has found one such thing more of hope and ponder.

day 12 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 14, 2018 Welcome to mm, a broken scene of a town spew all through, long ago but not that long ago.

An enchantress of green seed called Malibane came and erased the day. Not long ago but long that ago. Long ago that ago.(link) Here a race car driver must team up with those whom he never thought he team up with just to find the rest and save their ideal way of living and not as Malibane's slaves. The battle in the pines begins and neither and none are certain to survive. Especially with the hard damages and such.

What happened to the place of the Elkimionowood Ct.? The race care driver Claire Mints was a fanciful myst have and must have guy. Never associated in the realms of the mystical or so he thought. He actually was the Nocrsider Rumblehue. His women Detina Mick and Ashleickn Maggtere were the best of the pals however met with Malibane and thus this event that destroyed the town started at a particular Halloween party that seemed to be targeted by Malibane.

It seems that this tale needs some clarity of how we even get to here; stay tuned for the clearing of the schedule for greenport and then Polards.

day 13.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 15, 2018 Waiting for you to reply.

Days and days and days and days.

Only one word or only two.

Just to think you follow but you never do.

Oh, I have given up on you and I have come back to, again and again.

I just sit in bed dead and dead, not as alive as I was before and certain hatred for the forces wicked and unreached.

My balls are broken by dangerous women who appreciate nothing but their advantage.

All this and that. I have just wasted time to be with you it is to seem and when I say its not.

There is a glimmer of hope but that hope is crushed by your response.

You will never remember and do not want to.

Oh, well that's on you for letting people control you.

And certain perceptions to make you a red rope rag doll.

I write and I write, I have not written a book about you yet but I certainly will.

As long as I wait I only grow more correct. Thank you for showing me the truth, however if that includes you or not, is simply and truly up to you now.

I can not tell anyone how to live their life. Just how is it truly up to you; acknowledge your truth and set yourself free...

Be right for me and I'll catch you, you'll see.

Be a ragdoll and I will never be free.

days of a week except 19 14 to 21m8.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 15, 2018

New mk mzodern? (!)

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 15, 2018 Do you like the new mk mzodern well the fun is not over yet.

I think I will continue to tell of the Mornings. Mornings are such fun I tell you

and really I would usually conclude after a large event like this of a Week of Mornings.

But I want to focus on a story. That actually happened in the news and make it more better and defined and posh. This is a large change as many stories happen in this area of the world this particular story happens in South Africa and at H&M stores. Will tell of a second ideal of particular story quill and I think it will be a large deal. I will call it HER & MIRE Fallout.

There has been a 12 knights piece and now a Her and Mire fallout.

The inrest I will explain here will continually define itself over the basis of the old news stories and build up a world since then with the element of Triple and the B.A. D story arcs and is basically the second book of MK MZODERN! Yes, I state this because the different characters have never been shown particularly in this light of this world.

The book after this will be about Moira and the different worlds developed in the fall of 2014 and the summer rather or rather the updated stories of these ideals.

I think in the next day you will find the expansion of ideas extreme, but I know what exactly to do now so there will no longer be any hesitation on what to do for a very long time even after the books are done. However, if you are looking for personal connections in these books and who represent who and why, that is not mainly what these two next books are about but rather on the matter each book states.

In the ben bonus of all this; there are differences in between how Inrest was when the blog started and how it is now. There were many classes of characters with each their own distinct look and frankly I modeled many of Inrest at point to match Neopets and its news for its content.

And so technically what you see before you is in part of how a game gave inspiration to have a fictional news source.

But the news will change as in the modern I have changed all classes to be of 9 classes only simply because I have changed the dynamic and changed it from what it once was.

What to learn here; mk mzodern adventures 2: inrest mk mzodern adventures 3;myrest moira.

Inrest includes story of Triple.

Inrest has B. A. D story arcs.

After Week of Mornings- a Her and Mire story.

Greenport and Mindgames.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 15, 2018 I want to look back and tell of Mindgames. I originally made Mindgames to follow the suit of Lezhin comics usually having 70 or so serials. But I have looked back on the original idea and decided the story just needs to be a series of battles with pockets of time to rest and reflect but only a short bit and really this works for the dynamic of the original Mindgames drawn on the computer, however I find drawing on the computer to be an acquired skill and not anything people should rely on. Its quiet a waste of time and you do not get the feel of paper and really it has it own toxic culture of procrastination and over worked hands that does not sit well with me.

I am going to say something you will never ever hear anyone say. " I can do ten pages in a week" some people say " my quality is good". I am going to say that in this world getting a story out the most accurately and well as you can without it being stagnated or too fast is what you need to go for and people who have this adage of days equaling page amounts and make excuses and always show their craft miss an element of a true artist in my opinion. The honesty that you want to do it all in a day. Many people struggle with creativity and its like they question if they have the gift. I am saying why question when you do have the gift and can use you gift to create propellers to say " get to the chopper" or reach a deadline?

These people not know what they want of theirselves, they do not construct anything like an assemble line for their creative works and frankly sit on ideas and waste them. No idea is ever wasted and that you will know in the MK MZODERN books because I make sure I keep up on the promise.

When I say I can make all these pages, no one wants to bite because they are too close minded and too scared. I used to think of solely operating on commissions but the current operation is to focus on self sufficiency through views and recognition of work by selling books of the brand and not letting people brand it for theirselves in their own personal visits here. I tell you what is modern for me, and not the other way around so people do not get clever ideas that I mean things that are not dictated here when I only mean what I mean and what I mean. Is that the industry is so bad, that people lack confidence to go for their dreams when their dreams are reachable with the proper logistics. That power over a medium is so controlled that people lack options and solutions and frankly you cannot tell anyone you innovate anything because they doubt you anyways until they see and take advantage.

The industry is so dark and depressed that people. Make excuses for their one a day work and their social media bling a day stuff. I try to be social but never of social media, I almost went that route in the revival since the start of 2017 but decided solely against it. For the reason is that simply wasting time on marketing yourself as what you are not takes away from your actual

skills and talents working for your favor on projects you need to complete and really do not need to show off artwork that is not helpful to the continuation of your brand ideally. Ideally to the point of where you only draw for people and never yourself. I say that in finality, people who just are proud with a page a day or some nonsense like that and seriously take a fucking week for some bad script that is just a repeat of whatever modern storytelling entails, are going no where but procrasination ville.

I am not serious- I know this for a truth and for a fact and these people who are so adamantly proud of one day a page are not real comic book artists who actually want to survive. If you do not notice, the real oppressors of the comic book industry change their format ever so years to match that of the lesser competitor and the ethics of the competitor. Most likely a good example is Squirrel Girl and the art style used inside is basically an upgraded style from that of an indie online comic book creator who takes days to make this book which takes the marvel creators similar only a day in equivalence. In actuality, the entire person's comic book career is basically all the work that can be found in one book by a Marvel or DC creative team or drawer in the sum of days if not months. Basically one a day for an indie on their series is equivalent to one book for the big league people who actually believe in theirselves and many people do not need people in the comments kissing their ass for them to believe or work. Maybe for people who are inexperienced but after a while, you do need to fess up and stop degrading yourself to match the benefit of what you think is superior and just do superior.

I say this why; its just sad when you see these people proud over their lives being the sum of wasted movement that makes nothing easier for anyone just helps them pay some of their bills and does nothing more and it certainly does not fulfill their requirements of what they want to do with their gift. The creative slump is nothing more than a mental impediment to make yourself seem so special in the midst of such darkness as an industry in which you seem to not realize is responsible for your lack of self resolve and might be said education in sorts. But reality no one is as special as they think. To be given such time to be a piece of bullshit to be giving off time for their dream from an oppressor competitor in the sense to say that you are not the quality of them. And not the quality but not a comic book artist at all. You cannot be second guessing yourself. You either are or are not and there is such a lack of resolve there are not artists at all.

Willing to even dream of doing more pages than a day at all. And if it makes me pink wagon blue dotted boy and who licks icecream upside down so be it because its time for people to take the charge back of their own mental health and stop letting media guide them around the court of their lives to their deaths. There is nothing beautiful about this beautiful waste. This medium murke culture needs to end and the way it is end is calling it out as it is.

Adhering to the comic genre or any companies request that treats its indie communities in its vicinity of market are not those you should even follow and such. I refuse to associate with comics any longer. The business is so fucked up you just cannot win. So instead I focus on the craft of comics and nothing more than creating stories to practice craft and if I ever say I open commissions; its for artwork and not for comics. Why, because comics are already a dead industry. Hardly anyone can learn the craft and even if you could learn from Marvel or whatever none of it would be worthwhile. Movements and stuff? That is the stuff of bullshit, there is a thing called over sensationalism and movements are just that. Old people in the past had nothing of movements of pop culture bliss. It was all on paper and people followed it devotedly and that

is why society is why it is today because people followed what they did in the past. To the point generation after generation it became a religion and if not at the start was something of a discipline to live your life a certain way. Now people are losing that ability for the sake of uprooting religion gone wrong and its quiet sad when you can be so misguided and think you are doing well but are doing the very bare minimal for anything in which you are to be held seriously for.

I could also chase to the ends of the earth and say how comics of the west basically just waste too much to be even profitable and even taken serious as an actual profession. You make stories for a living and basically just make half baked stories and seem to want to add this or that element but fail to do so for some laughable excuse just because you have the leyway to do so, well actually its just a waste. And that leyway is just lost profits in which you pay for triple by fans and then movie adaptions. Wonder why movies are not so well adapted is because the stories are half made and only made to fit a standard of what these characters were of the past.

These characters I mean are the ones who you find on a tee shirt and basically are their own fucking logo. You can be high and mighty and have all this leyway but it just turns you out into an egostical jerk who squashes people with better buisness plans just for the sake of you turning out these stories cut corners to cookie cutter designs of these characters with logos. And everything else on that page does not become used for another cookie or another sugar cookie.

The dough is tossed and so rushed it is to toss that of which could be another one or two series which could give more influence to the stories already made in the 1st cutout. But hurry to put these cookies out with these new flashy ideas that you do not let them cook and your customers and fans spit them out like garbage and basically people will get tried of comic book movies and where is your revenue. Oh, in the trash and basically if you know rely on movies to support you thinking the buzz is going to last from these medium murke society in which you have helped build your own misconceptions about keep on going. Because one you launch into the spaceship and its gets wrecked there will be no one there to save you and nothing to fall back on.

And vanish the grand craft of comics will just up and vanish when its held by two companies solely who have any sort of confidence to make things happen. And these comics will just basically become another movement to bring back... in which no one will succeed because no one of this medium murk culture could truly care about the comics as they are as a craft needing discipline and grand respect to command.

So that is frankly why I scoff at people who support one a day comics and just bluntly throw shit at people who view as if it is the greatest thing, secondly expect to fit into a society in which they have already decided they are trash and lastly will never support being called a comic book artist simply because its a dying medium headed for a big crash. A might be said in stock terms or a stock manner of meanings, a major fucking downturn in which it will crash and meltdown and never restore itself.

Greenport simply is saying of how comics are just a sport and anything can be included within even ambitions of the past and not requirement to be cookie cutter this or that at all as well or at all. Mindgames I have made to be without the need of Lezhin and thus is smaller. about 30 serials only. Other editions have been longer but this one is to mirror the first attempt and give an ending and continuation within from which the original leaves off. Frankly in which someone reveals their true nature. This is alot but I think there needed to be a post on this all/

day 22.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 15, 2018 It was the sake of hope and sake of ambition. That I even mentioned to reach to contact her.

Not a mention was returned for a long while and I felt as if I had lost out on holding onto whatever happiness was from not saying or doing anything at all but that is no way to live.

She talked over span of hesitated steps. First an acceptance made me warm and I felt as if my wish had been granted, so happy I was. Such happiness made me realize that her response could be clarified as rude and really showed she knew nothing of what was going on. At least I have her right there, I would say but then I would remember how fickle this technology is in revealing real feelings and being anything of any use for relationships. But really; I had waited and waited and worked and worked and she only had to say that. Just for that I just lost it and I could not support her any longer.

But then another knock came, only one more word and as pathetic as it was, I felt hope again.

And then again I answered and she responded in one word and then when it was not worthwhile to say anything at all but some more words. I guess. I just hung in there for the hell of it.

But if people refuse to even speak to you for a week; they really don't care and just want to be left alone. Or either are too busy but in my introspection I believe it to be too late. For any nice sympathy to be portrayed as this relationship being mendable. When it cannot be. When people refuse to give talents to truth and go out of their way for unspeakable harm, no longer can I just treat this as normal. When it is not. And will never accept it as such.

After being beaten and abused and step over and stepped upon I say that enough is enough, I have done nothing wrong and really; its everyone else's fault for letting such evil just run amuck and think its funny. I have no reason to put up with nonsense. I have no reason to be treated even as such and want to declare that there will never be an ending up until the day of real retribution.

I just cannot deal with the over all evil and jackassery of folks so egoed in red and so terrorists they wish people dead in their own efforts and own acts.

day 23 absolute gutsy.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 15, 2018 I saw her at this odd clothe and decor store and thought she was with her boyfriend, I obviously thought of my commitment and kept thoughts away of jealousy and what not. And tried solely to be of this purpose of which I only knew how I was going to end it; disappointed but maybe not. I would keep on thinking of this strange place and the strange circumstance of my life at that winter end. It was last year around this time actually it was a sunday after a moving there was a several set of outings I was forced out to be on.

I then saw her again and then the ice in my head started to melt and I started to think more, I tried to distract myself and then I saw her yet again and tried to detract attention from myself by looking at suitcases why? Because I wanted to get as far away from there as possibly as I could. I could not be selfish; if I broke every promise what would anything mean? But I felt this burning deep inside that I told to shut up. I told you dammit, not a word.

Then I see her at the front and then I realized she worked there and then all the thoughts vomited out and I was relieved and then I was not at all. I was not at all revealed because now I felt so strongly and the chances of the promise were fading away but all the while I kept holding onto the promise and only lightly thought.

But as the night passed and I was attacked in rain I believe started to poor in the cold weather leaving that grocery store and on the way home, I thought of her and the thoughts of her seemed to naturally over power the promise. I began to say; " I do not even remember what the promise was about". But I saw the face briefly and I could not play it off.

The thoughts had passed long after I had defeat the enemy...and when I would listen to the nu 80s music of syths and vapor wave. I found myself thinking of how beautiful life is for all these different opportunity and I drunk my rootbeer in peace and reflected on these thoughts. Maybe if I felt so strongly I was making a mistake. I stayed up all night and I felt myself once again thinking of her and I could not escape, I cursed. I laid in my bed and did not even get to fall asleep. The weather was bad and I looked at the tv with my fellow mate and I wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep. Perhaps in a place where she was...maybe if I could stay there forever. The promise was still held in my hands and it stayed that way until this very day...the promise was so broken and so beaten it had ceased to exist as it was. Betrayed it was, I never got the response I expected from the other partner in the promise, and basically clueless they were at how hard I just tried. The promise went up in smoke.

And I felt a revenge grip for a certain place at a certain length of time to this time. And the heart for the girl I repressed went wild...as if free.

But if I could feel love for a girl and act to preserve it for four years and then thought no more promises and no more trust; is it so wrong what I did originally? Fall in love and act on it?

I reason quickly no, why? Because the world of this winter is yellow and orange and white and blue

and I can declare love for all or none of anyone. And not expect a thing! My love is true and I do not have to apologize for anything at all. But nor longing hiding and thinking these feelings were wrong.

Should I have acted when I first got them?

day 25 inrest Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 I cannot go to sleep. I cannot go to work. The place of that place is dead and so are the memories.

The place of which had been that place where I once saw her and somehow got picked for the job was amazing yet I never got her. I let her slip away for another cooler dude they would say.

My siblings Temari and Abari all work in finance and I look for Megan and that Koti Mcakbarai.

In my sleep of nightmares and sleep of terrible dreams and discover how badly. That Mall area has haunted me. How that district is and is not for me. And how people glossed over my humanity even just to be funny.

Anmati Andrews and that Park Wrongk appear sometimes at the store and I get the vibe that the store manager has something to do with how they seem to treat me and then I see these couples treated in the similar hands picking over matter. As if to try and define if they are meant or not together only to try to control them. Go away where there is not this culture of that mall atmosphere and you'll see that its only there in which they do this. I cannot and no longer take this.

One day I find the manager and this lower coworker talking about how they do all these things to people and coworkers and I pretend to be silent and slowly leave for the day as if they had forgotten to let up on their act when they were absolutely sure no one else where there. But maybe that was their intention. I find that objects are dizzying and that a train is coming for me and someone pulls me out of the way and out of inrest.

I fall and I remember I am no longer in the streets, I am in this strange strawberry and orange room with this girl called Strengah Strenah Matiabimiu. Who tells me of the folklore of these dangerous places. We hang out for a while and she sends me back to work. Not one day later, a strange news breaks of how the store just bluntly put a racist marketing front...and then one day later, the protests broke out and the store was broke into and torched.

I tried to escape but however Matiabimiu arrived to lead me out. Later I joined the protests in gratitude and then they decided to close the shops, maybe I will never see that other girl again but who could care. Even if Matiabimiu is elusive and confused with Matiabimiuyu I will continue again.

day 26 days of depression.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 I started to feel depressed after the august 1st and that Sunday I realized I had not won and had basically wasted so much time on something in which was not really beneficial and then I pondered at the wrong that had been done to me. And realized I had done nothing wrong I would not be moved.

People tried to move me and insult me, but I would not be insult me. People ignored me and what I needed. People laughed at me and insulted me even further. People did not even look at me as a human at all. These people tried to be later friendly with me.

I just had tried to live life in this time and tried to get something of romantic and sexual but it did not work at all. I was heavily targeted in my work of mornings and I found there were attractive girls so scared away even if I gave them a chance...just to see what would happen. However no one cared.

No one gave a damn and even worse people do not care about humanity and selfishly ruined my own fun for their own tantrums. If not my own plans. These people could not care about anything and the same people I wanted nothing to do with they did not understand their position and just attacked me as if rational and sane. But they were anything but of sane.

Through the mornings I would notice beauty and then remember something and something was of the life and death struggle in which they brought at all. These people invade lands and spread terror just to be funny and it is insane. Why would you think people like being murdered? And turned into your puppets? As well as watching their friends and family and community being butchered and murdered.

I struggle to get better as their attack continues but you see I just lose so much trust in humanity and people at all that at this; there is seriously something wrong in a society in which promotes psychopaths to do whatever they want to whom ever they want as if a devil trying to be god.

The holidays were not holidays and whatever they were; were washed up days I could not even process where I was and everything was a mission.

That year I learned how lost the education system is and the morals behind it and I had no more motivation to waste anymore time there in a place where I was not welcomed.

How I was reminded of the times of promise and happiness by feet that hit rain touched grounds and was inspired to write again and fix my problems and not be taken over by nonsense.

I wrote and wrote and the writing became a battle. I started to end the fight and now with the writings I end the fight...

Changes seen.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018

The last few posts have been the most high volume viewed places I have seen ever on this site's being and I am sure that there will be more views for the content to come. Before I fit in the next H&M base, I am going to talk about greenport and do greenport activities and talk about the distant past and what ever created the forces of Kyeombi. And the further objectives after that. In this instance Inrest and the Inrest column will be created and such will be the entirety of what is important here to realize is that-none of this ever came easy and if anything when I studied it all people were honesty demons who only wanted to destroy your work and honestly I avoid such people who just want to destroy your work. And mock you. The savage truth is in the journey of creativity you are alone and your family is not your ally. Even if they do help you in a certain manner, you are really not creating your material and relying on them for their creative input which is different for doing it for yourself.

I warn you that many things were different in the past and life was not even bright as a child. The original Kyeombi stories were actually not called Kyeombi until after a Hurricane made things too dark to bare and I needed a bigger escape from this horrid reality. And the actually previous form was called Smile which is the basis for Cosmica. Actually Cosmica was a story supposed to tell about how dark my early creations were and what they meant was not sensored by child well being charms but spoke the exact truth to a certain meaning and were absolutely blunt. And actually Slayers of Wolve 2 was called the Three Amigos and was not bright and good for a children's story and was actually violent. The graphic version I made earlier last year tones down the violence but the dynamics were much darker than ever could be imagined. What I am going to say is quiet striking as Inrest was actually called Faces back then and spoke of dark stories like sexual abuse and all these things I saw that no one dared to speak about. And their " Faces" were actually their inner selves displayed in a world much like our own but different. The updates will be about how greenport reflects on this time in which I was basically forced to wrestle with a large wolf and kill it to continue to live and basically; I derived the name for Slayers of Wolve from this very equatable feel.

How I battled and battled and eventually reached my resolution and thus my solution and how basically no one supported me and I was all on my own and stayed that way for years and years until I gave myself illusion of romantic grand until I fought and fought here and here. And ever so much fought even more. Such that I say if you really do not want to hear about terrible childhood instances and times of preservation and sincerity to conquest evil and the small times you could be a child at all- do not read this upcoming at all. I am bluntly serious. The effects of the childhood story make even what the modern story is about even worse in realization of the grim reality real youth now and in the past faced to even make a story or even have something akin to a career in comics or art or making stories of any sort.

What I am saying is this change of her is too much for the previous standard of MK MZODERN and changes so much that reality cannot be seen the same afterward now knowing the previous happenstances before and leading to the creation of the site and events during the site's creation.

I actually built up mm culture to be the last sweet story ending arc before I get into more serious projects; projects that may as well just change everything about the artistic landscape and evolve it.

I perhaps wanted to addle with a darker story after called Molanda however, people have pissed me off and I do not feel like doing that long story on this blog without a graphic narrative. I would do this so you could expect the darkness to increase but I did not work out as I planned

but there is plenty of darkness but I wish to convey a message that brings glory to darkness and thus a warning as I was originally going to say. The face of the mall brand like H&M might be pretty on the outside but on the inside it is pretty ugly. Much can be said about life and people in general.

day 27 motorcycle and the pale rider.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018

There was a flood and the valley of the hillway near the canyons and the mountains of the archipelago flatts of the pine and yet frosty cactus dune and the offshore reaches of a beach where distant striped lovers played. The day was full of surprise and air tight need. The bodies of the mountain were in the joy of kites and she held onto him.

However there was a flood, a large one with papercraft bones that survived the impact of the water and stayed their papercraft form. I recon that there was a desert in the eye of the maiden and one of a horizon that spells skulls, she kicked him off and took the reigns and he floated into the bones and instead of setting off into the sun together, he sarcifirced his all and bluntly gave ever romantic bone in his body and everything for her and all his hard work, she stole. She stole it and never gave it back.

The bones of the papercraft form and he lay dying in the stream, a red across the blue and pale aqua tinged with green and then pink until the water was red. She rode grabbing the motorcycle and sped forth with all his talents and his worth meant for them but now only meant for her. The cards of entertainment to bigio one and the cards of soelime to the closet of red tech and the the card of movies gone wild in mega mede. All the cards and all the guns and all the snacks and all the money and all the books and all his hard work were taken on this motorcycle and she would not stop until she was satisfied with the answer. That she had made a big steal, she stole his heart so much he sacrificed his life. And only look back for one momentary slow goodbye where their eyes collected slowly and she gunned forth and left him to ask a sentence in which she would never respond..." why are you so heartless?"

Not noticing this of the cliff that just appeared in blockbuster yellow tape and black as if mandated by heaven, the motorcycle fell off the edge of the cliff of this edge sudden to the road.

She fell off the motorcycle and the motorcycle went off the road. He wanted to yell and she wanted to scream.

His body caught up to her and he was already nearly dead. And he still looked at her with icy eyes and in her dying moments of all these items and all these cards and all of this and all of that, and the motorcycle, in front of them both. She realized she had just be surviving off the kindness and hearth of one person and never once appreciated the standard of life he gave her in a place torn of a warzone. She never recognized his sacrifice, and rather took off with all the stuff he had warping his kindness and his love for selfish ideology and simply cruelty to recognize his own feelings as they should humanely be recognized and not a person to give some half ass, " yealet's ride the thing".

Or "yep". " yes" and while he would say such beautiful things, " I would promise myself to her faithful for 4 fucking years if not 5." And " I know there is someone so beautiful within and I will not be spoiled from seeing that as naturally she is" Lack of conviction and lack of anything worthwhile he found in his death and all he did was waste time. She would look at him in this dizzy moment while she went awol in the 5 seconds in a curve bell hopping and he was impaled and the flood continued to push them out to sea. " I love you" she said to a dead body. And cried as the flood of pale salty eyes reached the flood. And then the motorcycle exploded and all the happiness and all the future exploding of what they could have been. And she screamed. And not even he was there to save her.

Somehow they landed on a beach. She was still alive. But instead this time she had slashed his neck. And she was on the beach all alone as not even a siren would call. She would try to fix the wound on his neck but it would never come back to full form.

They were back on the motorcycle and instead he had begun to talk again and she was relieved.

However there was an over arch arc and the rocks came in front of them and he jutted past it to their home to be. And it was like life had continued. If only and only if they were together and he worked with ethic for her and she respected and worked for him...

Only could the story of the palerider and the motorcycle ever be so true, because in her dreams she dreams forever of different scenarios and which to have no end regardless of whatever she is to do.

She will never be able to go back and once she never goes back, she is her forever and the only release is nothing at all. Because she'll never make the right decision to go with the right rider.

And this rider will always never appreciate her worth. Never make her happy and never go through hell for her. And never be anyone but a nuisance. Who bangs so frequently out of the context of their acceptance and thus she just lays thinking and breathing of all this time she has wasted. On games and games and games and never seeing the truth. She will breathe easy in danger curiosity and never be free at all. But what she will most think of is that if he had gone with her, he would still be devote to her and even if was dead, she could always say that he was for her and thus he becomes god to this girl and an idol in which she'll forever seek in her own dreams. If not younger individuals and leading one thing to another, she is still trapped. She is still locked in this dream and never to wake up and she died when she bluntly rejected his every meaning when it was her embrace that welcomed him on and he was only being perfect normal in his manner to a woman who he would easily walk hell for.

Easily ignore everyone else committing romantic suicide for which ever golden chances his fading youth has! She could never realize her death was when she betrayed someone she set up so kindly to fall just by forgetting them as a person and not a culture. Rely to betray any promise he had set in his head to see her when it was safe....but just plain act confused and regret and betray and led his heart so fucking astray. That he has nothing and no one at the end of the day...!

She died when she failed to recognize his true worth at all.

And her death may or may not continue. As she still lives and breathes to try and remember and recollect her old self....!

Greenport.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 (LINK) This greatly inspires the song and anthem of Greenport and you can only get it by that song alone.

I say that I started this journey of creating stories with paper and pencil and legoes. Legoes were the number one hobby of mine as a kid and I would at the particular time of which this to be mentioned; I used to listen to the radio and this would be one of my favorite songs and it carried an inspiring message; one that I even listen to today. Why? Just listen to the song and figure "its pretty inspirational". The story of Greenport will explain the dark instances of the american education system and how desperately dark people are to hinder youths and hide truths of their own involvement in teaching which I will blankly say is all for money and nothing else. If not some else.

And will focus around one character called Spider and the cast will expand each post. There will be 18 posts. All fitted with an explanation of circumstances and that is it for the intro.

Run 6 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 Have decided to finish one book and that is basically the objective of this run.

But however the set up is to be leisurely and healing. And definitely with no plan nor purpose or deadline, just like you use colorbooks; this does the same thing.

Things of lists: things you forgot in 2006 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 Kyle XY was a cool show.

These teenage culture shows like Forever 21 and stuff started to become more popular.

Bionicle commercial with All American Rejects song. listening to radio to 3 am.

Blue October into the ocean. having only one person you will admit liking. watching saturday morning cartoons. the deny of cable: no Kyle XY except special friday deal. your virginity. Girl smelled terrible of hell and torment and talked about parties with friends.

Online games.

Field day.

Neopets.

Animating goals. sleeping just enough to say you hate being woken up.

The thrill of night before friday and saturday and thursday.

Painful sexual urges and changing body.

A chance at thinking the world is not fucked up more what you think.

Books are entertainment, legoes are story and drawing is for a story yourself making.

Wanting to animate.

Good radio.

day 28 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 Thinking of the proudness of Layla Mavayebeth, she placed one leg out boldy so I could she her calf to the left. This was in the locker room, " want to grab it?"

I gently refused and said I had only happened into this steamy room of girls on accident following in by Grimey Spider pushing me in.

The girls looked at me with refined quality as they got dressed and did nothing but stare and I stood there with my eyes then closed and said, " Look I know," The place was very misty. "I'm not supposed to be here".

Someone kissed me it was of Layla Mayayebeth. "you know". she smiled.

Merodic Red near her touched me, "nobody has to know they let us do anything here".

And that is how I became popular with the cheerleaders and the volleyball players.

- Spider.

Greenport explanation: I mean in the 2006 year there was Grey's Anatomy and all this interest in including sex in dramas to a rate like never before and it was certainly strange to where kissing people was as far as it would usually go on tv shows, But here is where the change really occurred. Sex appeal of doctors and sex appeal of Vampires. If I am to remember the Twilight was released as a book and I happened to look at the book at a bookfair and think it is certainly an interesting turn on dracula. I did not see why people would hate it later on. As truly, this was great changing stuff.

And for this story I wanted to encourage a sexual element that reveals the excitement and change in morality as people watched these shows and read books that said it was okay to overtly sexualize and act on their fantasies.

day 29 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 16, 2018 A rose garden were in a gated area of which Percy of Rose owned, Cjristina and Christina and all her friends would join together in glorious song and glorious curiosity practicing with their wands for an upcoming challenge, Spider would arrive and try to join them but they usually mocked and laughed at him for not having his own wand and he was never help in their

adventures. Such help he was that the girls thought he was just there to be toyed with and so he was secretly toyed with until Percy discovered the immoral actions of his members and sent Spider away and out.

Spider found himself hanging with the likes of his sister Mindy and her boyfriend Alred Pennys.

They came across Dokkota Marce and Jimmina Gracer who become their quick friends. As well as Alice Greenwell who also becomes their friend. In the Rue Racer Month touranment of race rides with the Rue Racer and the Pit of Snakes( Epreisa Gartez, Malcomn Blackgmause and Harriet Almbertemei and James Garezt) and the Bulldogs of Elvderver High ( Lincoln Piss, Nancy Posh, Groame Hickery and Nivan Tock and Sabrina and Nickey Valley) and Gracers of the Nix lands( Moxx Wayne, Jim Hrow and Nuince Lacei), their team comes across runecasters and defeat a strange two headed dog from another world called the Underworld.

Etheriana, a mage invites them into the maze of the underworld. Called Y. And they must battle the Harp Users within.

day 30 ago is for me.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 17, 2018 When of modern I ponder the many times in which I have endured past danger and excelled in the talent of adventure but never of romantic air and remember the dark past of 2006. Where everything and anything was not ever even friendly. How oppressive it was is that the weekend was the only time for fun and all of the rest of it was waiting to see if fun could fall into your lap.

No online games and no such things on the weekday and such of that no writing and no drawing neither. Such were hard times to remember that people brutally honest have no dignity for the craft of drawing or creating and would rather see it gone. But I fought against the disgust with news to mock this world and its lack of respect for reality at all.

Originally the idea of " Faces" was that of children and I turned what they had even done as an insult to children and the nicety and novelty of children shows and made it brutal to actual reality to furthermore instate that reality is so akin from birth to deceive and then deny life the branches it so has in this society alone and if not worse in other societies. What better way to say that you are dissatisfied with a life that allows hatred, deeper and accurate discrimination to a precise plan and format for living under the cruel disguise of normalcy and preaching a world that only exists in an oppressor's head? I tell you the oppressor is anyone who believes in society much like on this popcorn tv shows and movies to think that such good people exist and can survive once met with good people and not are going to be ended by evil folk targeting them for their good. There are many and so many examples of this and I could not live like this any longer, so I decided to separate myself from society of this and that foolery of believing that dreams come easy just because they are advertised. No they come easy because you work for them. Unlike many people at this time I was already on the second book of Slayers of Wolve and many people cannot even do the most basic written account also shows how terrible society is with arts and expressing one's self.

People create all excuses for those who want to call theirselves an artist and work for their

dreams. That is not a real job and all of this and that. They try to say that their nothingless and knowledge existence is better than yours. But it is not and it is time then and time now to get rid of people who are in your face with certain mannerships to try to degrade yourself worth and talent. I kept on building ideas and kept on writing and kept on dreaming until the wheel came into full motion. I surrounded myself with books and not people. Entertainment and not pursuits for people who could never help. And basically only ever became friendly for the sake of interaction and being more social to be of society and never of the functions it wants you to be in.

The Faces of Inrest show the dark and true nature of humanity and that you will find out as we recount the story of MK MZODERN fall 2013 to now of winter 2018.

inrest1.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 17, 2018 Juiles And Alio have to report on the Gothic string.

Juiles on report falls for a vampire called Christina G Horwithize/ Alio meets Kid Az and Gornee who tell of these parties as a gateway to finding a treasure within a theme inside.

The 16 treasures rest in the mind of the party and all four fought the Vampire Goth who controlled the Gothic string.

And the drugs that made people crazy.

Venzie Modfouth- a partygoer of chesse nips.

Senester Moode-grand bar tender and artist Seinera and Missy Tok- maybe twins related to another group of twins on another world.

Goyaudeiera Mitch- Heither Mitch -Bondie Mticthe and Zega Twitch= a group of lawless gangsters that drink dark dreams of people they trick.

Hanney Winner and Moira Davisdonny; force the tools of the Gothic string on the people of Inrest.

And the report that Alio must send is the only thing that can serve as proof for the enforcers to come and remove them from public life.

In this part of the story I was working on Inrest and adjusting to college. There were many challenges and new allies and new obstacles to overcome. The friends in which the reporters meet; the reporters of a news corporation represent the friends in which met in one area of the level I lived on and then some others who lived on that floor and frankly helped me not at all really. But I would like to say being there along for the ride as I transcribed the stories in conflagration. I suddenly was able to collect all these keys and all these treasures forward and then I settled to do something the same as before which was write down my experiences in song but it was met by cruelty along the same time I developed a something new along side to possibly be for a new blog or a new name.

The story is about overcoming obstacles and not hanging with folk you do not believe in as it is a grand waste of time. There was an interesting lab therein at campus. And that is where a new story begins.

terrabuthe inrest2 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 17, 2018 Old advertising firm Krom Network invites Pheobe and Micliaster over and they encounter Dave and Timianoeni who reveal that the old advertising firm's newest project is being targeted by a group of egostical bastards who are chained to the Red Mistress Ghan who Kills. And that they have to protect it from dark interests.

Darken falls for Pixelis in the Artist's Cavern. Darken starts mk mzodern mustang to uncover the truth of that place around the Artist's Cavern. However he is targeted by AJkop and Jameson Mercy Marcy and Mircy. Alio rescues Darken.

The ever day fight begins with Alio and Darken to reach the truth of this institution, after doing some interesting stories Darken decides to write a book and discovers one day Pheobe is in trouble. On the day he is finished he faces retaliation for the minions of Red Mistress Ghan who Kills, by protecting Pheobe and showing that he can not be put down. However Darken and Alio and Pheobe and Dave come out victoriously. Timaianoeni is the traitor and threatens to kill them all.

The Krom Network office is attacked by the Red Inrest ( basically Red World or Hell) and the office workers Keke and Billy must find a way to fight back and come across Tania, Moresdes and Jicka appear to have the idea of a halloween drunkness to get rid of certain enemies that are shaken off by people being immobilized or sleepy and Billy shows that it works. Able with the return of the rest they are all able to defeat the Red Inrest and put everything back to order.

A storm however comes. And Billy discovers traitors in Krom Network and around the Artist's Cavern. And discovers there are many people associated with the traitors of society as the terrorists Red Inrest.

Bill creates a story called Loc: Player in secret. And while everyone is resting; Bill plans his revenge for the next year and finds Phoetriebe is out to make him sick.

Basically follows all the times to the end of the year, mostly you can say it is a large change as to where finally people realize that everything is not happy go lucky and one person called Bill on this discovery wants justice for the attack on his culture and his place of work and his place of work being targeted because of the news and art that comes within and this features a chance to get to know some enter work themes before as never before. The time after would be a time to remember the rath of evil.

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Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 17, 2018 Notice that people do not like art and that ever so much on the street lurk potential murderer?

Yes, I Briskby Jones notices it. Mages and elementals and surpors and Venters and armorers and enchanters shadow oh my. But of the dark hell kind. The hell kind that supports dishumanity.

One that does not need the Angelmen to defeat it but one for people to defeat if only they opened their eyes.

The cold forces all those who are evil to stay in their shells. And I went to the library albeit sick thinking of romantics and seeing people again. I should have stayed up in modern ideals and thinking but you know what; I can sleep when I do not feel good and risk going into shock. I slept an entire free week away, why? Why? I was too tired and I had no idea just to say in sarcasm of how much opportunity was lost by undermining forces.

The people of the world stayed their degrading way and I just hung out with people who I no longer could connect at all with. They were so great to stay in their own bubbles and not acknowledge the truth. I though feel like I let Alluice Gracmac down. I was no longer able to say hello. That Pixelis fellow was hard to find at first but I found her on the weekends, but she was like being followed and chased, and I gave chase and yet the baggers were all afraid and looked on in fear if not in shame or a plea in help from the Red Queen. Billy tried with Darken to save this girl once, and think of a reality in which neither one of them would die, but it just did not work out.

My own personal dates did not work out; I continually came into contact with these four girls I would always see and this pair of women who came to the quarter later than most to their homes of entry.

The day of valentines rung in my head the death of this place and no one could care about what evil had happened here. They were ignorant of the greater darker and I met up with Tempest and in the battle filmed by Alio as a battle of wits over that time I was to out evade her. Even though all the allies I made I thought I made even Billy and Darken and all of them became undependable- I met with people for some encouragement and strangely they gave me encouragement. Holli Day, Nelson Milk and Farro Graye were all best friends but as always I was a secondary character. No one could understand my woe but they gave me inspiration.

They tried to flush me out with grand attacks and a grand flush and I swore I would never be defeated by them and left in the fury and gunned them dead in the square's deal deadly back corner. Even though Nancy Mtitcher gave me instruction on how to escape the gun fight and arrived to give me passage to a better place. I slowly died in the Mage's attack wave of the Red Hell.

Mtitcher revived me but I yet lay dying on the inside for what I had seen in that place day in and day out and people and this second world and how annoying it all was. I found comfort in Nico Tamper and her lessons in self defense and laying with the 19th Ninka in their fight against the Brazers.

Nancy, Nico and Alio and Meve and Gothika arrive to invite me on a trip with them to the

Harskronn Labs. The labs of the hellish dogs. The trip leaves me morally shaken when I am infatuated with Wryim Pryarisamu and cannot contact her for the sake of the mission and I am forced to battle with a crazy stabber called Neep and all the while, I never see her again and the mission ends.

Basically involves the time from 2014 to 2015 end and basically follows the advents of another main character and his campaign to expose the Red Inrest terrorists as they are and not how they want to be and makes a discovery at the end of the year of 2014 in representation to the end of the year 2015 in representation that changes his mind about things and that contributes to the last story in a sense of set up. The next story will be called the Will of Artemis.

inrest 4.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 17, 2018 Triple looking for solutions, looking towards the will of Artemis.

And looking into the skyscapers of the quiet but cold heart of escapism of water and falls.

There are the dark ones traveling around to fool you that you are the one for them.

To mess with at all. The Triple runs the streets, he changes his body to be multiple in the will of artemis, he try to explore, he push the limits, he has to endure the evil of these people, oh nonone more of these people. Skyscrapers and the doom. The building crashes and he is targeted as him in a city and there is nothing good and very pretty to say you have a will to live in this city.

I try to say the will of artemis won that day. He stayed and he stayed low but eventually the evil has got to go, you cannot keep it at bay. You can keep it at reason I say.

Will of Artemis. Won't go away.

And if you try to assassinate him, you just launched on a train of agony to kill and defeat people he don't want to kill but for the sake of life just have to die. Just have to die.

Just have to die everyone must for your foolish without an act of all consequence no one is human. And if everything goes after your ambition forgo all the human.

Forgo all the human. Forgo all the human...BUT NO. He in the will of artemis, launched the arrows of war and they pierced every plan and every horrible theme there is. In the will of artemis. Inrest of Artemis...!

There is nothing more better or ballad or valid to put up the ways of the ballad of Triple and his time fighting all the evil that has been set up since that first time. And this is the endgame and conclusion of the story and where the book trails of as the future is yours and no one's else and follows events from 2016 to 2017 end to early 2018. And basically these are the contents that will be included in MK MZODERN Adventures Inrest.

After this more H&M story and a return to romantic time in Days and MM Party finally. Next; will be Greenport in full effect and full conclusion. Pretty straight forward this Inrest edition was because it always is straightforward and also why Inrest was so damn important to place in MK MZODERN along with other themes yet explored is to be explained in Green Port and the

upcoming books along with other elements not yet explained.

Ad Vid Morning by M3rs.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 17, 2018

Nuclear Wedding in Blossoms of Psychology Red. I find the bells of the alarms of the heart twisted in red and waiting for the dead ba-bhump-baump-bu.

Nuclear wedding in Blossoms and bosoms of psychology red.

Matters not what you do.

Psychology red is out for you.

I can;t think my think.

I can't think my think 333 mars.....ba-bhump-haum-huamp only think of girls and their families and the families I could have with them To keep my mind away from the fact I can't think my think or their broadcast the think and I think my think in cherry red chasms of sea pink.... online and then I break and I can do this no more.

I break and the modern falls to its knees I got something more visionary than which can ever be seen.

Blue Harmony on the inside of the pain.

I look for ghosts and there is a blue harmony inside of the pain and it drops in the rain and the library.

What you get what came for.

You get what came for. but that is all they had for you.

Is grand disrespect.

All they have is grand disrespect.

All they have is grand disrespect and all the blue harmony is fighting them all away. On the inside of the pain.

Inside of the pain.

That's what get when that is all they had for you.

Pleasure in the pain of them...

for what they steal of you.

The calm and the happiness of learning.

What life could be even in the rain.

It is only to get one area to other and not what you can find truly in another only in the inside of the pain and if you are not inside of the pain that is all they have for you.

That is what you get when that is all they have for you is death!

You can not find the truth right when you always lean outside to the death and not inside of the pain!

So blue, is that's all they have for you.

Neroscore 18 Night comes like ash to the window and life comes to strip it all away life to the ash and life to the heart and a whisky night tears it all apart such struggle is ambition they come to end me and the cyberpunk mission and the lance of the heart is ripping through them like ashes and they scream too and they know its true the fight is real.

To be not-be ash.

To not be ash.

The fight is real to not be ash at all.

Personal. Personal. Is the fight to not be ash in the night. bah-bahtsk 18! !8! 18!

Year olds in war. bah-bah-bah-umrm.

Poison Pigeon Reach the legs to the eyes and see the pigeon of me and the eyes of the pigeon see me and lurk the eyes of the pigeon and see that the devil is the poison pigeon spreading disease in form of charms to tell you who exactly you will be but you cannot see that some one of these people are just frankly dark in blood you see chains and their solemn hearts.

Poison Pigeon!

Tucked into the engine of the motorcycle of learning is terrible. ( terrible) Terrible...

TERRIBLE! Poison Pigeon riding high

people looking towards the sky and they never notice they are chained too forever ignore those who need you to speak up and fight, for what is wrong and right.

Wrong and right.

Right and wrong... for some people do not make sense at all and everything is to use and murder those trapped in the poison pigeon.

Lurking Larynyx.

The man who is on the glory of himself the man in the back of the solemn fucking track and only comes to keep the camera flashing a back of the scene of the virginity of the maidens stolen in the plenty for demonry and there is no armory for things you cannot touch and those you cannot see you have to have a gut and eye to see the darkness that might be.

The Lurking of the man is strong and so fake valiant, trying to hid all the terrible hideous demons inside trying to be average joe but is ancient Satan for sure.

The people call him feminist but he is just degradationist in plenty of jewels and thieves he fucks the meaning of friendship and community and they call him friend. They call him friend.

But will never how much the fucker rapes. To be of their message their feminist one at all.

Kodak Boom.

The Kodak fell off the feel of the table counter back drop in your holiday day inn and that is when I was getting in to feel your kodak boom.

Your kodak boom.

Your kodak boom.

I fell like the ocean had come and ate up me and all the sodas and everything from and for the flavored machine dispensing so good and so well.

Kodak! Boom.

I feel the pictures inside of the feeling of what is the release of the mischief in both of us colliding and to where we feel so good...so good.

So, so boom. boom.

KODAK! BOOM!

Click and hammer.

One two with both hands fighting and slamming hammer hour and hour and hour and hour again and again and.... again and ....again. hammer and hammer and hammer... again again!

I-! I ! I...! get so tired of firing off and everyone never looks up but keep on working and working and pushing these blustling and plushy things in my face again and again and... again.

And again....again.

But I find the Djent in me...!

That I can only see. Is on the flip of target to the triangular flavored chips that go click and boom and then across the room.

Dream slowly. That it happens to be a cherry flavored morning...!

Click and Hammer....descend. ......!

Dream string.

Sruck by the bow of the bellow bitch -tch,tch, tch I find myself running and not calling any names I call myself the hero.

I am dream strung and dream struck and I have no ducks.

And sliver linnings.

Bow to the bellow bitch never I have no ducks and only sliver linnings and I have no which way to say this at all; Dream String of the collect and I never once will ever forget that people do not care what they cannot or protect they just let viruses and viruses infect and infect across the mountains there is no hope across this world there is no hope but on the buildings there is where only people hide up the hope and ambition and ride across a dream string into a world of dark dreams.

Dark dreams is all this world when all hatred does is prevail in every way and every where.

Owl Knighte Buffalo of the dragons that fell through the skies my wonder the transparency does wonders of what is the man who came who is the one? Who is the one?

I am not hearing Owl Knighte shinning dark orange and pine light ohh-ohh, there is only blood and there is only war.

Only war!!!! shrrr.shrrr.

Bastards bash in your head just for the dreaming of heads and that is all it is who is the one? Who is the one?

Owl Knigthe.

Owl Knighte.

Owl Knighte...!

The gothic chain of the ill makes the people sick and eager to kill don't care about anyone do ya.

Who is the one making life hell?

Who is the one? Is not it!

Owl Knighte.

Ohh-ohh-owl knighte. you, you, oo, owl knight.

You ooo, oh, owl knighte.

I got sun I got sight I got might and I got sun. I go the right, I got the right I got the right(2X) To end these bloody nights and trying to paint worlds you don't understand as one thing at all you need to cease you need to cry and you need to say your sad soul goodbye. hhrrr...hrr...hrr!

Cause Owl Knighte wishes you goodbye.

Mia,mia, my.

The moon of meta was the tag and the tag was the meta and it was mine fuck you you are not divine fuck you all you are egoistical kind!

Creepers, creeper, mia, mia oh my.

Mia, mia, mai! Oh my!

Moon was meta and the world was egret and the eyes were red when they were once green and the skin was pale when it was brown and the face was scared when it was beautiful mia, mia, oh my , mia, mia, oh my. OH MY! Oh my ! Oh my!

That is why we have to change the world and why we have to do these things to, how dare we fall into concentration of the eagerest bitch. How dare we fall into assumption of the evilest wrench.

How dare we fall to suspension.

Mia, mia, mai! Oh..

Mia, mia MAI!!!!!!!!!!!

Suspension...end.

Egyrtpr Miami.

Destruction in the palm of egress, weather in the palm of devils and people turned by eager means of the deli of the river which is along the coast and yet they do boast Yes, I have seen of course what people do of course of course.

Dragons devils of kinds mountains, lions and sometimes people in the middle a bunch of the fold a bunch of the fold Get the fuck out.

To the party square.

Where the hair don't care.

Miami Egyrtpr!!!!!

Destruction in the palm of a flood people build back where they weren't before the world washed away like the iron of the fall and if you see anyone there is alot of them in the fall.

They cry in the middle of the night you bearde eyes and your sure skin/ People of assumption and the people of the grand fall end of them all. is the tide of Conservatives going to machines to rid them

of their lives and the ones who do not survive are the ones who have lost all humanity conserving things not to be conserved.

Dark Morning of Modern Movie Bloom Doom.

Morning it seemed Friday and people did not seem how to act at all and they looked out of the mountain and into the blue and they saw only hatred at art what can you do but consort to trap and consort to end the people so eager to hate you for the cost of their institution pride they like eating tacky foods and prying out their eyes with the chants, the chants of a lifetime gone wrong and the morning seemed to be the recount of the bad modern movie there.

I seen cassandra there. There were the people hate and there were the people are.

Dragons where they hate. the tide of the waters they wait and they are, the people that are. Amongst everyone in every wake and every call say God had blessed them all.

Friday and people did not seem to notice the wrong this all the wrong of this all and could only lead to dismissal.

Only lead to dismissal. Of anything that was really wrong at al and searched and searched for the darkness and the fall in everyday living and that is how they became death and all in one facade of who they used to be.

Ghosted in the Morning they seemed but alive in greed at the very night they are.

Pink Morning Unicorn in Geography with rainbow pills.

The people run in the circles of the geography scene and the rainbow was of the pills and the pills was of the rainbow.

There are crowds below. The Pink machine of the islands is the archipleageo the ivery of my mind is sleeping with you in the deep waters of the yellow and orange collect and the mountains of blankets and books and tech.

Games and games. Ah, on the track beam to my heart.

Pink Morning Unicorn in Geography with rainbow Pills.

With rainbow pills. I believe it can be said to be.

Rainbow Pills are just tic tacs for sure. For the couple of frosted holiday cookies and everyone should see it there in the open and the eye of the gaiden and the people of the land had gone to day away of the garden to the continuation of the one in the eyes of the gaidens.

And then endless rapture.

Oh the ramparture.

Of the departure of the dream into reality again and the people try to decide if they should destroy it as if god was them.

As if they deserve to encroach on life.

As if this is their grand purpose.

But they rest in the sea and the grand place of the sea, underneath the archipelago in the beneath and down below....!

In that place I see only way to end the disgusting memories of the people defiled in this place with cheeky pride slapped in their face.

But they who dare decry the world unwell broke the vase of peace and made it worse the least and more so beast cried into the demon satan's belly of the beast.

Till were people can not even regard their discontent with life as being monsters of the day and of night rather than respect people's space they try and go and convert the space that does not belong to them at all....!

But they will never feel it when the fallen branch gives them the fall.

day 31

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 18, 2018 New H&M diversity hire Jessie has a way with words.

Jessie gains in seeking certain knowledge from Erik.

Jessie gains in seeking help from Tom Jessie gains from helping Erica.

Jessie gains from helping Jessie Erik finds she does have sex with Tom and Erica and him.

Another riot may break out in the marketing office.

Jessie seeks help from James, Robert and Nicole.

The new diversity hire, is just sex crazed.

MM. 2018.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 18, 2018 Now I have launched the Kyeombi site you will see high application of the skills thus gathered on MK MZODERN up to this day, synonymously mm party will be gathered here in the awesome display of Kyeombi stories. Greenport is technically included in this and is the event for here to get into the conquest of the write and thus there will be no more Greenport but an visual drawn book offline. It is possibly one of the last new stories for a while of that sort. I was going to write a bit more about 2006 but I think that it is better to draw than to write for this particular project.

If I had prepared some visual outset for this project it would have been great but I discover that really some things do not need to be said in a written format under certain conditions.

AD VID MORNING is something of what I have been working on for a while and includes some of the girls from Women Samurai might wear. Will include direction that includes Kyeombi characters in some parts. Fun opportunity to find out the characters in a different light and one of the morning perhaps.

This is a large project that I will not release until February but in the real meantime, the strong hold in interest and large amount of posts in one direction signifies the restoration of the blog.In such that the continued story of the Mornings will be continued until this launch.

mk mzodern adventures book 3 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 18, 2018 The third book will include the advent of 2014 mk mzodern, projects and happenings.

Most revolutionary era this was and will be matched by similar match moods.

Truly profound are the gains and the losses this year.

falling out. part 1. jan to may 2014.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 19, 2018 Darkness was surely hidden within. Tried to live normal lives but the outsider gets the worse of the bite and who is the outsider is who is looked down on and really the institution discriminates against him.

Dreams Try as you might certain things have to give, you realize you cannot be a fake anymore or fake here what is truly gone when your health is affected.

A long startling break gives you pause at what you should be doing here, you do not find an answer because your health has gone down the ditch and certain types of people refuse to leave you alone. (longyestlegacyball) You are sure you can pass even with your health declining and you can also contact all these women whom you like; such pursuits are not easy.

Final Stands.

Think of the past and motorcycle cross and extreme sports, W. I.T. C.H, power rangers spd.

While you lay there to stop from passing out completely and decide to pass by a routine around much sleep.

Even though you tried to be as you were and continue on with the studies you choose in your free time and those as of the past seemed to be prohibited by the very place.

Try to do as people do but people will never give you a break and you are frailing like a fish. meditations YME the format of methods.

Friends get farther away but pour on the ambition and pour on the drive. eiroquers t and other selected posts. canspona.

The wolves come in private never to be seen in public. The people have private sin, they do not know how to treat each other within. photographies.

Chances with women so scattered and disoriented. How ever are you to talk to anyone but fuck everyone? Rare sight that this is true is when this girl comes for belongings and the clamoring of possible fucking happens, but none ever happens. liek The start of the fallout the last chances to make amends not at all, because none way will ever work at all to burst through this circumstances. And women might just hide in them as well as anyone at all, who don't know good at all.

OY! Selected posts from April.

Last plan and last sleeps are eyes of the dreaming of freedom and escaping into the wilds for revenge. the 300. is truly savage collect. get moira. starvation pirates

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Chapter 3 w; the currents of mornings.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 20, 2018 Now tomorrow starts the weekend. I am going to show you how you can escape the gap of the weekend, or whether your expectations surpass the result of what can actually be achieved over the weekend. Now the topic I will speak on is personal matter and for a grand reason I will show you how and why, certain things are the way there are.

The basics are; enough content to write about to make a good point or a certain point that arcs into the future.

Have a good content base, no dry wells.

Eat a lot before you write, or draw or rather do research before or listen to music.

These are the three points I will mainly focus on; there are others but I think these are the most important ones to focus on with what I will likely expose for free. I can about this because I have some pretty neat viewings in which may help people get up their posts.

For this thing: I am going to state that I am going to talk about waiting on people and feeling good like a bitch for one response and feeling even better when someone I can actually speak to looks at me. I am going to talk about public discrimination and I am going to talk about events from last semester. I am going to talk about hideous crimes that are just let being happen and then I am going to talk about ten years ago and then about Kyeombi today and its start of true in the public eye. A stock term is going public.

Most of the medium here is essay and written formats, I will direct you on this subject but for what I have said above and this is important you need to give terms for your ambitions. The how and the why. I am going to speak about each of these as much as I can speak about them.

Lastly after this weekend event which will last when I say it will last; I will explain some new ideals for mk mzodern. The end. In addition to what I said in the prior event; I will speak about depression and anger and hatred.

starter the hitter Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 20, 2018 For your starter you usually place things into grand perspective and I say that this is the way to start off a large event where you talk about your feelings. I am going to say that whenever I do something there is only one person I think about. Ever since april 2014 there has only been one person I have ever thought in such a manner and frankly I find it a grand source of motivation.

To communicate with this person and finally of course after all this time, I go and communicate with them and I find that I was fucked for thinking anyone had cared about me at all and frankly I must of just be overrided by all these rumors and lies. You know the little whispers and the tortured ones too.

I plague this with up most sensation! I say that the people of the world are cruel and inane. I never had a chance, Why? My brothers and sisters in the failing arts of being of this sensationalism society who have decided to pay attention to me, the suffering brother, the kind brother and the brother who has done nothing wrong- I plead you listen full or turn your eyes away this very moment or there will not be any saving of your sanity.

Ever since I have been alive I have gave witness to a system of lies and rumors which targets people who do not benefit a system being free and as they are as people, but as beggars and people of torture and people of solemn disgrace to the society from the viewpoint of twisted people. And all of which I have to say is a grand story to bare testament to this all. How I bare testament in a story of experimentation, trial and progress and I have tried and tried and tried again to manifest what is naturally there and what others recognize is naturally there. But exists a force in which tries to rip away this feel and cover it up as a folly and as wrong. And replace a "

correct alternative". I am not making this up. For if I had, I would truly be the most disturbed folk ever. One to fake all the attempts of death on my life. One to fake all the social abuse and social trauma associated with these events. These people who craft this are the university folk.

Proud and truthful.

Turn on your tvs, my brothers and sisters, why, because the fucking proof is right fucking there.

The newcaster wants to say words but words evade what he sees and hears with his fucking eyes and ears and do not proclaim its not there. When of course it is there and some may be afraid to write about this, but I paint a true picture. A world in terror, a world like our own but our own come and go and fuck and kill and rape. At that they butcher people to where their intestines pop out and they are remnant meat. Yet they carry on this campaign of sovereignty. No one will say what is it.

I say what the fuck it is; unchecked fucking ego. Sly bastards thinking they can get away with what is not seen and then saving face in public as one face or another but their face is always of this gore fed murderer! Fuck, I am nice to even consider swill and sqwill from this place. That thinks they pride of cat animals is more important than the pride of newcaster and their lives.

Whatever it is they are doing is significantly seceding from this place of ambition called the states. They got vision of future that no one else sees outside their ranks and it is nothing friendly. People over look the proof. I direct to you, look at the tv when the newscast is at that place of hell, and find it is quiet hell compared to everywhere else. Only you can see this and feel this as you. I give you ultimate truth, you give me ultimate promise of sovereignty in listening closely.

Listen closely, what I say is very important. It will only get worse when no speak about it just as no one decrying the republicians and their cunt followers is a problem to us all who call the states home.

Fuck is the manner of world. I talk of people who have vision for the future and they fuck it up for anyone who has different vision of future. And I believe it is time to spread truth on this manner. Any motherfucker who goes there and does not do anything in their fucking life is complicit to the crimes of this institution. You do not hit a person and think you do not get fined for battery and physical harassment. You do not piss in drink and think you are not going to be fined for disorderly mother fucking conduct. I say these are fighting words. For actions that need action. We sit on our asses for the government to fix it self it never will and people of minority and people who are the majority will be trapped under a broken system and society that does not care for them nor protect them. Nor does it protect from inner terrorists.

Now people get this straight, latest las vegas shooting, was called that of shooting and not terrorist act and why it was not call terrorist act is because fellow is white. White fellow, save pass and save nickle even on his way to hell. Black bitch gets nothing but bullet way to hell or heaven or either one.

Ignore this as you may; ignore it!

But the facts are; there are too many hate groups who kill and get away with it. I might as go as far to say rich people and police are terrorists and if you were to even label that white bastard who shot 50 plus people or such; you similarly have to label and sensationalize all these rich people and the police and all connected hate groups as terrorists when they do things that do not

benefit the public or the good of the public. I think its time to tell you the truth before you figure it out on lesser terms.

This world is unfounded and thinks its sovereign. There is nothing right about our history and nothing to be proud of, say anyone want to live 200 years in the past? I do not think so.

Sensationalism demands silence and never action and I will tell you if you just sit by and hit a person with your fucking car and do not take responsibility or try to save their life, you will go to jail for manslaughter. Fun thing about manslaughter in history is that most of the times it involved machinery and people being wacked into shapes and sizes in which are not pretty and disfiguring and if not they would die; they live in agony for a long while.

There is no reason of why if you ever find yourself in situations with things that do not make sense that you do not follow them out or find them out and just let it be and if not join in on taking advantage of the things and killing things and doing things, the kill, the raping and the fucking.

Ignore this as you may: ignore it!

But you are liable when you hear people talk about bombing places and do not say anything nor anything to stop them. Strong hearts as it may be. The human cycle of life is disturbed by these brutal inner terrorists and they act as a siege on life and some people are too dumb and too stupid to know they have been wronged.

I say this because it will only be getting worse and you folk who watch this get advantage upward in survival compared to other folks. I am not going to explain the outcomes and variables, but hell hath fury when people try to stop people from naturally going out and naturally fucking and then naturally living together and be able to live together. You might think the grand idea of the future is bright, but from the very fact that people have no fucking clue and refuse to accept the standards of what is happening and what is going on with the dating cycle and the abuse within, shows that the future is dystopia at best. Where of course, you may never have a boyfriend or girlfriend or any such fucking thing as a real mate when conditions of life are so sparse. Things are becoming to terrible to bare. People are wicked and they refuse to be talked down. Its time you either defend our standard of living or fucking die to see the world changed.

The world changed where people's mates are chosen for them by their hidden fellows who make bloody gore. Their hidden fucking fellows who cause strife. And their hidden fucking fellows introduce the ending of society basically an anti social society. Where everything real is ripped away and though you may feel it, in reality it can never be, I say this because I am just a normal fucking male not even 30. Not even forty and not even fucking fifty. I say this because where reality is ripped away fro the sake of fantasy is just around the bend and ever more so present when you have the incumbency of retards at ever turn of life and people who do not get that you have a right to life.

Right to self and freedom of expression. I have no qualms speaking the truth but who has the qualm the people who hit people and kept going. People who discovered and yet let the problem grow worse and the people who act as if their fucking ego control every fucking thing. Do not understand the people; kill them is the mantra of this world and its people who are on the left and conservative side but don't let them talk that to you but say" nuclear war approaching" and

"government shutdown under peach imbecile?" They know what it is they want. And they go for it in lies and such that contrasts their results and what happens because of them and their nasty words and speeches in false statehood. These are wolves in clothes and they have no place in our government no place feeling up the pride of sensationalism to keep the hatred of white people strong.

Now people will cry at white people strong either way of a meaning, but really the message being sent if you follow at all is that; we want to punish the working class and we do not even know where they are. I hear this president fellow speak so bluntly, " all blacks are not poor, where do they live?" You see the difference my friends, these people live so comfy they never see anyone but those they choose to see and its by choice too. I want to say that if you blindly follow these people and you are of middle class and poor class and even moderate rich you are just a bitch and walking into your death. They will; these rich people who say us and not you; will take over all our freedoms and all our rights just because they never see us and have this fake envisionment of america in their heads as well as the same as terrorists. Connection; we have too much people willing to employ meanings of hatred and ones that consider theirselves so high and holy that they are willing to complete fuck people over by sensationalizing their own meanings of hate and having everyone following along with it. Hatred is not a virtue, is just a crime in which you hit people and say," Keep on going" There is nothing there. I did not see you but I surely fucked with you and your romantic life, your life and even many people turned you into a pile of meat in gore fed manner. It is disgusting. To keep on going as nothing has happened. Forgiveness is not a think surviving people can give to those who come to kill them and those who complicit theirselves in a crime.

And if I ever have to explain the upmost curiosity of something you already to you in a chat friendly way it is sure as fuck you are not the person I so cleverly vyed for. The person I vyed for was only in my head because clearly I never choose to hang around the right people and I have like these terrorists butchered my romantic life just some doe who cannot even be counted on for anything at all but these one word responses.

I bled and I might have almost died about 28 times. And I did nothing for the general public, just so I could live a future with her. A future that cannot be when everyone is dead in a nuclear strike and worse. Consider it over. I did all I had to do. I came and I conquered but what the fuck anyone else do? Fucking kill, fucking rape and fucking fuck. Fucking fuck, this all. I try to wipe away the past but the past will never ever mother fucking go away and if you tell me that education does not need to be free, I say that the major thing that must be done is make education free and faster and more self driven to complete. And not continue on this fake society where we have these political meaningless day where people basically mourn over the past and the past events and never truly look forward as a people. And if you have not noticed. You will only be slave if you let kind and gentle marketing voices of a campus dictate who you lay out your privates for! You will never find the true fix. You will forever be displaced whore. Forever be fucked and so people many never find partners at all because of this and people and their value of life might just go down so low that there is nothing of hearth in the marketing as the years go down and finally society collapses when people have nothing to connect them but lies and blasphemy. So go fuck yourself if you just stand here now and do not do anything! You are complicit in a crime of not doing anything and being hit by someone and not saying anything at

all.

As for any romantics who do not match this quality of self regret and self notice to do anything all things that ever were promised, on my end will never be ventured else again. I will not be some laughing stock of a bunch of escaped murders. You may have escaped public eye for your deeds in the past but those days end now. Eventually people have to find a way to keep living and keep on being with the people they do indeed like.

And this in full effect is called the hitter and the starter what is to come is not pretty at all.

Parallel Bridging elements Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 20, 2018 First of all we need some posts to bridge into our time here and get to the 1st stop of here.

The starter is much needed to draw interest and you should advertise it in a certain way on all your platforms emphasizing your strength in views on each one and using different cultivation methods. But I will not speak of that here. What you need here is convincing passion, style or source.

Now I am not going to explain those what I will say is.

The most bridging element of my time writing since 2014 basically has been for the protection of those which I do care about and anyone should note that it comes to a point where you cannot just accept things as they are and you can no longer play as if nothing bad happened to you and you were not threatened and interesting attempts were made on your life and that people did not try to even come at you as some type of enemy when you are all supposed to be allies in learning. If they even had it in their head its a sign of something truly wrong.

Sexual assault has made a header in society. Sexual assault is basically the weapon of people in true are demons hiding in everyday person clothes. Why? People of rape minds cannot envision that people do not want to be bothered by them and their fantasies and disorders, but in their ego of heart and dark mind they are the ones who think they can get away with such behavior. I think the me too movement is a laugh because it does not even go as far as it needs and does who cry out are just bloody fucking hypocrites. Let it be a man raped or men raped. Women never say shit. Women never say shit about other women as well much less than men. Men, are just maggots to women. Ever heard of a women going to save a man or such? I think that if women truly wanted equality they would have by now in their all this time of knowing the written language for lets say about 200 years or even further back could have least written a story where a woman saves a man. But they never will because a man who cannot take care of himself is a weak faggot not worth anything nor sexual pleasure. What women fail to realize is that the most important thing to them about attraction is judged on how well a man can take care of himself.

Tell me I am wrong. Tell me I am wrong.

Because I am not. Many might thing feminist want these men who have these weak tendencies in which they can come and save but if any says that its just idealism and never reality speaking.

No one will ever come for a man to save him in his time of need. No one, why because it is not social acceptable and frankly people never want to be dealt with such, " a weak bastard". They

think of men all the same as any woman if he is not able to be productive member of society and just takes care of children all day long and and such and such; I frankly do not want to be involved with him. At the same time they are confused at with what makes men tick and no men are not these people who just know how to take care of theirselves in this image of laughable strength that could only be said based on female attraction to male muscular frame. Men are people just as women and not one of these victims knowing that their message is broadcasted to men who believe as much I believe they know next to fucking nothing about being a fucking man, expect men to just put up and shut up. " All you are rapists, because some rich and powerful allow theirselves to rape" Is their logic.

And that is simply bullshit and frankly it turns people off your movement and gains enemies in which will never ever concede. You never met halfway, you just upright demand and demand and fuck anyone who don't see to eye.

Basic english in which speaking to people merits self control in saying things in regards to your certain audience in part is that you omit things that hurt people of a party not your own. You may not write to all women when speaking well of course to all men and women. You cannot treat dog like cat and expect everyone to accept that dog can be cat and vice virsa. I am saying that women really make no effort to give any recognition to men as they actually are and not who they envision them to be, in their messages such as the me too movement and this time is up movement and all of these sorts of things. That just bash men for release with no further action against men as stated and just expect the message to carry itself and continue to prove that men are horrible creatures. Such nasty folk who look at women like objects with such zeal and secretion that they are just rapists. Never considering that men are not as sexualized as these rich standoffs think. And that maybe that rich people have such a different culture from normal people that the sexual natures they acclaim to be the norm for everyone are just the claim for them and people of their rich tribe. Which undercuts much of the experience of normal women and every day encounters and how exactly rapes occur. But I am just saying people really have no respect for such movements and never go far enough yet expect their own self worthy argument that does not cover all basis to be the full on one.

You see in mysteries people who tell parts of a story and fit it to a certain way when detective asks them to be of a certain truthful manner that tells all parts of story can be easily said of hiding parts that convict them of the crime. And you can see that here; no one in the me too movement will say the terrible truth; everyday women is not celebrity and if anything is subjected to worse crimes and worse abuses than which they can ever imagine and that whatever they claimed to be worse, is actually the least worst and if not the most unkempt- is truly just the tip of the iceberg of societies issue. But is anyone willing to risk their reputation to the public to get on their knees with the public and talk as things are and not talk in this celebrity sphere that media lets encompass the full strike of sexual abuse. Sexual abuse I say is so common that it is ungodly of how common it is.

And anyone fully knowing that they are avoiding the issue of true reality to place it to the man and in their little celebrity world promote the issue in a disease and fully not formed manner and one that is bony and so leaky that it does not even stand when it has no muscles and no tissues. I am just bluntly stating it.

Rich is never poor. And poor never rich. For anyone to say that they have ; been assaulted as a

poor person in this society without the proper medium will never get justice and will never get help.

For example, if your article is poorly written and you do so out of lets say fear; no one will believe you. And if your article is poorly written and it makes up a bunch of bullshit to use the celebrity sphere and their promotion of this topic as the full fledged one when it is not is truly sad. As you are just trying to get rich off a system that never acknowledges true crisis and never acts on it.

You see you are this gore red dripper. And I say many people do not give a damn and just use this socialization of the rich topic from the celebrity sphere to do harm to others and the reputations of others and just make life difficult when they fully know as well as the celebrities know that this issue of me too never gets to the true subject of sexual abuse as it truly happens.

Yet continue driving over dead person and never fully allege truly of the crimes and never want to be held accountable for the happenings of modern daily people or the poor and that is a plaguing concept in our society.

Conservative, what is there to converse but slavery? There should be none conservatives as if people had truly paid for the mistakes in the past they would never be working to make that past a present or any such worse, they would be moving on as so are we!

So no Conservatives and we move on. With a clever punchline to the climaxing next post(s) up until our point.

Remembering to post to different platforms using different methods and using all the special strengths of each as it happens for you.

Mello post.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 20, 2018 In this post I like to calm down and basically say everything is about to come full circle with some added element and now I have not explained all I need to say so I will say it here. About particular feelings that lead up to the next post. I said in the content of the starter very start post explaining this entire event in detail is that you need a grand source of written material. We have barely eclipsed the first point where I talk about my relationships with women and their quirk of dishonesty.

Now in the last post I state men are just sexualized by women and women allow theirselves to not make a convincing statement when they do not say the full fucking truth of the matter in whole and rather just as it is for rich people who trend to start movements like me too. And further more, men are never to be reached by women if social discord goes wrong and women will never be the one to contact you even in this self rigtheous freedom of the woman and freedom of bra too. I say women hath fury and that be correct. You talk wrong to women you say the wrong damn thing, you look the wrong damn place at the wrong place and wrong time you get screwed. And simply expect you to be okay with being looked at as take care of yourself and this and that only! I say that; talking to women is hard and resolving to be with a woman is hard and no one should be forced out of making a proper connection and anyone who intercedes in

such ponders with threats and such treats of information of even darker treats are just criminals.

Criminals out to destroy life.

Now, I have constructed this for a very clad juxtaposition of women of the feminist thrill to refresh this statement and meaning as if to kick out the meaning of me as the same as they do in real life and in media. Why because people desperate for power that they can never have are just that desperate and make up realities to fit their narrative. The mind of a man will never be the one for a woman to control and such is the same for women and men. Now, women of this age want to act as if they were alive when things were truly bad and think that its an excuse to treat men as plague and dose them in flame and into the fire. Of where men can placed under watchful female norms. One thing, one fucking thing men cannot be women and women cannot men. You can believe in all this nonsense about no gender and no comformity but even if there was no gender there would still be sides and such would just further divide people. What I saying is, frankly letting go of people who only help those who kill people and further split our society in where it is vulnerable to be influenced by other countries and yes there are other countries are traitors to us all. The pledge of allegiance, few such americans truly know it, and so few women know true respect of men as they actually are.

I said that women make you do things to conform to their standards and people just want to be accepted but at what face should they be accepted. Not at the point of which they are a killer or complicit in crimes. And not at the point they sacrifirce so fucking much as much as few lifetimes with other people just to see if they can still be with this person in which they would sacrifice so much.

People talk about valor and people talk about duty. No man has too ever have such valor nor duty to women at all from any point at all but choose to have valor and duty just because they have heart and ambition and love inside for the particular women. And when I say you cannot be of understanding how much it takes men to commit to women, it hurts when people no nothing of the male experience and yet can reword sentences to be as follows.

Women are severely discriminated against and the me too movement is for all women yet we do not show that and frankly men who do not believe in the me too movement for the perspective that women undercut men are just frankly rapists theirselves in the making and have no place in society.

And contribute to the discrimination women face daily in their work places and have to be made to come forward and be accountable of their crimes.

That is what they would say as counter argument and its modeled to be as glittery as hollywood because its full of bullshit, it has no passion there is nothing inside but a repeat of what someone said that is not the full fucking truth. There are so many things you can pick apart this flimsy argument and collapse it but for the sake of here. They would not know that I am not apart of their little vision of the world and that I am me and no rapist and no bad guy. I think that men who have done nothing wrong have nothing to be afraid of but these fake women who take calm to a partial argument which convicts them of things and such things such of nature as knowing nothing about men as much as counter arguer can know about me.

People, men are those who are there just because they care. They would never be there if they did not care at all. And men who are actually men and not monsters who commit rapes and do not make false feelings for the sake of pleasure so based on sexual, are not bad people and are people and not monsters. Women in this era could not tell monster from man and bang monster instead of man and want to complain about monster and how man was never there, yet they pass him up for " not having passed down uninsured car and driving badly" and " not having fucked before" and " not being of any interest" and " does not have what I want when I want it but has it later yet he does not want me".

All these different scenarios in which they could avoid if they actually gave a fucking damn about men. And not treat them as a gummy worms wrapped in the advertisements and marketing ploys of people of the celebrity sphere or other such happy places of contempt.

That being said there are too many gaps for women to go to be hero to a man when they fail to even know the man at all and pretend to be these happy maidens who give fair chance to parrots of bad will and monsters and never appreciate those who come to say " I care". Will listen to all the calls of dark but never the call of day unless they actually do but in a different way. And such that connecting with women if truly a man takes time to actually commit and be interested in a future with that woman and a future in which she prosper and not wilt. And if such a person does not recognize the lengths a person went to deliver the message to them via needless self improvement that can always be accepted as constructive criticism. After many times of thinking they were never going to make it and seeing of them and thinking of them as a natural source of a future and life. Working every day and waking every day even though they start to fall for women they do not dare commit or develop any further connections for the sake of reaching them in the end and when this person does not recognize them at all and trails off with one liners of one word and this person eagerly hopes they can work it out with them. There is nothing to work out and really this person does not know how much of a good deal they passed up all and its likely that no one will ever bleed as much as the one who truly cared yet they will continue and probably get hitched thinking they belong. But all they belong is in an illusion in their head that the man who is there actually cares and that because he processes such elements of intrigue that he is the one. But in reality just sees her a commitment in true to a lifestyle he must live and one day will break from it as he gets too old and becomes such a monster to some other woman at all. If women truly wanted to protect theirselves and each other they would change who they allow to date and have talks about truly who men are and what should be looked in men as much as women try to dictate men's sexual interests and decry or decry not this or that. Men are not toys. Get that. And some things cannot be fixed so easily as they were. Even if you were trying to save someone's life from something untold. Get how harsh women are; one fuck up even for their safety is like a venom to them even if there are to die if you somehow speak in room that has trap bombs to kill you both if anyone is to speak to the other.

If women truly wanted to change how they are treated they would change how they allow theirselves to fall for illusions and movements that are nothing but cupcakes and nothing of substance and are just for feel good and sensation only so such, that full of this imagery imaginary of what a man is they forget what the world truly is likely and what truly men are; people and not monsters. Forget so much they become monsters. However someone who just lets people down and does not get that they want to commit to them is truly just lost of what respect, admiration and love this person fell into with them, because its all in their head and no where

else. And only monsters can live thinking they are loved when they are not.

I am a man and I am not loved.

Hit on this mellow point that contrasts highs and lows of this argument and you basically win.

With the audience at it eases them to the final tampesta of the first point you want to make.

Usually this would be longer but I say that for later and really for sake of example this is what is there to see.

1st keystone post.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 20, 2018 Okay, before you even post this freakin post, galvanize all your freaking previous post into post container and talk about each one and then label it magazine and perhaps add new sections and new information that cares the source forward and gives grand insight into what is about to happen. For this I instruct you first post all the links in one post on your social media site of the worst rating and then all at once in separate links on the best rated social media site. This puts you in a great positional ease. To advantage the least stream with the most opportunity to see all at once and placates the highest stream with many clicks to consume. However I will not do that here. Afterwards I would build up on two posts ahead to get into the matter. But I will not do that at all. You want to be as blunt and straight forward or have some element of surprise in this keystone post.

I say that it was never easy committing to one person and frankly in modern I think that is a part of what is wrong with society, you want a person as a item and a completion of your set and maybe you are not the person to have a set complete as viewing the person as an item and not a complete person.

Maybe you do not like strengthening a society where a women is toy and women is so badly false maligned in society where the woman is a jerk to knock over people in her yields for "freedom" or rather reaction to the tv and social media that she would never have otherwise. I think that maybe its time to be real and realize that taking on the fact that you are fucking hated for being something that you are not even as and yet you accept it just to be loved by women at all, is pathetic and should never be done. And maybe its the mistake of the young to trust society to take care of you and all your wants when it never will and never will for women nor man. And maybe that a startover could be acceptable in the terms of what happened as long as people can realize the humanity of you and not the " needs " of you. And find such qualms with such feigned needs that are only a reflection of that person's hunger to defile someone who never did anything wrong and has done an above all job in ensuring the safety of people they never had to do anything for at all. Maybe a start over could make it all better but no its best to accept the things that happened happened for the sake of the sanity of what has been done. Its easy to live in illusion people but sometimes you just have to wake up and realize that people will never come around and if the situation is so dire that you cannot even settle with one person; settle with them all who you care about because you never know how much time you can spend with these people you can never have ever such connections to again. Even if the relationship was short at least it ended on honorable terms instead of people dead left and right.

But maybe its the fault of someone trying so hard to fit in, they forget the circumstances of theirselves and their certain truth in a virtue of an event that no one of this estate has. A gift to see how foolish it is to waste freedom on decrying gods who do not exist.

I might say that I will expand upon this later and that " do not go decrying gods who do not exist".

And how this ties into kyeombi is because I thought of a similar saying during events of a hurricane and developed a style of reasoning from which I had not previous from the backdrop of my experience from that storm.

Frankly; here we tie it up and basically leave a satisfactory end statement for effects outside of the event and after this post you wait a bit and see if people naturally come in and then you advertise the hell of it, sometimes in earlier days I would enlist in these trash social media sights for quick views but these days I stick only to the most known ones. So basically hook, line and sinker. Or rather in actuality of trueness, a slow trail to heaven.

2nd and Last keystone post.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 20, 2018 I say second and last keystone post is significant in the manner of which to treat your audience.

Which you treat your audience is basically how you want them to receive the message and this is very important. Do you want to waste their time with a repeat or settle for a novelty feel of repeats for a long time after this or becoming essential part of your posting or for a time a part of your posting or for an event? These are questions you need to ask, but I will only say that you have to know what you want and want to display else you are wasting your time and others and you must be truly honest with yourself; does a black boy look good in a monkey sweat shirt?(H&M story) I think not. Its about how much the audience can take and how much you want to take to establish an event, feel or concept or else something else. And for the purpose of here I establish this all for the sake of the people to learn the technique of what I use here and that by now I have reached my conclusion mostly of my feels and now I am going to explain why education should have no outcomes of money and should probably be funded with projects from students from many departments which will help them develop real life skills.

I explain that last semester only showed how much a crime repeats to the point it must be punished and that crime I have in sort explained in the last posts, well this crime becomes apparent the fault of administrators of a cruel system trying to foster results of their liking for people they want to govern over as gods. To tie into this Kyeombi was developed after a hurricane in which I saw how barren society actual is with no power to govern it and no media and no pop culture and no internet and nothing at all. Its important to notice that people think of theirselves as gods in positions of education and it comes to no surprise that in my school the particular phenomenon happened all the time And the children blissfully ignorant or took advantage and the teachers act in such zeal that they were doing things and they blissfully ignored it all. Ignored it and ignored it does not mean that their crimes of abuse did not go unpunished. It was the children who did not get the results they needed to move forth and suffered because of the poor staff and teachers and only there for money talks. I went on thinking

things were to be different only for the sake of a joke. Nothing would be different in any higher or lower setting. You can have all these prides and evade people's minds with these laughs and these games of successful mantra is being of pride and because you come from " a no such impoverished school but you will only call it that to make remarks about people and estates you know about to push you ego centric nonsense and disconnect from reality!" Continuing perpetuating the crime and make situations so that you can repeat it over and over no matter how many places, families and children you enslave, killed and rape most possibly to death knowing how cuckholded you nasty badgers truly are. That you are just allowed to do with the nothing you do for anyone and the allowance of money your so called job gives you. But there is no passion and what you will find that if people were made to fund their own schools lots of passion in legal methods would be needed and lots of ethic and regulation would be needed too as in every other job. And it would ensure that people know the cost of money and the worth of people truly as people respected to do a job a certain way and not just students from this or that area!

Has any university truly tried to be self sufficient? And make their own goals ready to the world and bring in the result they want in a way that helps people. No university does this because they outright have no intention of helping people. They have no intention of making life better for this country and this world an only care about making money. No matter how nice they may seem they only are nice for customer service which details money not because of their worldy beliefs outside of money. They only care about money and that is a sad way to be when of course, they really do not want admit the full story is that inside they hold systems that are detrimental to peoples health and social standings and relationships and only worsen them. No one on campus will speak up because education is god in this society and should it be?

It should not be and for that reason I look into why of Kyeombi ten years ago and what perspective the storm gave and what perspective is the tides of change and how money is really nothing in terms of the asset you gain in doing things without expecting monetary exchange. You build connections and you build assets and skills and real ones that work and have application and not ones to find your spot on a team as some type of worker for a type of standard. You need to find yourself your own team and that dynamic of the team is solely up to you. I devised I had no other team but my own self because no body can know the worth of my comics and no one can tell me otherwise or put me down.

In last semester two teachers had a way of changing every one of my works in which I have worked hard for into the equivalent of c or failing work. They seemed to dismiss the meanings I had for each work and though it met the parameters it could never meet the parameters of their mannerisms of doing things because we were two different people. Every other student really had no voice and no thought outside of appealing to the teacher and really thus no self branding.

Instead of playing follower I kept my own estate of myself as brand no matter how much people did not like it that I would not play along. It was too stifling to get along with such tried folk and I did appreciate them at all and the particular one I did care about was this girl who was particular and could be said to following her own brand but was often absent for presentations and such but eventually turned work in. Given here; she had such leyway but I did all the same as everyone and even better in terms of actually things in terms of my own branding. Everyone else was like my assignment here and my assignment there and the people really did not understand the sum of a set and not of two pieces. Held the opinion of the teacher as a god and such teacher would occasionally erupt me because I was so articulate about my work. Did I get

A+ for explaining things in a way no one would. No I did not.

Not one person even really accepted the fact that I was perhaps valid in my statements of self branding. All the while contending with the flux of invading crimes in happenstance from where it usually occurs. And I say this gets to you in way in which you must qwell off unnessecary feelings and focus on the job at hand, basically getting free of the class to go and eventually divulge of the participants of the tirade. Not murder but divulge, gore red killers would not know of such things as they only anticipate to make things worse. In such; the teacher located in which enemies would say are impoverished areas and center of their hate, was faced much by their interruptions spurned on by the tortures of the gore red to do these things for the sake of their lives. It was here that I realized that I was right in every means and had nothing of a sin to my name. And that showed brightly even before but was more validated here and came in great handy when the teacher of that class room, decried that these works of mine where artworks and that they were "Me,me,me". Of course it was me and me as it was my own branding I had seen through all my works but the teacher refused to acknowledge because all his folks else in the class were willing compelled students solely just freaking sheep. Who knew nothing and realizing your team and in my case ;myself, makes you able to stand up and do for yourself you cannot do while attached to frivolous people. And being ganged up upon just for the sake of what you are doing is right and in line, helps you realize if there was a critical expectation for the institute to reach you would be praised instead of punished. And corruption goes down in this manner when there are clear defined objectives even to the money and the ethics of the money.

And no can put you do for not having a certain requirement of living before this that falls in live with the vision of the people at the institute and their qualms about people in which area in which they never travel to.

The lesson of that time in the hurricane and the aftermath of seeing things in the raw and how people treat each other, I realized that if society were to ever collapse I and all other minorities would be on their own fighting against people who find their selves higher than the rest. So fractured is the world that allows for separations and further more as I said you allow mostly people who are there for money rather than learning when things are so centered on money and really no one will ever come for learning when all they see of their ego is helping out "poor people" when in fact these people are middle class falsely labeled as poor just because of their race. And for these misnomers they give their time to help, these misfits and these child sluts they must need money for compensation.

Kudos for those who do not know ;never on the radio during Ike did I hear on the national radio people say once " Humble" to describe my area but rather Houston. As Houston is all that ever fucking matters to anyone. How describable annoying it is to be ignored by the world and have such a fake fronted city promoted even in times of hardship is just a slap in a face and furthermore pushes the meaning of you as your team. People may believe in all these different gods but there in reality is own one god to follow. Your survival in a manner of which God himself would approve. And frankly it is no ones right to direct you. None.

The crime that repeats over and over again. Rings in the head of how hanged up on racism and pure hatred for people they do not understand ;are a certain folk. So valiant, so prideful and so money tripping they do not realize that their school teaches nothing and guarantees nothing and may as well be a donation to whatever God these bastards serve for anyone who leaves without a clue as how they are going to succeed in life further. It is just a scam the modern system of

education allows too much corruption and too much abuse and to be made truly for education people inside institutes should be able to make their own funds and would better make life better in terms of understanding truly the impact they have on the world and surrounding areas and that every person is not a money ticket but a valuable peace of the team. That works together like a manufacturing line to get more people to education and not repelling people from these institutes and their circumstances of crimes and corruption.

Basically wrote this to serve the rest without making it look like it was too drawn out and rather compacts most meaningful messages of the prose together to meet the conclusion of the event and also as an example. It could be said this is a dry well, but its really on how far you want to push things without the meaning fading away and being less effective to your readers of the point you make and sometimes for judgement of what is necessary and what is not you have to end before you plummet in the ratings of what the quality readers expect in your goals and points and what your blog is all about. These are very important elements and I staged this exercise in this manner. However there is something that you can do to pump up your "dry well" which is by placing elements of research that boost the length of posts and also quality and it takes keen eye and thought to this but I will not focus on this for now. Most important in this is giving it time to develop great ideas, eating properly and sleeping when necessary to maximize potential.

Such of this can be found in the start of Kyeombi and all I will say is that it takes time to arise such capital that is both monetary making and well of focus of what it is to do. I will say this is a grand exercise that can be used to get rid of depression and launch your forth even if you loose whomever motivates you. That is going through how you do things with the audience and adding a personal lean or some other lean to it.

And that is it for this event and possibly you might be able to escape the weekend rut with all of these information to motivate and empower you ever the slightest in getting to the point of where you have a following.

inspiration 1 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 21, 2018

Learning to enjoy life again; eating a simple pear is good instead of watching all these shows and drawing comics all day and I do like posting here ever now and then.

MM culture and Molanda.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 21, 2018 Mm culture represents a turn a darker time where Molanda was a new blossoming story easily forgotten and easily to say; that the story is the darkest story ever written by me of that era and changes what happens afterwards meaning that the series become even more dark after that point and if not realistic to a degree, for example Yellowhat. But Molanda is only the thing I am currently working on and may or may not display it as an event on this sight. It is something that is uncertain to appear here and very much by the views this post gets I will decide if I will make it "public" or keep it closed.

internets. extreme.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 21, 2018 Unfortunately for Molanda and that tie lead into what of mm culture, will not be made here, the post does not have enough views for the average modern post rate of this time and so can be judged as unpopular. The internet is a place were people can get hurt, but whatever I write here is the truth of the heart of me in motion and though you may not understand you probably never should take my word for the things here to actually heart if of social relations. Unless I come to

you and say it; it is not what I meant to say. And thus is only a representation of feeling and artwork. And not any real message to make a change in the akin of another channel of social relations. If I wrote it on here and you think it is about you or something or another; the best thing you can do is just ask. I have a tendency to write about women who are less than that of friendly. And the meanings are never that for anyone unless I actually communicate them myself. This is in entirely a disclaimer because people tend to get confused. I mean what I mean.

I will not name names because that is illegal and really disgustingly rude to risk people in a venture of your own choosing. Such of that of an effect. That; I only mean truly what comes from my mouth in the terms of our actual physical conversation.

Here, I may be talking about someone else or not even myself to say in particular at all. Well that is for you to understand that; these guides offer insight and wise marks of reason. If only heard as exactly as they are meant. The given context is all in the post, but never at any time does it mean to direct anyone real and living in my personal social contexts with them, but to explain lessons and parables. And if you want the truth of the last few posts; I just mixed some past relations all in one go of me and some many other people all together, so yea. Listen to the post and not your ego.

syntax styles Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 Sometimes it is not enough to say of event and more so effect it is better to do an event.

Than to say of an event and prepare for it, once again I said I would become the best artist and I have good proof to say that I am the best artist in terms of what the full idea is and displaying it.

Basically in this proclamation. I end the search to be the best artist and mk mzodern will move on to a more nature themed story style. Which will feature Howlicia in all its grandest feats.(32.)

Ribbits and ribbits and frogs of frogs! Good Lord! Raining and raining cats and animals.

surprise Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 leave the darkness of the valley behind keep the girl once in your mind intertwined with good memories and things and thoughts divine.

Do not lose your mind. Surprise.

Surprise. Surprise.

Surprise.

Leave the darkness of the valley behind.

Keep the girl once in your mind intertwined.

Be of the valley and the stories of times and the place unfolding in the morning.

In the morning....!

Bitcoin disrespect.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018

This week Bitcoin tanked by 50%.

Many news places commented on how the users of Bitcoin where talking about Bitcoin.

This comic features a certain Twisted Astronaut known only by some for "whore like" behavior but she never gets the understanding of truly what she is and she is past the nuance is whore and is some of great utility in her own said way. She is not a bit whore. And the people who trade bitcoin are not these unfortunate losers. Everything comes with gamble and risk and frankly using bitcoin is realizing its qualities and its qualities are highly hindered by governments and newscasts and media which know next to nothing in trading bitcoin.

the dark of the woods.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 I run in extended fields and I feel the world collide the guns inside my legs are burning inside the sugars are the guns and the legs in pain and I feel the world collide with that of a dream, when ever is running.

I run in extended fields to light darkness.

To light. To dark.

To light darkness.

I run in extended fields.

To light to dark.

To light darkness.

I run in extended fields.

To light to dark.

Guns and guns and sugar I see the pastime becomes one friend those and that not mine to be satisfied, brim to brim and limb to limb of the horror of the deers slaughter in the shadow of the day in the lighted trees.

And then I would think of seeing you again.

pained sex on the road to primrose catcus foresty valley and canyon dunes.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 There is only one last thing to do starving in this place the travelers they had the pained sex of the regret and regrest on their faces as they mixed and it was only last moment of happiness before death and only last moment of togetherness. Before the fall and before the death only one last moment of happiness before death.

To the left and to the right of the deadly coyote blight the people found the food in the catcuses near the pines and they found their morning rise in fog to their nasty smell of this pained sex.

They walked into and their was an analog for their despair of lack of showers and real bad bedtimes and there they confined the spirit of the woods and pine and catcus and bear.

They had a painted sex then of romantics afterwards...in the sunset of their youths as they became older and the sun it bloomed and the catcus flower did too.

Days Morning Dark Cherry.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 Once so deranged I wanted to lose it in her.

Once for the time of being I wanted to lose it

to her. Her being the one of the cheery cherry dark and her body so gleam and the spirit within was happy and cheer, but I pissed her off and I cry to myself in the new year.

In the new year. Now tell me as the mornings flap and go by and the mornings flap and go by like birds, I prepare for a mission and one time there I was crufixed and stabbed through the brains so many awesome times of misappointed sex flings and ah! My brain stung and the blood in was red. Then I remembered not her at all and I shut down and got stab again till I said enough is enough.

Through the gutter, she would weakly smile at me, though I never know could reach and the people they mocked me as I was to speak and the devil of art tried to eat me out. All in the morning, no one came.

I am boring, I have come. For the one in me and then I found that I could not go back as the place was a flooded waste and everyone had gone off and lost their taste.

The last day she stared at me and I had crufixed myself with many women who all did not do anything at all for me for anything that the women who had stabbed me through the brain so awesomely of devil and never of the humans they said to be. Sarcasm.

In true, they came hungry for sex and came to kill me. So horribly I was stabbed and no one said any thing to the idols of the soft drink and the pink unicorn dream think of a devil of art so pained and so failed...!

That day she stared at me like the devil and cast my eyes away.

She stared at me like the devil and I cast my eyes away.

I cast my eyes away.

I cast my eyes away.

It was a wilderness of an art work of devil and the kin of man gone astray in the timberlands heart decay.

I found myself slipping in the kin of the tide.

Repairing the mind for a year to come...and finally one day it was done.

But one of these days she stared at me again with these eyes, to feel so better of the circumstance of what she did not know and I had felt myself and my mind all go. Maybe I could be with you.

But it was not the one I saw inside. THAT COULD BE WITH YOU so close.

The eyes of the friend was and were of contempt and I never wanted to repent on what a waste all was that she never quite showed up...but the Dark Cherry days were gone as soon as I was stabbed...

Deery cheery days in the sun, where are you, I go down to ocean side and think of who I like...

Dark Cherry Days no more... It feels all like to much of a crime and no one ever give mine which that no one ever recognizes. I have a heart at all.

Just skip over me and buy the lemon soda you like.

As you see my dark cherry heart.......is only in your own eyes.

That met mine.

Days Morning Twilight Blue Cherry Ice. Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 See the lighting of the eyes and the paradise of the heart in comfort zone the ideas that come are so pushed back by shame of cruficixation and suffocation that you see the cold winter as get in of the heart of something truly lost. Get in the heart of something truly lost.

Something truly lost... like even letting the heart go and dream... of truly what you even ever wanted all!

Let the heart go and dream of truly what you wanted at all.

The stares around you are from all the people looking down on you.

Even though its night you can see the light and you can feel the air a magical air the romantics are back again here.

You listen here, shut the fuck up heart of man!

I do not know what to say when the emotion of this duty and dignity are drowned by romance of the eyes of sun.....

There is a paradise that I have to go have fun... laying in the eden in with you.

empty 2018.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 Be brave of the man that is what you understand be golly, golly man, man of the hook and hand.

The people understand that the clock strung on the way wall of the land that I have wasted all this time hiding the people are thinking of the worlds of darkness and making them real in their hands

be brave of the man of its empty I understand.

Its empty I understand.

Empty 2018.

Climbing up the machine of the machine into the dream.

Into the dream!

Of being as it is to be freedom from the evil that has become.

Lost in space.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 Like a ranger, I was lost in space and then I found my face dying and my body dying, on the outside fear was multiplying, no denying no one cared about me just lost in space. Just lost innnnn space! tch..(tune)..(tune)..tch, Lost in space I got no gun I have no face just running through ego space lost in space far from any good race...tick, tick, tick. (hyperdrive into the faces of goddesses) I AM LOST IN SPACE! High of the cross and the race of the man gone wild to be of the twisted for many astronauts just casually sailing.

Lost in space...I'm lost in space..

Far and far and a far away from the fantasy of the enter space.

Cuddled in your arms and the heart of your house.....

ShutterBursts.zi samurai Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 22, 2018 New series of Shutter Bursts that are longer than the original but have two topics per post and are modeled are set after set so its pretty going to be interesting of how this ties into the days and whatnot else.But is a complete another option besides the directions and the essays formats and images previously released. Will have a different landscape for different stories and samurai.

That is about it.

MK MZODERN DASHORE Meadow Cyberpunk Avenue Morning.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 23, 2018 Dashore Meadow Cyberpunk Avenue Morning.

MCAM. People before I begin I am going to tell of how long I have awaited to tell this story.

I have waited an assassination attempt and two major conflicts to tell this story and what the story is how. People undermined the public's trust and defiled an off center university to be that of their university and the lifestyle of a people obscure in their view off side of their painted greatly city. A one plagued greatly like surrounding eras by sexual attacks on women most egress and conversely treating them as they were objects to have these things done to them. The modern era is not kind to the women. The women think they are in a great era of fertility and change but yet are being manipulated to think that these things do not happen to the great utility of an estate. Sex trafficking runs greatly here. One that is allowed to happen as if the women are to service men and that only! Helding mindsets that men are promised to women and vice versa but there is no such thing only manipulations to trap people in their own ambitions.

The pop culture and the tech teaches them that they are pretty and beautiful and yet deserving of this less quality of the truth, and one of the lesser quality of the truth which leads them victim to protecting such a diseased system. And even if they know the truth they clamor in pain. And slowly surely in hearth become apart of the system that pains and hurts hurting and hearting so much that they will only stay in for what the place and ideal was even supposed to be. They will stick around for a lie.

However it is time for the estate of the Hold to fall. Such an annoying embrace this place is. The many arts they would rip apart need to be bashed across their misery faces to tell of the full truth and nothing but the truth and save not them from their lies but tell the world that they so valiantly believe in their lives to kill innocents and children and involve people who never wanted to be hurt nor abused.

They come on vacation and piss someone off, and rear their insipid head , the celebration of morning stops for a while. But continues all the same as they cannot win in their insane summit against the world, he saw that Friday what could be. And that was not one where everyone lived in self degradation to their nasty metrics of sexual defilement. He saw that day of MM party that he could in fact create another entire world of his own making and no one could defile it all. He lived to recover the party and rode on a celestial horse into the parade of bats, blood, octoberfest and the rain of unicorns and cookies and the gyaru's last plight. He calmed down on a blue night and find the war in front him again and again to dispel and dispel until he did not remember who he was. But lastly he was nearly there and eventually over time was able to recover the story of the MM party.

He rode into the mornings again and swore that he would get anything and all back what was missing. Lastly recovered he held his might and slashed and extended his might, crushing a force

with a strength of an army and became the best in the eye of the beholders. Finding the truth of that was to be something more than just that of a modern but a zip ahead. # the story of MK MZODERN.

mornings distinctive edge.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 23, 2018 MOLANDA: Molanda the nurse must help her attacked friend Friday Mourn against Agila Mordes- a Red Nun who wants to crucify Mourn before she exposes the son the head Nun's secret of being the " blood licker" and also the one who made the pact with Charmida who has the region in war in the first place. And Molanda gestures, " what is a nun doing with a son in the first place!"

Howlicia; Rev and Mia Mia travel into the civil war halls to defeat Itici Maynor the creed holder of the opposing land to finally end the war but discover forests and forests which all interconnect to different worlds. And find their civil war to be that of a small part of anything and that the Gorgons of Gorgon city will annihilate them and their culture for being forever trapped in wars that never end and implant their culture which is not well for them within.

Nothing will ever be the same at mzodern.

Coffee Mornings.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 23, 2018

I think this is the last chapter of Mornings, it was grand talking about the idea of the mornings and bring a past time to an end but now it is time to move on with living and doing and not being hung up on the past which was the purpose of the venture in the first place and furthermore it is time to go farther than before and expand the stories into their respective formats and do other things in the meantime to rest and continue on.

Last Day of Production.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 23, 2018 That was a long gambit and people tried to construe my meanings but no one actually could do so. Because I made it here with my head held proud and now I will begin my comics as a separate site.

I would like to include a lab with a character but rather I will create ads for the series to come on that site and follow the original strategy of going from Shark on Campus up as my plan. Long was the road but short is the end. I thought I was going to end this blog but I got a lot of things still yet to do and will not end it for the consideration of " studies" as such studies are a mockery

of studies. I seek the true and not the false. So be if you are not true- you need not to be here.

There is a new mzodern one that embraces high modern and not low modern. The end.

emphasis on the lifestyle of greenship.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 23, 2018 I have been waiting eagerly to speak about stories and events that do not have to follow a specific system. I basically have been working on the routines to further more constitute content for this site, like an expose comic, stories of great importance, direction posts and shutterbursts. I feel the upmost importance not to rush things for the sake of this completion. There are about 4 books in progress and for now I feel that is the most there should be at this time. Why? Because there is not enough information to make 16 and perhaps in the future but now I am going to go with 4 or 5 books instead of 16. There are too much changes in each book to rush through each and really each book depends on another and as of such I am not going to guild these things at all. The articles that I am to write and the things I want to draw I will do them of my own accord.

For that I am going to take some time to draw characters and just that of characters. You see in Inspiration 1; I just thought about this idea for Protics and see that post for a hint. Protics you see is all about the strange and delude. And you'll see the idea is modeled of of cyberpunk perhaps even vaporwave. I sometimes like to just draw without the need for comics and such will be

shown here; I did an event in 2015 and the summer of 2016 and the event of 2017 summer (but I did not tell anyone about it). I am going to do this because outside of writing of the upcoming mm party and the 4 serials per each series and advertisements per each; I do have the state of heart and mind to do these things in a manner in wish I exactly wish and I will not have it any other way.

However I have a secret more else than which to reveal. I am going to reveal a style different from mm culture and one I call Hyperscape. It originated earlier in spring 2014 about years ago and actually includes versus ce vogun and is highly anime influenced and sub outlets are Brain party and Japanverse and also can be said to include Killpen, Krushre and some new ideas. It also references a link to Pure magazine.

In addition to the four serials that are given. There will be a variant world called Jackal World which is more book friendly and more lets say colonial aristocratic styled than the other with elements of intrigue, opera soaps and drama and high action and adventure. I feel much a change from the previous additions.

Not actually pertaining to this blog nor any other however; once I get to be able to feel normal and natural about the pen I will. Complete the comics I have already started as you can notice I do multiple things with my actual time in life. So much so that after completing the high method of fast converse for comics; I see there is time to change my life. To move away from the tide of oppressed comics to them become an every bit part of my life. I will not rush for anyone at all.

And I will explain as many ideas as I want to explain. Life has become much more jacked over than what you realize and money and ethics non holy and the ego of rich and ambitious evil folk has taken over.

Life of romantics is soiled and diseased. Life of creativity is that is what I have saved and thus will give onto everyone this gift in due time. Why? When people would rather put poison in their mouths( tide pods) and listen to vile and contempt talk and exile citizens for being of a different race it is time to put an end to this cycle of " just let's sit on our asses and do nothing".

That brings about the new motto, " everything in the meadow can be brought". Which means if you can see it can be done do not waste your breathe fighting it and when I mean when you see it- it is things of good and not things of bad, just make a commitment to do it.

Everything in the meadow can be brought also means I will reveal the true meaning of MK MZODERN and its official branding liner." Ever wonder about more on a certain topic, story or brand or fictional individual but never could get it out, MK MZODERN encourages you to talk about, draw about and write about these things in which would never been said but to a high degree. Encouraging you to engage heavily on your interest in these areas by a streamline of work that ends when you say it ends and one heavily founded by your own ideas on the subject manner to a grand degree. Becoming a head leader of your own creativity and hidden will by this and many other manner of methods. Also with real and at times brutal accounts of events and articles, creative posts and assertions and much making true application out of news stories."

And more so to personally estate a new change and separation from this non participant trap of school vs comic secretly and complete eradication of the whole struggle of making comics, " give the control of story and great content to people as well as serve as a brand of stories of the

author(s) 's own musings and maze of interest."

Basically as well in addition to this; I add the two subjects "targets" and"pines"and "crows and owls" to the objective of art style and want to focus on writing krushre stories as original stories in remembrance of the effort in 2015 to do so.

All these changes will come about; jh and sn.

-mzodern.

yes shop for your life from mzodern.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 24, 2018 shop for your life, mmmzodern shop for your life, mmmzodern get in the car with bought girlfriend and good frosty milkshakes from the falling out of your dreams.

Shop for your life.

Shop for the girl. mmmmmzodern.

Shop for guns if you like get down in the party if you like too get down further in things you want to do.

The girl is just a brand and the romance is too and you know its quiet sad and true, she'll never take care of you.

Take care of the ideas of the mall and you can by a beach ball for fun at the time with friends who do not exist but you will ever experience the ad unless you make it so. Unless you make it so.

Shop for the girl and all the things she wants you will still come up empty......!

As fuck when all you do is shop for a lifestyle and never live as the one for you.

To be the best you...ba-bhump shop for your life,mmmzodern mmmmzodern.

emphasis on rocky nature.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 24, 2018 Now the grand changes mean a great deal of schism from what was said of before. Will be discussing new things from times in different perspectives than before. Or rather speak of the entire truth. Like the summer of 2016 end. Rather I settled to not think forward on anything at all and just continue to do because you know what; I had completed everything I needed to complete but I was not happy and did not feel as if I had achieved anything at all. Really much at all. I had tried to redo the three by three method and found that the comic was self contained to those drafts and there was at that time no was to translate that of the drafts into comics off the bat and decided that maybe; I should just wait to do it later and what better time then reflection on the past of mk mzodern and collection in tomes.

How invigorated with such purpose of effort to fix a faulty system did I launch forward in this time but I realize in modern and by that summer 2016 end there was nothing to fix and I had done nothing wrong at all. And basically I was very conflicted and I did not want to move forward and so I never did even to this day. However; I assess in later that I went to search for solutions to my problem and only ended up in a deep dark mess in which I was forced to accept the truth and the very truth is-the world itself is very fucked up. When people do nothing and I will not talk about this any further, but I say it opens my eyes to way certain things in life happened the way they did. And to support this system would be to hate ones self and I feel as if that is all too certain reality youths have to face. To fight truly against the system of attribution of dark will or become apart of it thinking they can achieve happiness while being apart of it and dreaming!

I found myself at a stand still and I will write on this and the meaning of Mornings; MZodern Crisis of Real. And this is simply talking about things in a manner in which they should truly be talked about with no real holds to say in terms of what should be spoken about on this blog.

finishline. iseemodern Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 24, 2018 I see that there was a modern and it was time for it to all and all end. O, I see grandsky of failure tales of darkness in the sky and I wished an everygreen day hi, but to the surprise of me inside the forest I wished to be was a decay to wipe that one dream away of me succeeding and liking that forest.

So I found another forest of the winter time, call it winter tribes.

Winter tribes and dark vibes contrasted and the battle that lasted left me weak and torn up inside for all the sweat I felt and then all the sweat I could and could not feel. I left that place for the timberlands of the eve and the nigh and the morn and the fish

of the creek of a park of the jake. I found myself down by the lake again and again found myself the forest my friend. Trained and trained again, life was hard then again. In the pines of whichever I found the solace and no one could take it away.

I was gunshot by the bullet to start the race and CARED and carried on with it inside.

It was pained and it was strained to think I was wrong but for the sake of survival I was so wrong just for the elm, pine and elk. I wished to see again. I did nothing wrong.

Yet I see modern again. Of arrogant the people are. Arrogant the people are.

Arrogant.

I climbed up the wall of the ivery and saw a tragedy. The gun bullet inside of me collapsed me and I held onto life through the dark woods. The dark woods that only got more dangerous to thread and laid in red of people which should be dead. But I swear they have all these pressures built in my head and I draw em out in a big grand storm of life and death.

To find the only thing is to set thy self free and accept the has done nothing wrong.

Done nothing wrong, nothing wrong. Nothing wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong...wrong.

AT ALL! And I see the finish line, ahmm-mmhm.

5tree5.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 24, 2018 From " How many promotional pieces can a movie have?" to Finish Line I see Modern there are many posts and many eras covered which make up the fifth book in actuality. Will include various informations of ads, completion of articles by different manners and all other sorts of materials to be included like mark market post value and the reason at all of why this significant post matters. Yes, surprising it is. But that means there is a lot to be shown and this might actually extend 2 or 3 or even 4 books worth of information. Will observe MK MZODERN in the direction of MM culture which is something in the style of grand marketing and medium.

Complete with songs with their own direction. And art collections and more!

The New MK MZODERN is alive in this book and so you will see it all therein. In the upcoming select posts in which their stories are expanded because at this point it is not effective just to do them all and think they come with a great quality, no they would all have the quality next to trash. I say only a few because it gives the book away and defiles the creations inside for the sake of views.

So by now there are 5 works in motion and now you will see a selection of them created in full.

There was going to be the whole stories revealed for this all including Asward and Mindgames of this time period but really that is all too much to include on the blog for which the quality is too illustrious to be included on the blog.

To be known it is difficult right now to ascertain the whereabouts of what will be said on Kyeombi but we will soon come to agreement of that particular matter.

MK MZODERN BIRTHDAY PRIME. Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 24, 2018 Its been long overdue, but its time to celebrate the Birthday of MK MZODERN in true. It should have been celebrated earlier but a lot of progress had to be made up and in this following event.

I will celebrate works up to highest points of views including the latest high point which is this month of Jan. 2018. The views have not been around 4,000 for some time now for a month at all for a very long while. But the quality and the views is what matters and for now- it matters that the quality and the views match up and the quality is not poor and receiving high views. Usually that would denote progress would need to be made for the endeavor I want to do. But now since quality high and the blog truly meets its purpose for now I am going to go back into the past and emphasize each thing-all the purposes that led up to these peaks in views. DECEMBER 2013.

MAY 2014. Jan. 2015.Jan.2018 are all the high points. And rather some points are simply those who beat out near months for higher views.

December 2013; The masterful end to a time in where many things were introduced just to explain an idea, in the continuation of ideas, I will actually divulge into the full ideas head on and talk about the consequence of the environment in the condition of the posts and this will be the said true story in sorts at least in logistics and mantra and ideal.

MAY 2014 Was a departure from an environment in which I gave it all but nothing seemed to work and frankly I was glad I made provisions for the blog to continue afterwards and features complete ideas yet again.

Jan 2015 Was a change from depending on writing on the blog to actually develop the focus of what I wanted to study for my own practice and frankly allowed alot of freedom and no constrains. The full tale of this experience.

Going to skip two years for the sake to say that for these years, views were not good at all because I did not promote them. But they followed the mantra of 2015 but not focusing on the blog but pursuits to further in actuality instead of pure sensationalism.

Jan 2018 is the revival of the original theme and new themes as well and many things have occurred up to this time and many things will occur and happen in this time. Signifying 5 years in which MK MZODERN has simply stayed alive with its certain purpose to come full effect in this Birthday Prime event.

technogothica october end.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 25, 2018 There have been many versions of technogothica but this version will be the end of the series.

Marking the start of the comic being produced online and else on paper. October end will face a challenging challenge, defeat friends or defeat the love possibly of your mortal life? What is decided?

Hell...will arise in this tale and fire may conquer or unity across worlds in this finale tale...!

Beyond the flaming beryond is a journey of a difference.

The first and last glimpse. Originally started as an addition to Lezhin I decided to wait it out for a bit.

mkmzoderndecember2013 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 25, 2018 I apologize but this is what mzodern is.

I was feeling a little big plague on not being able to find a comic book method in summer.

I felt unaccomplished and in summer and felt a bit way more uncomfortable in my surroundings.

I tried to fill in this unaccomplished vibe by trying to fit in with people and their " spirit".

Did that for a week and nothing really checked out; realized I was still me. I had to be me too and not someone else. But I could still pretend to be in with everyone.

I tried to keep the original fight alive or rather continue what I started in the summer and that I did. I started conflagration to finish what I felt I missed over the summer.

Most whismical was the class of friday that amused me for how it was structured and was a very cool class. There were many pretty ladies that I all had such " lust" for. Yet there was only one who could make my heart tick again as if to naturally really continue life instead of all these obligation talks I would say. However there was a major issue...a major issue indeed. People tried to cockblock me.

Over time I met girl who was one I was able to speak with. I miss the fact that I could have just asked her out and the problems to come would have all been solved. But I did not because I did not want to be pushy. And thought best of it over time.

The roomate had much fun in sex and I was jealous. I rather not say but there were other reasons I did not sleep in that room.

I saw difference in resident students and non resident students. In which there was no difference at all in some cases but in others greatly. Some much did not know of extent of what went down in the residence. Others who of the residence seemed to be acting strangely different; I will never forget the peculiar face of a friend who looked disturbed always nearing the pond.

The pond was great for mediation but also great for observing people and how they viewed their lives and prospectives here.

I usually sometimes would eat a meal after here-in the best student dinner there was but sometimes the food was terrible.

At first I tried to be friendly and made some friends for some while but we were really not hang buddies but rather hang fellows. At a certain time we would study and/or hang out together.But really after a time the group broke apart and I hung out with another group that would come to be from my own particular else ventures or that is because of my involvement I will say they were the group I did hang out with next. I regret never befriending some girls who would appear during the fire escape routines and this one girl I did speak to before...I could have had actually friends that I would still know to today I believe. I kept coming across them I did.

The true ideas; of real nature were to discover the nature of pine. I wished truly I had done continue working on the stories of here while working on a novel but I digress. I simply digress.

Odd locations were based on ideas I was making fun of or wanted to talk about and thought I centered on the topics to much and their particular meanings and did not actual craft a well story.

I thought to take a break. One class was challenging in the aspect it continued the theme of what I was making fun of and then it did not. It led into something dark and deeper.

Kevin M and Angelica were all projects developed in times of study and often the library. Herein I noticed a large sub culture in the library. In which others would act differently if almost covertly within and others would act as if it was a grand day there. I realized that none of those "grand day" people lived there. Getting on the topic of romance, I was not all too concerned as I really had some more important things to worry about. You should try to not hop into things and rather allow them to happen naturally or rather do not trip yourself just to kid yourself( in certain matters more than one).

Surely I was only sure of one thing.

There were many projects. There was a hunt and some projects were never started. For I did not want to go that direction in the new year. The hunt was just to be an event but I actually felt nothing for what I was doing.

Writing the novel was hard it was. I felt closer to my dreams each chapter, however I never got it even published only shortly on an external site which in modern I have removed.

I must admit that I did want to sleep with this girl but only but for sleep.

Sleeping in the back lobby was actually peaceful. But waking up in heat was not.

The cruelty of being alone is known where no one knows what you go through and makes fun of you as if you know of such "good quality" of living here. And best not say that it is otherwise.

Real Nature should have been a series about 170 serials but I was lazy and did not put in much work and basically butchered the series. In current; three different versions if not 4 versions exist. Did not get to some works. Basically the world is new is overshadowed by the world is vile and I stopped writing.

The attack on women and their possible sexes is terrible.

The undermining of natural dating is terrible.

The discrimination and destruction is terrible.

The people are fake and red hood aligning.

Not all can hope to be of the five false suns.

Deadly accounts of brutal honesty can set you free. if you see soda, drink it like it is beer. the problem with talking to women here. boast of sex. drip drop out is the new unknown. regrets and none at all. realizing the corruption. meadows. sex in the woods.

11 knights. the age of again. becoming cold and golden gold rain.

Is what I would say the topics would be from a modern standpoint. And so very different it would all be.To paint the truth and not live in the veil of the unknown and vile.

Leading up to the large views simply was the utility of the shutterbursts and them being used by bots to incur views simply because they were connected to the search engine.

I highly state that trying to use a place as vile as wicked as that as a utility was the worst mistake ever and if I ever would have know how much vile and wicked I would have gone on that path no different than that of which I went in. There is a great deal of respect you should not give to such places. I does not matter that you did not come there for what they think you did; to be tortured and all else miss out on true opportunities for life long friendship.Truly what could be said where the true hangouts with people who were simply not there on coincidence or the same consequence, you just really got along well and never got to say anything much to them at all for the sake time with them was always limited and always hard to find.

True oppression is realizing you have sexual feelings but will never reach the state and level of time and relationship in which people will treat them well.

Excitement is that realizing that you have been so emotionally tried from highschool that you really do not feel anything real in danger unless it comes to attack you. Trying to cover up the fact that you are tried is something that is hard to do.

Realizing youth is your potential and it can not be wasted in traps is a blessing and realizing your purpose at a certain place is also very essential.

Trying to follow a path to comics but realizing the very place and circumstances limit your ability to do so, with such an annoying sport person culture they think just because they pass balls around they are doing something and entitled to a free scape in this scene of vile and can treat anyone especially women how they wish.

Dissing girls is never fun especially when you only do so for their own good. the warmth of icy war keeps you warm and true endearing eyes.

Realizing that you will miss your friend more than anyone...you so call a friend. But later it should be known that they are just these friendly people you have gotten too close to. And forcing things like hnagouts does not work out when you only met up out of coincidence and they next really truly gave you a reliable contact source.

Wishing to be free, but having to find some other ways to be free in this situation when a girl is in trouble; priceless. But not when everyone is being attacked.

jan 2018 mk mzodern, Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 25, 2018

Remark on the past and realize how much has changed.

There are unexplainable things.

Being free from the grip of the past is a very good thing.

Taking a prolonged break with only less importance in just getting things done but moving forward as well.

Traveling using old concepts but with new methods.

Realizing truly how corrupt people are if given a chance to get over everyone indeed.

All of the romantics are a waste. When people look at you like that of an owl just for decoration of self and never realizing their connection to you at all as you have them at all. Realizing there was always a beach house. Truly there was never to be a happy ending in the circumstances here of a truly broken system.

Having realize how much work you have done and it is not enough and no one seems to give a damn about your work especially the one you expected to know of this work.

Writing mornings was important but realize that true instinct is truth. There was a mistake in not chasing the right individuals and basically going to shame supporting someone who barely knows "real support" of self.

The real self is sexually frustrated...says one who calls it lust.

Lust if to call it even that of me is something very important to my character dynamic.

No one can truly notice that I. Really do not carry on about their quibble every day of my life as they care on their quibble on destructing society and destroying lives.

Given notice on a new discovery; I am going to put effort where it is needed.

Truly Mornings gave me ability to comfort hidden issues in myself and things around that I am too afraid to say.

But now I am done drowning.

May 2014 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 26, 2018 I am very confused about things and it is as if I cannot go anywhere much without pain flairing up of any sort and so I keep to the tide of survival. Even if it is not academic, there cannot be any

academic or job without me and so I keep on going.

There was this very interesting story and I keep on reading as there is a fallout until its just me trying to put together the sexual whim with the romantic and look out onto yonder and see the yellow green lining of a new dawn.

I keep streaming songs because I know I can go back and always expand on what these ideas mean and really life is more than this place and is not one city estate on its own.

Even if I am to be alone and no one really remembers me and I have made countless so called, " mistakes" in talking to people it shows how corrupt the place is to even be thought of such things..

As running out of time and running out of place.

I do think I did the best deed of stopping a sniper and shows the true merits of me.

Jan 2015.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 26, 2018 Should I continue in what could be seen as a party of pits and shame?

Should I continue? I do not believe it to be necessary to do such acts and things.

That are only for this sensationalism.But really I have no more strength to do the things for the stuff I have seen which is only getting worse week by week and year by year. Stuck in what could be borne hatred for people who try to do anything at all.

I had been bashed over the head several times, yet I would not quit. I kept my resolve up by doing else and not waiting for the death in of course several times that year I would evade defeat and death in more than one occasion. I held straight forward toward the end, and I cannot say I was distracted many times and maybe one time I got too distracted and decided I did indeed have to see it to the end just not be forever in this bliss of this going to a new place and that new place is vile and has led to the stressing of an ailment.

I try to think of having a family but people just do things in spite of me having such ideas in their antiquated and vile manner of thinking it is a complete turn off and maybe now that I see that no one I saw to the end for has any view that is anything different from this; I know how vile the society we live in is. And how dark the inner meadow is past the fantasy and dream. There is no real dream in you, just expectation that people be normal and once people are not how you like them to be, forget them and all their worthwhile feelings and you dispatch any feelings as lust because you never will respect anyone truly of this outlook as they do of you. Truly it is said all the hellos went to waste. And probably just were anything but real to you. Take it upon your self to determine the quality of life that you never have seen and never have known as none worthy and people are just as to be as you be. No one ever expected that of you. No one said the negative of you that you were so quick to estate afterwards. No one would ever believe that

people could be so damn negative to the darkness that is only seeing the light that they do not notice that not everyone lives in such false brightness and such hypocrisy every day to day.

People could say they bled and bled, but that alone is never enough for you. They have to be shining prince exactly as you see the prince and nothing more and nothing less and do not even let things take time to take focus. Just direct that people are out to get you and when people actually come to write about talking to you, this is it. You can one; never accept that people would ever go such a length of self improvement just to be with you. That people would travel as far as they did and get as far they did for you. And if you cannot realize what it all means. I'd rather I spent some time using my promise all those times on someone else, someone who knows what love is. And so what of lust and so what of having multiple interests, it is certain that if someone is willing to go such lengths for you that they do indeed like you and want to know you for real no lust involved. However much in pain one might truly be in; nothing will ever change that through all the obstacles and all the pain and all the contortion to not be of dreaming to be with you. That they out of everything and one day come for you and try to get you to listen. But the point was; should people even have to make you listen? When you were the person who made them feel this way and giving them all these signals of sorts that they cannot ignore. Its a joke that I made that year just to get closer to you, so you would not slip away. But you slip away on your own accord. Do not give a damn for people in pain...yet nothing has changed that they gave their heart away. They gave their heart in hopes of one day being with you, with great faith and hope and effort and prayer. Yet you turn your back on them after they cry out in why you do not even remember them! And not to be rude. It was you who grabbed at the heart and it is cruel to see devil in them after all this time and just let them go like it was nothing...and not to be rude, it means you are-! One who never respects the effort and work they put in because they have been labeled by others for nonsense that they created to place blame for all the vile and wicked things they do...and you do not clearly respect the utility and if anything has lust and lust that is not with loyalty. The lust of just dropping people when they do not longer meet your standard of romantics.

Can have all these convenient feelings but when reality strikes a number can never count on.

Even to the end of which I can go to say I have any respect for myself which has been passed more times than none, I never truly went away from being with you and never did it occur that you would never recognize me as I did you. Not even seemingly as a person I was recognized, just someone who fell in love and got toyed with by someone not mature enough to recognize the damage they did in the first place and more so the damage they do just leaving people to hang.

Just like they are trash.

I have struggled ever since December when I sent for you and you did hardly send anything convincing back...to be complete real. I did not want to fall in love with you, and only did so not because it was convenient rather it is just what happened. And what happened is that you ditched me.

I live in the past I do. But you have gone on. And I pray that its not over and at the same time you recognize the worth in the actions of people rather than your idealistic ideals becoming reality. I can cover it all up and say this and that and just try to talk to people about their

experiences and make a wholesome record of the experience. But the truth is that I have no one.

No more. Because you left me hanging and I will never know if you will ever wake up and realize your worth to be more than a dream and more of reality. But I never waste my time in these words or these acts or whatever I fought for, the love I had will always be there in the periods of which up to the point I say I cannot go on. And maybe it will help you sometime in your life, and I may or may not be there when you return if ever. But I wish you no harm but to open your eyes.

This year I fought to say I was in love with you but so clearly,only trying to further reach you will destroy me if anything of respect is to be reached for self it will be completely lost by the time I reach you and be reduced to bones. I cannot regenerate. I have no claws. I am only man.

And I am only man to notice my prayers instantly go somewhere else. Where perhaps they need to be. To set me free from pain and agony. Never consider you fucked up in your life, you are an angel! True woman of god. I fucked up not at all. I pure devil to you, okay? Let us understand that neither devil nor angel exist and we are just people! People misguided by a vile system and cruel predicament.

But I know you cannot be reached. I know you cannot be found, you are lost in spells and messages of devilbound. Confused by society that is so fine and so finite of dreams. I would unlock your true dreams if only you let me...!

But for self and for self preservation as of now, it was you who choose to disavow me after enchanting me. Try to make me out a fool for wanting you. But I am no fool. And for now.

I pray that I need salvation. For I do not need the you who can not even come through.

And this is how the promise sadly ends.

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Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 27, 2018 Will feature one serial editions of stories from that time in 2015. And then it will do other stories and that will be a great deal that will led into mm party and the advent of Kyeombi's start and what better day to do it all than Friday.

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Cake Busters e074 India virtue the 300 mlk city 667 beautiful.

The pilgrims of alie lou high.c.ll.

Sambraka Swords.

Somepthing.

News 66 News 99 Channel Koomador Billards 99.

Bilards 88.

Black Boy War Day! Channel Luckseed.

Killer Romance. (V) Perrigton Branches.

Selector Color Romance.

Hascarmendoes.

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Sleepwalker assassin slide.

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Weatherman. Weathermen.

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M psychosis Cherria Cangritta Stripes.

Starvation Pirates.

Gunnyman Sharps.

Wizards and Castles of Lane Zeen.

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I see modern collections 4YD. Lemuironore.

Game runner one square cube. who the sedd noch. jane chasers. paris descending! women art ministry.

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Cake Busters I find the people of the cake busters all through the week, so lucky I kinda wonder what is going on. I know it’s a devils calling but the people of the vile, vuke and Camille are all there. It’s a fuck fest. The ap one, oh. So prestigious and so fucking Fuck fuck fuck. e074 India The Marty and the Leinzy Staruat traveled to a morphed india, with formations through the sky and fast foods and malls on the lullaby. The fighting of the civil war had given away to a new modern nation one day where the people played of the lye and lie was that they were together with the Egyptians and the egret people of the lower class and the immigrants. United States of India. It was. A place of god. No polygamy and no many gods. No more india as you know here. I find my clud and then my cucks of the moment that was king. The people were of the land of egreted folks. I tried to cammoflodge I tried to reconnect.

But all the mind did was disinfect and all that I could do was stop their project. Of mental insurgency thou compass defile morals and humanity. Humanity. Has it all gone astray will anyone admire the gossip of the muck and decay no but they are stuck in their bolly holly wood way. And the war again starts when Kyle and Sienna of the Dapphenne they be come for the holly merry in the sea! Which Marty and Leinzy try to stop them be.

For they can not see through romantic possibility its all a game!

Its all a game. It’s a game.

virtue the 300 The virtue of killing hearts and ripping them apart Nothing can tear us all apart if we let the violence start And the fire come from my fucking heart and the people falling and falling apart You will never be the one at the start to even know what the world is to know that Gosh it is good and know that everyone has sake for the hood of the red!

Of the red. Lucky one. One, one, one!

The virtue of the islands of the coasts And foremost I did not boast. I! ran down the river side and I saw the sea and was afraid for all the ancient dinos that could be. I was scared. I was scared. But everything was paper craft and every skeleton swirled around me and I was scared In the sacred virtue of the night I felt my skin come up at night to what you expect forever I said never ever ever. The eyelids of the man for which you can understand were coming at me. To see that I was powerful as the sea and the ones who drowned it.

I had since to tell them off but no, in the virtue humanity is not lost But in the eyes it becomes colorful And the sea of eyes it becomes undeniable the strength over life/life.

That has given fucking sacrifice.

To me. I see that I was the one wrong in the belly of the sea.

That I am just a man, I am just a man no matter what colorful image you give me.

A life of the man had tooth and hand and the one who was man.

No, no, no. I was the man who stood up on his hands and saw her on the beach of the island………..! mlk city Details of the regret, details of the dress regret. My toes they fucking hurt and my belly it fucking hurts. I walk around the living room to feel better. I walk around the trees to free better. But only surgery of God in men can refuse the effects on the kin.

He had many men inside but he could not choose which one to be for each girl inside to pair with. The insects inside the mind. The people laughing cause they ate insects.

The slaves in toil to make insects and the romans who will never rest in peace and I cry!!! I run the campus but no one can hear them and if they are heard they are ignored and if heard they are destroyed. They cannot be heard and the beds are blue and red. They force the fuck through imagery and luck.

I don’t fuck, luck. I don’t give a fuck. Luck.

Fuck!

They force the mind of satan they have no heart what is god in this world falling apart, I laugh I laugh. I fuck not at all.

Details of the kill I will not regret to have them here. I am not your friend.

Friends never let them die in the valley. But I was dead and I was disturbed when everyone involved covered it up. I fell out for you.

And the walked around for you, but you never showed up and that was the ending.

Fir that time of thought.

In the trees and in the mind of the heart of ember and the pines conversing with the past time of solemn thought in the depression of this landscape of mediation in darkness. Such murk and mire!

To destroy this lie is my desire!!!!!!!!!!

667 beautiful.

And I never gave a fuck.

667 beautiful, never gave a fuck.

Never gave a fuck, 66beautiful and I never give a fuck.

66 beautiful and I never gave a fuck.

When I saw you, I just knew what to call you. A fucking bitch.

Some shade of blue varying throughout your (fucking) summer dress that would later become your party dress and repressing all the notions of fear and exhaustion,(fucking) I call you beautiful, so 66-7 beautiful.

I call you beautiful, so 66-7 beautiful.

S fucking beautiful but ugly inside.

So beautiful to me, don't you see. Don’t you fucking see.

66, the main fantastic sites all making this feeling, reeling in fucking this scene.

I thought it was perfect to be in love. this atmosphere I feel myself. & seven, the main feelings I love you for.

But I want to feel so much I can’t know, I am the one.

To stay true to my projected image of you, you are a goddess.

But the image was fractured and it was all in my devotion.

In morals, shape and beauty, every way.

You are so perfect, you see, I call you beautiful.

I call you beautiful, so 66-7 beautiful.

I call you beautiful, so 66-7 beautiful.

So beautiful to me, don't you see.

66, the main fantastic sites all making this feeling, reeling in( I am Fucked.) this atmosphere I feel myself.( is dread) & seven, the main feelings I love you for. ( once only for you) To stay true to my projected image of you, you are a goddess. ( but not in reality)

When I saw you,( I was fucked) I just knew what to call you.

Some shade of varying red, green and blue all over you,a gem hue cause you are a goddess of the beautiful! ( I will realized I died just for to toss me aside) You are so perfect, you see, I call you beautiful.

I call you beautiful, so 66-7 beautiful.

I call you beautiful, so 66-7 beautiful.

So beautiful to me, don't you see.

66, the main fantastic sites all making this feeling, reeling in ( so bad I am fucked.) this atmosphere I feel myself. & seven, the main feelings I love you for.

To stay true to my projected image of you, you are a goddess.

And one who cannot fucking feel.

The pilgrims of alie lou high.c.ll.

How periled it is to be the one of the is.

And that is of the targets and all the bullets Never getting a rest and never get a chance To say what you mean ah, in the pilgrims of allielibottom Cry their eyes out of the bottom.

Of how cruel the world is and with the eyes of the tiger They go ahead on whim to find the world as dark as it gets and harder it gets Only circumstance of the light shinning bright in the night.

Can delve the forest of the dark night and bring a time of progress in the ight Never wavering from the sight of the meadow moons at night.

To keep the hearts bright.

Even If wondering way at the turn of night dizzyingly away!

The life is not for that dream of evil that turns in the night But the one of the day. And the one of the life beyond.

Even if you do not believe that you are pure demon steam.

You will not fuck the dream.

For they are just one now and the tears will not drive out the mind.

And the mind arises and shouts‌ You will not destroy the dream.

You will not destroy the dream.

Sambraka Swords.

Basically Sambraka is a sword fighter Being sword fight and sword fighter being sword fight.

Fight and fight for the boy of delight,blue neon hot night.

Has the go for friends but never can find the courage to speak to them really about it all. In a way in which it will not consume them all. Call it leaning on someone to hold you through but then they toss you through. And frankly ignore you.

There is no normalcy here. And anyone true is in fear of what could happened to those they love here. They have blood on their hands and chocolate on their knees and blood In their mouths and their lives of Charlie, ripping down the target estate and all the things of the mall that they hate. They try make to lies to spread their hate and confuse love and I have to wait. I fall in love with the person I think I hate.

But I know, it was true love after all. But no one should be forced to choose No one should be forced to loose.

I have a goose of the land of gold and feathered irony of the makings of the match.

I will not be fought and slashed. I will recognize and reconquer the truth.

I will reinvent the truth. The world of lies spins and I have the guns and I have the blood to make the amends.

To world go crashing down in lies And the black only outlines everything indeed but the night what you need.

Not the black only the darkness of the moon.

White bushes of the fame of the god, the people clearly do not believe in.

Are there for anyone to eat the fruit but said couple of adam and eve girlfriend and boyfriend eat the devil’s fruit posed as gods guidance.

To let words bend their eyes and ears and actions

Till they are puppets of a system. Their life is never their own and anything they grant theirselves never comes about even naturally at all. Its just given.

And know I do not receive I know I earn.

Somepthing.

Persona of the college experience, so much marketing it grims you and so much you do not belong you plague being there for anything at all, not all that works When people are after you.

There are dark agents against you.

Fall asleep in the class, null the pain and be all numb and the people are all So dumb and you can see where they have the sum, for against or neutral Drive illegal car against the cultural landscape and heroes of the past and heroes of comic room and doom.

Drive the –drive thru- drive thru the drive the drive I cant find the words because someone tries to rip em away and I scream of the pleasantry. And the savagery.

Demons come and they strike the hammer friends are lost and all alone again/ Frame and reframe the loss again and the worlds of the pieces of the eyes.

Darkness filled the heart so many times but the darkness left and I felt alive inside never getting killed I had things to project in this life. I rose one day with the dreams of the ninja. Killing them with the stars and trampling with the mind with worlds and controlling their lies away and dispelling the notion of the heroism in conquering the world at all. Leave everything as it something all alone and leave the knights in calling of dark inspid thoughts and blood on their hands to rot to the thunder moon and vanquish their dark red hearts, trample with the heart of the people inside.

Make them crawl and fetch out blood.

I am of love and not of hate and that is something good.

News 66 Welcome to the future of modern Were your life is changed and the bones of belief are framed out from a locker Where to which you become a hero of your own knowing and ever knowing that You are a hero indeed. A hero to lead and not destroy and not be rushed by the bulls and shit. Become the stronger and not the lesser.

Of the tribal incarnate do not become the lesser and be entrenched in hate.

I find the lesser the constant transcendent anticipate I find the skullduggery and I cannot anticipate the rising hate as pink lemononade tide Reaching in the outside and inside with dr pepper mixing out on the outside of the mind and the inside to form to conscious for this message. Fuck bleeds and linnings, Linen and moxy let it roll. Let it roll and let it go.

Welcome to the future of modern.

Were the life is only as it is. To even be.

To even be. To even be. To even be.

News 99 Dragon of the koolaid breaking down on the inside of men, men, men.

The world is a tribal printing for you to see and the people of the lions and The people of the world. News 99. The terrorism across the waves no one gives a damn But they will find you in the end and try to hide their nasty feelings as hey done anything As being of disgrace. I find myself the one.

Being the only one against the tide of the blood they have for the people Who deliver the news, so cocky and think they clean but if the women could have Cocks they be dirty because they obviously will never knock and know what is like To wash the cock clean and just extent the belief that all men just want to extend and release. I protend. That they can not find sanity and let the wave come over me. Over me. I crash it down. Down, down. Down.

Decision Day. Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 27, 2018 The rise is different, embrace nature my folk, swing from trees and embrace it in the worth of its art because of all of real nature is going away and its true that its going away. If you left the world become of that of decay. This is the decision day. I write in several tones and I have five routes to say what it is at all. Working to tell you in a song, working to tell you in one line, working to tell you in one page, one single method after and then a song again. And then the world again.

I am going to tell I reflected on me and of the world and that it is over the journey from that time I stepped in the lou and settled for the old and not the new. But then went strong into the new and now I see the wintertribes over and over and its gone. Burning down like a melted iceberg and glacier, I cannot be of that mind here. Somewhere of snow, will be the anthem but the time of that time is over. Not holding back on what is me, what I meant is for others and its all been taken out of context. I must be of the journey just for me.

The decision I make on this day is to not live in the pain no more. Be free, for long and I know I will be free. You cannot make someone. Be of that of you. You are not meant to fight for creativity. I will continue my vision true and let me tell you. There is a hidden story that must be told before we move on through and no more talk of my progress because that is all your toy and its through. I will not be failed. I cover all corners five books and all. Make it 16 and more before the end of this tall.

I move forward with lighting and need not tell you anyone in this manner, this will be the only venue and the only choice here in which the tale will be told on the character's focus oh, be bold.

I cannot release an incomplete story for you to chase at it naked. The size of the tits and have its legs boldened in this stance on its head. I tell it as it is. There is no need for wintertribes and nor kyeombi here so boldly anymore. What Kyeombi is can not be defined or the net or given any equivalence in this pop culture world and I refuse to be this graphic this or graphic that with something with is not to be confined by such consumerism and false nature.

Thank you for viewing if you like watching people cry!

True Change.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 27, 2018 MK MZODERN has become which of that in which was a change towards the future, the mzodern wintertribes was a look to the back but we go so far in which we come caught in the past. It is time to move forward and speak the absolute truth. And rather continue to form what it is that needs to be desired and said of society and unlawlessness and not ego in unrest. People need to pay and dreams need to succeed. I will not offer my voice. I will simply say that I will not be hosting Kyeombi on here, I fear as much it should be said but I rather not involve something so beautiful in something as unstable as society. And such I have made the offer to create a new brand to market my particular comics and I call it Tapestry Media. Why would do this? Because its more profitable as human to do it. Morals matters. Moral matter culture is what I have promoted among other things but it is time to move on something else in focus. I say it time to finally break away from whatever lies we live by and go for the truth. I want no one but devotion to their own success. Anyone who cannot be successful or have the feelings of success

and the reachings of success and the connections of it I do not want. People who crouch like animals and expect their way of life to be that of all are just warped creatures. People so babied in life that when they do not get their way they create terror. Of all contempt that is on the scale of hell and fury. Many people of the young generation are blamed for this and that they are responsible but to be clear that is a means declared by the media itself in a pop culture frenzy and in true old people and many as well are just like that. Because its a standard allowed to be perpetrated by society and its various images in which have never quiet reached the standard of care and prevention of harm. They do not forward the goods, they only excel at the bad and the woulds of bad. All the projects will be focused on or not one by one. And since this is Kyeombi.

I do not have to showcase them all. The end, thanks for listening.

I would tell of the pay but there are five books and that is all about the merchandise for this site as of now. I will take a moment in the upcoming projects and mm party to decide what to exactly do. But there will only be one resolve. And that is of moving on well and full forward.

Amuierywither we are wintering and weathering.

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Billards 99.

The 18 and the 19 and the in between and the rousing of the beyond and all the tugs within. The billiards are celestial and centric to the quintessence feelings of the world of god, living for the money of feelings and discovering the life has the ego and the pain and the suffering and the eyes of the beyond, cold but surrendered to the bet lost that you have not gone this life without venture this ideal. That you have not sacrificed. What you cannot venture alone in the dark without what you are. Truly needing to be. The blades are irons and the knees are shifting shadows and the mind is wild and the knees are bending but do not bend and keep on for the feelings. To the 18 and 19 and the rousing the burning the fighting and the dousing. The rousing of the gamble and stab and the trips to the upmost lab.

Billards 88.

The friends are here and the friends are there and we are looking around and simply do not care yet. Of how annoying the buzzing of the games are and simply how long How long we wait for answers of why?

They are so cruel at all.

Finding no mind to pay attention to their surroundings Too cruel indeed just shrugging people off in their indecency for a game.

For a game. That it is too much and they are too lame.

Just to be even in a game.

They are so lucky and cruel yet lame.

Black Boy War Day! The boy in question travels to find the girl in white and defeat the red dragon with her.

channel luckseed.

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Killer Romance. (V) Henry and Elena Jupiter travel to defeat Xenia and Zenac who have toppled the high court of the Hollow Moon and Must rescue Princess Lu Denia.

Perrigton Branches.

Srager and Penelope appear in their own respective to rise to the occasion to defeat the darkness and the river of the Branches of the yellow tree affected by the hollow moon begin taken over go to cure the tree with the purest sap. From the Eikomo Tree

guarded by Hellena Mosheine. However Xenia and Xi and Ximartzeye will not let the trail of seven moons go brightly.

Selector Color Romance.

Highly a day of romance. Dane must choose which girl to follow into the maze and must be wary when he comes across the dragon as Hellena Mosheine will end him for killing it.

Hascarmendoes.

The man of the moon, challenges the travelers of amulets, Zeen ,Taylor ,Devan, Rosh and Mita Meikei go to the moon now restored but discovered the darkness of the otherr Princess Talia Mions is who the man of the moons actually wants them to defeat.

Channel Brave Bed Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 27, 2018

Frog wash is a bash of moons and scenery across the feathered dunes of the intriguing mastery of the kin. Like day makes the kin turn to the wicked men and surrender them to flame in the adventure kind and the evil not so tame.

experience of elm blue.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 27, 2018 Assembling bike I think of her.I try to forget and wonder why I think of no one else.

Maybe because they are in the past and maybe they have turned away. Why do I pray for no one else, is all I know she is the only one who truly I can say I would be able to live well with. No ties to darkness and not much at all. The only reach is of the normal.

And not of the extreme. That is this demonry not of humanity but of hell and not earth.

I take much time to assemble bike. There is a bachelor going on. I try to think if I should post again. I do not think I can. But I am happy I complete the bike, I ride for a bit trying not to avoid crashing. The thoughts of her and only what it could truly mean upsets me so much

I avoid thinking about it. However I must resolve the story.

I did not make it outside in time to ride in the backyard and play some " trevor something".

Settled for nothing at all but putting bike in garage. Regret going to school rest of the semester, except the days I would see her. The rest of it could just as well be forgotten. But I found an answer.

One that set me free last week.

mm party Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 28, 2018

A ;lavender day with a lavendar array and the ray pierces the mind and this is launching day past the valley of contempt movies and hangouts to a purpose you see in two people to a mission beyond complete here and there.

If not everywhere. It takes to launch off.

Madison Mood Party!

There were 8 days were we launched off and came back at night ten days and nights there were, sinking ships of war and theft was common and it fell apart. But the mood still stays there in the eyes and in the heart and in the heart of the party.

MM Party.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 28, 2018

MM party is essentially when I was working on Launching 4 and thought; it needs something more, some magic of heart and basically that is what I sought out in MM culture since that September of 2015. However, I changed a lot and many stories to fit to this route and in sort it was confining but all the results turned out well in which things worked together for the better of development.

But some people seemed to think it bait for them to come out and misbehave and frankly it was showing that some people just like to destroy good things of heart and frankly had to put up avoiding these "creatures" it would be a failure to call them human when all they do is basically try to destroy something in which cannot be destroyed. A memory, a place and an experience only to you can not be tampered with by the wills of those who are truly crazy. And have nothing of any thing human inside their head only of who they should fake to be. Look around you, you might think everyone is able to have memories and equatable feelings to these things and respect for people's minds and their views of things. But sorry, racism and hatred for stupid things allows people to overlook all of these things and many people live thinking it is okay to walk around being these fools without any head heart. And only are monsters in disguise. They are mentally sane, they are brutally nasty creatures and you can call them human but let one of these people try to suffocate you and the memories and the things you cherish and your own view and opinion! It is time to bring light that marketing and the society we have within only allows people to misbehave in a manner in which is not human and yet they get to wear the skin of human and not get punished. These people are hidden serial killers pampered with successes and these ideals of belonging to get a certain norm of society, whether it be " a honors" student ( which they did not even earn), entitlement to boyfriend or girlfriend simply just because ( I made fun of this one alot) and entitlement to success without merit of work! This is truly society's grand problem because no one dares acknowledge such issue exists. We lack good education, respect for the best applications of skill and knowledge and mostly efforts to reach dreams.

America is not the land of dreams. It is a dream to say that America is the land of dreams. I have lived here all my life and I have seen only it get worse instead of better, now what dreams do you have in which the condition of a country gets worse! Nightmares of course.

It is time to not despair I said in that September and push to a further future. In one in which is bright and one that is greatly so. One were dreams are held tight and not let go. And people are not endearing to danger others. One where people respect another.

It of course got harder as time went on but I never let up, however on this day it ends because a journey begins and one that will change what is to happen next.

Nature.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 28, 2018 There will be three elements to Nature. Safari, Survivor and Sex. In Safari you travel.

Survivor you survive challenges.

Sex is simply a story of sex.

Original stories? May you have you, we no longer need to think in such simple terms.

What we are playing is a very good game.

First game; character draw. Will show different characters and host a challenge.

2nd Game; Romantics of characters and host a challenge.

3rd game; hyperspace. the essence of sex.

4th game: character story reveal.1. bluegreen.

5th game; compiling of mzodern 6th game and last game; story j.

This is the new way of doing things and will carry us into February.

klomi.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 29, 2018 Oh-hoy welcome a new following of the story, a woman led. A dark message. And the woman is named Klomi. Society is not ending. It is not. Take this as proof of the dark message, you might try to ignore it but if they are targeting you; you are dead in the light message they bring over head like ying and yang or an oreo-Jamie Hinte.(former head lead).

Please be blessed by light true message.

Truly I am hurt.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 29, 2018 I had the hunch for the longest time that maybe some people refuse to fight for theirselves and expect people to be superman. I expected that in the modern era that women would be able to take help and run with it independent protectors of their own sanity and self. But rather, I mistook too many things and realized truly so daringly as well. That even though I helped out so much and did not inconvenience anyone. Some people just like to change things. Into what is most convenient for them. I had no willingness to fight and fight and wait and await just to be let down. I seriously thought that one individual was strong and could fight for theirselves. But get this- they expect you to be superman and carry them into utopia! And if you basically respect their own ability to take care of theirselves in saying helping them they see this as putting them in harm's way. When they were already in harms way and you just broke the odds of their 0 chance of survival to at least beneficial to where they could be survivors and not devoured or a casualty. Think of how ungrateful is the dreamer who wants it all but never can see the dream in front of them. I have been trying to say, I see the dream and then I see the dream in front of me.

Yet people possess only the ability to see what they want and thus are more akin to animals than people as they will take whatever is necessary to get whatever nonsense dream they can. It hurts to know that people-live in such fantasies and will not wake up hurting people so much that they

must be punished. Sometimes prison makes people realize their crimes and other times only the reprieve of the final can do it.

That is realizing your dream can not be.

I followed this dream I saw in reality and it beckoned at the end against me. People of some sort really do not know the meaning of fight and lack the ability to take care of theirselves and just fall into whatever is acceptable as " normal people". They surely can dream of these things of fantasy for people. Such fantasy so thick and so deep. That I am a superman? To carry you in my arms to safety.

Yet in the modern era it is rude to do that for women and in the modern era you come to expect this and mostly you come to find that you cannot be with simple sallies who cannot fight for theirselves, you or anyone else. And just drink whatever is brought or tossed at them.

I had the hunch the longest time, just by saving that person I had fucked up, I probably should have not been nice and let her just meet her demise. But I did all those things and played the game just to be nice. Taking nice to people and thinking they can just appeal to you however you fit? Never considering the fight they fight. Fighting scares them and anyone associated with it fightens them so deeply of what fights they refuse to fight they yell at them and beseech them.

They blame them for revealing that they have to fight when they save them and it annoys them deeply and just expect them to be saved and that's it and that's that. Right now; I am so glad, I never won because I am so brutally a fighter and cannot be paired with such a person prepared to just lose and fail into what pity or shire they can find when their fantasy dream does not become real.

Women are not serious about so called equality. Men carry hardly no women in his head unless he is in love or wants to simply fuck her. Women however carry their entire lives around making a man. Around making the man of their dreams exist. Do I just wake up and say; lets fall in love today? Women are such dandy creatures. Women make men the objects of their torture, men carry the women in their daily lives just by thought and dream alone. Men never carry women at all in their minds unless they are in love or want to fuck. It is as simple as this; make this equal.

If you are so sure set on equality? Make your eyes like men. Just live without thinking of people as objects to fit into your fucking dreams. Think about it! Everything of modern equality of women is all about making men suffer. For one thing they never target the proper folks and are always late in their accusations if things like equality were important, report the fucking crime when it happens instead of waiting to cash in later. Next; want to be fucking equal- expect no one to protect you. Develop your own combat systems and all these protections that most women need men at least for in one form and another. This means, no men can teach you and you cannot learn from me! Lastly; if you want everything to be so fucking equal just stop being women at all. Men do not get the quirk of being " cute". Men must be muscular because that is what society and women desire.

Women are not serious about equality, equality is just a ticket to make the man of their dreams changing not day by day or not real. Having control of men and making them items of joy is all you want, then you do not want equality. All you want is reality to be controlled and plagued by female standards of dreaming of men! Such perfection men must be even in the head of a women who is even gay! You cannot have lesser. You cannot have equal to reality. You cannot have lesser to the dream or equal to reality.

I've learned I have just been allowing myself to be viewed as a toy. I should have never said hi. I should have ignored them all and keep my protections to myself. You want to know why?

Because I have been betrayed. Betrayed by someone who would benefit from my protections and just flippantly, raise the middle finger to me when I am not the dream in which they desire. I do not want to be leftovers and considered later when you feel down or this call back guy. I am what I am. And I have defiled myself just to accept you in my arms and so to speak take you on.

Obviously if you do not know this; a women who repeatedly beckons to you and you hardly accept to beckon back for certain god given reasons, it is rude to not acknowledge her or notice that she likes you. But knowing what I know now, I could never accept the fact that I was just doing this all just to be friendly in the past but now I recognize I was just being nice and too nice.

Do people expect people to be mean to them? And just let them fall into ultimate danger so you as a hero can dash into save them. That is suicidal because in real life, people drowning are not often to be saved 20 minutes later! In which dashing hero would have to go if he sees her in danger and then waits to socially acceptable time to get some romantics and some, just to save her so she can be happy is simply so fucking stupid.

It hurts me to no matter but the truth of it all is that people cannot be even be easily trusted. I am crushed that I was just viewed as enigmatic fellow yet no one offered to see me in the light I truly am.

I was making an effort to accept people's culture all my own. Not to be the guy of fucks and nothing more. But truly are you so effortlessly self priding that you cannot fight for yourself and have to have a dream fight for you in a manner in which the person in the dream is just but a prop to give you happiness. I rather not dream these child things. Grow up people. The world is not kind. And your life will never be, when all you can think of is how dreamy people are to be.

When you cannot even fight for yourself and everything real anyone does for you is an insult?

Grow the fuck up. Your messages say alot that confirm the fact that you refuse to fight for yourself and won't and for the simple matter of it do not give a damn blame anyone who truly tries to help you out. I would never want to accept it a while ago, but now I believe it.

My heart tells me to chase you, I might regret it. But I already regret even falling for such a trap.

A happy romantic relationship for me? In this world wicked and cruel that can never happen when you and your type of women can twist equality to mean what you wish it to be a gander of what goddesses believe men to be. Goddesses being those who just rise to have these dreams of men but refuse to know men unless he is of the dream. Tell me. There is no such place with me and such women. I rather fuck with sleep than continue to be fucked over and played with and I knew what I saw...I know what I felt and I know what I did. And I did nothing wrong. It is sadly you who is wrong. You let people dictate your life. I really rather not be bothered with such confused folk and for most sadness that is most women because they are always dictated by this image of men in their head and never will come to grasp real men until they are hurt. And anyone who is not already broken, the rest who respect people are already taken.

You just do not understand what it is for someone to give you a dream and then crush it as if it never was there. You cannot take it back. You have hurt people. You are just ever more such more a jerk than which I could ever be in my presence as nothing in your head.

I will never forget this as long as I live and I have no doubt it will affect my works because I

have been struggling over this and have had many a nightmare. Just for your dreamy lifestyle.

All the things in true love could never compare to that of your dreamy and disrespectful airs.

Good day and good night, but this will never be the last time I talk about this site. Truly; I must be fucked because I am not superman. I albeit say that I can no longer think of love even the same after this. I just want to be real; there is no one for me in this wicked society and no one will prove me wrong.

moons Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 29, 2018 altered carbon-how 30 seconds of mars would of done the header if they were still like that. the adventures of one lady. travels of apollo look to laika. ue. launch tech far out the tapestry series ocean wind valley dune the time of waiting. super blood blue moon. actual respective of mzodern.

they changed argument.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 30, 2018 On netflix, Altered Carbon is a new show of science fiction with noir elements within and what strikes me is the music that plays for it; can be associated to music that used to be heard from 30 seconds to mars. The 30 seconds to Mars as I remember in times of earlier were about science

fiction and a spirit of triumph or intrigue or highlighted corruption or abuse. But as time seems to go on the futuristic take in their music is lost in place of a more modern tone of route, in which in which people can say is not how they remembered the 30 seconds to Mars. However; it is good to consider that people can change and be respected for that change even if it is not how you like or how they originally were. In all frankness; if you felt such compulsion to their older music by godspeed do not hang onto them as they were in the past. Maybe create music like them similarly to in the past.

The point is people are to akin to getting recognition for debauchery of the actual artists behind the bands by saying " they changed too much". And not realizing these people are people and not just a band.

At the same time, it could be very disappointing when you hear the music of the past and realize that it belongs to another band and how this other band used to be in this scene but is now in another.

It is okay to acknowledge and possibly if you can respect the artists, move on from the band and its music.

nature.(2018 real nature story) Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 31, 2018

jamie jyuera dan ryane ryrauo mints mintsinmei taylor george moira hollie mick byranu dav michelle trsohinei

Recap of original story: Jamie lands in a world he does not recognize. Jamie believes it to be another world completely offset from reality but Nicoromi Huntsman explains to him that it is not.

Jamie remembers the previous day at Pine Highschool where he confessed to long friend Jyuera that he liked her, despite her siblings having a deep hate for Kevin and Jiules his older siblings and their uncle Kinn. Dan offers to get them away from Jyuera's siblings Ganagai, Motisuri and Mickety Mickahi Gramnred.

However in the chase, Ryane is caught fighting the ghost girl Lillybetha Marcum and she is accused of being a mass killer, chasing several deadly attacks in the mall of Oakarom Drive and Deerhive.

The battle causes Dan to lose control and he accidentally opens a portal to the wrong world in shock; to save Jamie. Lillybetha who had a great liking for Jamie is angry and defeats everyone, tying them up. Ryane however escapes.

Jamie comes across Arizoctocai( this world's version of Jyuera) who entices him in a bed of wool in the forest where they have sex. Danred appears afterwards and says that Jamie is trapped between both worlds because of his heritage and must travel to a relative in his world to undo being trapped in this state. Niomi Mick and Tayloe R appear and welcome Arizoctocai and Dane Red to accompany them and Jamie back to his world through the wandering Sans Frsc bridge of worlds.

Hollie of this world, the cute reporter that Dan likes is actually the Dark Shuimoi that terrorizes people in this world with her captured folks called Ventures who are stuck under her spell of regrets of life and liberty ( astralgram dark). Her Mint knights, Rob and Debbie attack the travelers, having stopped at a restaurant called Credo Marks Moon of Malt. Travelers from Jamie's world called Ryrauo and Mick and their fellow else travelers Bryanu and Day attack the attackers. Hollie appears to grant a secret passageway to the bridge.

Jamie is able to return and the rest hold off the Mint Knights and their followers.

Jamie however discovers to find his friends have been captured by Lillybetha the Ghost girl.

Grimly Gates School of Learning leader of the student recognition board of trustees, Nada and Mintsinmei who act as one person called Diega or Diego go to ride to conquest Lillybetha and get Taylor and George to help. Moira looks on in pity as they leave, " they can never kill the black whore inside".

They make a detour into the Arc Store of Vallard where the Vallard Knights, Jim, Stred, Trsohinei, Megan, Largos, Trosh and Michelle are terrorizing the shop and its goers especially Rukon De Couldcloud and Mindy Beatsmoon who are the attendees who supervise the store.

Meawhile Jamie and Ryane are forced to team up to beat Lillybetha. However she is much more dangerous than she seems. They are able to free their friends and the others captured. However, it seems no one can beat her.

The Grimly Gates School of Learning Students of the Recon sbot team arrive to defeat Lillybetha in an envoy of those who cannot beat them.

Lilly attempts to kill Jyuera. Jamie is forced to battle Lilly and is beaten. Moira intervenes and defeats Lilly and places a seal on Jamie to keep him stable from changing worlds until he heals and can learn the way of heimokomo.

Meanwhile Hollie plans an invasion and only Jamie is pegged to be the one who can even hope to hold her back.

they changed argument 1 Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 31, 2018 When 30 seconds to Mars started it was mostly this space type feel and futuristic feel and this drama feel. And basically could be said to be in the genre of movie inspired music and probably one in which inspired other bands afterwards to make music similar to. But has anyone considered that if they never changed that perhaps people would not like them at all or see the attraction in them but stale fruit that continue to bring the same fruit? You can wish for the same album 7 times, but you would be robbed of the true growth and development that happened in 7 albums. Oh, it is like stay in your 20s forever even though you are near forty! There is no respect that perhaps that they do not want to do the same damn thing each and every album and perhaps that they would not create good work if they stayed in that same frame. Its like you expect people to be m&ms but they are not m&ms at all. They cannot stay the same forever and that is true with everyone.

But the truth argument could be said, should they go completely away from their origin to

become something else? This is the question everyone ponders. But truly it strikes me such a loss where the same excitement in a song is replaced by acceptance for them of now. That will not match the expectations of the past. But this is all just putting it all in perspective and including an opinion.

Many people of the past have become disenchanted with the manner of how artists just slip off into the pop genre and do not press for anything more else than pop standard. Sure you should be able to change but one in a way that is not mediocre in direction. I think people listen to music to inspire them and when artists sell theirselves short; it really ticks them off and makes them lose faith.

Sure Walk on Water seems like a good put together song, but in certain times, the woah and oo, are just repeating elements that show such a belief in the purest element that this song has more value than what it is actually worth. Its is not believable that this is the best song. This is just my opinion.

That the songs are just that of what you believe is a good song. That you believe in the artist to continue to listen to their music and you continue to accept this pop culture standard. I do not believe in their statements past the last album. While Dangerous Night is a better song, in my personal opinion viewing the Altered Carbon trailer made me realize how missing they are even from their own accomplishments. It surely is not the same as it once where when they had these movie inspired tracks heavily for science fiction and a certain one too. However it does not seem like they will be a leader in the particular movie music therein in which they started. But rather another type of a different kind which is actually greater than just sticking to this niche of movie music of science fiction and advertising. Yet it matters if they recognize this as is or this as is not definitely.

"Only they could prevent forest fires."

Nature.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on January 31, 2018 Yes, the Nature affix was added to this website and why this is important? It is very important because I have some truth to reveal. Real Nature was never the actual name of the story I had in mind and frankly they were just a subject of some ideas I had. That summer, I had all these ideas in which I drew out comic like pages for however I did not think it was good to color them and waste the images in the mess of color ruining their lines and distinctions. I did not want to put them online and this of the internet was like putting them online but going onto a different subject I wanted to explore. That of nature. However; when I went to college I found I just could not focus on the thesis of the nature.

Of the fact that people were devoid of nature and appeared to be hostile to the idea of nature and rather in a way to beseech those of nature and I am not lying about this. So I did something akin to that of the black plague and called it conflagration. I used this to bypass the actual stories of Nature I wanted to tell. In addition; the blog was supposed to be just of that a collection of stories from then on about these main characters and their adventures. However that was on My Teenage Confection and not actually MK MZODERN.

I got fed up with unsupportive people downcasting my issues and ills. There was an attractive lady I had met on Friday of that week. She had gotten into the elevator and I kept silent except hello because why, no one liked nature and thus the people seemed akin to think that women in general belonged to the university and this not people who do not like nature. And tried their best to mock me. I stayed absolutely quiet and tried not to speak to her least some come to attack me and there would be no point in having said anything because they would have their say for her.

And in modern this is around the point where teenagers, Mars And Moons meet Werewolf and they do not say anything least Moons gets his head chopped off by the Werewolf for talking to Mars. What I am saying and people do understand, this is the level of danger associated there.

Its odd either, technically, where people of color where in masse lynched and no one did anything about it was only say near 70 years ago. And I might say that they still happen today.

This is the same damned thing. Tried along with how this girl tried to force a response out of me but for the hell of it- I only kept it minimal. For me to say at all and them empathize with the girl is being superman enough in the circumstance where normal people would refuse to do anything at all or blame hatred on the girl and leave in a fury.

The day I wrote different things was of how especial everything was for a certain group of people that they downcast people's own manner of living and perceiving.

I continued my hunt through MK MZODERN using the format of a dead site called Sr3 which focused on Kyeombi then Smile works and the people of Aluri with news segments akin to the associate updates found on games like Nitrome and Neopets. This was a very interesting take and frankly, MK MZODERN was frankly this site but with original stories, stories based off news, song features( which were not ever on the sr3 site), attention to actually make things happen and not just say they would for updates and lastly an effort to make comics a livable reality of everyday doing with no strain. Simply, Sr3 is basically just an idea and MK MZODERN is something derived from this idea in a ghant to increase the folds of a certain property of ideals and living.

I came to a standstill in the eyes of the english class, no one really seemed to like my opinion or my character appearance except some else. I refused to speak in that class and frankly I did not like the way in which we hardly anything but talk and not actually write but in our own spare time.

I could no longer just sit there and that this was the way to life and that is when I became more serious about breaking away from the system of how everyone else does everything and thinks about it. Now if consider the fact of people and what I strived to do was create a wholesome life with them and they later mock me for being that of this want by utterly ignoring me. Shows that people have more confidence in a racist propriety than someone trying to make good on an effort by them(this person who makes fun of you) to let's say be- romantically inclined. They rather like the belief that they have a future in supporting a system in where you are bankrupt from ground up. And have to work in life to get past this absolute negative value from the start if you choose this rate of living and do have some backer of some sort.

I could not feature myself falling for the trap of school and then realizing I never created anything and have some girlfriend who does not really care about my artistry and does not support it. And then being left all alone or in the eyes of tribute and trial for pursuing it. In which I am to say if you actually think about it, you spend too much time and effort on your craft and they really are going to suggest you do something to get out of the negative loop with them and then you find there is nothing you can do. You end up losing sweatheart (not sweet heart) and she finds someone new and you are left alone not even with a good start on your work. I rather not make people the burdens of time, misery, self indulgence and lack of discipline.

I continued to dive deeper with new stories on the blog itself. By November the mid had accomplished what could be said to be a Spare Time event in which I did not finish because it made little sense too. I say this why? Because at this time I realized the true beauty of nature and the surroundings of people wholesome in nature.

The last of it, I witnessed even the haters of nature so call fall for the advent of cold. In this time I will not say it- but cold brings people together. And highlights the warp intentions of people displaying these aimful messages around. It shows that it, a system seeks to destroy the actual real system of mating and romantics. I became intent on this when I noticed all this time I had been blinded by this nonsense to my actual feelings and was just knocking off people who never existed.

There was more clarity on this when the place was nearly cold and empty itself. You can see the slip ups in the raffle and the real nature of this place became my raffle forward as the " nature" interest.

2014.

This year was mostly dark at the start because I was sick up past the mid of January and very disoriented. I rather not say the ailment, but it was surely difficult to ingest food. I must say.

The dark of the winter was truly transcendent and it seemed hard to focus truly on school and particular english which I tried to best with completed book for publishing; Slayers of Wolve.

I must say as well; the landscape was desolate and really just hung around and really did not connect to true friends for the fact of ailment and for the fact of many people not really being friends. But there were many friends, I estate, in which I noticed, hated the nature. And some true friends understood and resolved to offer support as friends.

February was a dark month; the ability to the basic evaded me and I suffered ever more, with basically no allies on my side to my true qualm. And I would never reveal it for the fact is that I could trust anyone and not even anyone else who would not be hurt by this reveal. I realized the nature herein was getting more purposely dark and when this folk ask me to be valentine date and I said no- I realize the utter darkness and sadness of this wannabe non nature place. As if to flush out dissenters, many people seemed confused and greatly so. What is ever going on here and many people accepted it and may people seemed to be in on it. However even though greatly ill, I continued on willing to sacrifice position in this place just to reach a better place and a non negative place. I would be more content elsewhere I reasoned. I also had nothing wrong.

I say however though that even if I did tried to go a 100% I would have been dead and would not be here writing right now. I continued to go at a pace to keep up with work however each time to reach each demand I found someone conveniently to bash my head in via each and every assignment.

I remember discussing project of logistics as if I had a future in the fourth month. But no, no matter how hard you can try inside this thing at a faster moderate rate; it just showcases an effect in which everything you learn turns frankly into something else in that of which can be considered a depression slump. In which you are so disturbed information changes because you too traumatized to properly recognize it. In this cause the trauma is that of depression. I had no future in fourth month. No one did anything to synchronize with me in the projects really.

Barely now at moderate health I continued onward into the fourth month were the nature was that of tricks and regrets. I realized the nature here was of tricks and deception and frankly that was disturbing. In truth this was the month I said goodbye to everyone though I did not mean to say goodbye, everyone cannot pander to people who otherwise will never have a connection with you unless you show up to that school. And pan it all on the necessity of members having said vehicles. If true friends, they would not let such ideals block their friendship. It was time to reflect and realize that no one had ever come to understand my true qualm and though I could have contacted many people about my epics, I decided at best to keep it to myself. No one needed to know. However I did over see such conflicts of different folks and make outcomes more sizable for them. Some people know how to thank and others know how to bash over the head.

The 5th month was really just a conclusion and showed how misguided people can be under the system of non nature. An aggressive adviser of rooms literally bashed over my head for being artist and secondary not a janitor of other people's mess. This was the last time I took school serious because they had gone and ruined it truly and true. First- I was still sick and though I did not tell anyone about it; it kept being that of a source of anger for me that I had to mediate greatly to see on eye level with everyone and not appear crazy to the judgmental little snowflakes of the world.

I was depressed most of summer, but kept on working on the blog with different features, songs and methods for comics. That eventually became a type of camp to practice comic methods in the fall and I focused on that for the most part in the fall while going to another school. I was greatly in the routine of continuing watching anime in a schedule like that of when at that place. I would watch every damned day and on the weekends highly too.

I felt nothing of depression when I found this one manga and anime. I will not mention what it is but I was greatly inspired by it, so much that Nature took a backseat. And for three years, I really just went through school begin this fake focused and this fake interested. But it amazes me to none, how much lack of effort people actually put into their school work and think they can just get by just because the teacher gives them a good grade. Many people do not seem to process what the informations mean. I am saying that; education truly is just shit and that you should only take it to make fun of everyone inside of it while focusing on your own actual studies. But there are not many people with such self driven attributes.

I skip greatly three years of information because frankly it is a nature of laughing that got me through those times and nothing else and thus I do not think you should be exposed to that of this nature of laughing because it is much darker than what the premise actually is. But the stories I will be telling are of this Nature, Nature I, Nature M, Nature X and Nature Y.