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Divison redynine69 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 10, 2017

The following explains the last 8 months in a comical, but real and witty format! With lots of action, grief, lying, relenting, hiding,whores, and fighting. With alot of a knight in his fight against lunatics. Who just one day, pick a fight with him.

Where hath the energy for magazines gone.

Where in the world had all the magazine gone and where in the damnation had the energy for it all gone? What is the catastrophe! That is the people ? Of an o, art class.

The valiant night Knight of Division Redynine69 defies all these people and goes the distance and achieves real society, while they sit pondering their mediums and do not have the discord nor resolve to have any grand scale speed seed system to survive. They really have no mind to respect people as people. But potential buyers of their art and if they are not into arts as they are they are an enemy. And that is just plain silly. These people, his enemies did not slow him down, all he did was scheme for better magazines, and only put up the prop of MM magazine up for a trick. Never was that to be taken

seriously, because it was influenced by the enemy in their dark mind to only create depravity, try to take over people's minds and bodies and even attacked the valiant knight when answering a seemingly strange call in a kind act. That they somehow thought was an opportunity to sprout bullshit and control the knight as some type of toy! But no. The Valiant Knight does not stand for all this nonsense and bullshit of these art aristocrats and will take them down one by one. He rested for nearly 8 months to a year to repair from the mental attack and now he is back. In full force, ready to expose these bitches for who and where they bang! And it is no sweet bang for them, true believers. He will create the magazines and then he will mock them asunder.

The magazines to blow them out of their kingdoms of false minds.

mm culture is different than from which it started in apotogyme.

Of course, MM culture, stemmed from an unfortunate event in which a criminal tried to murder the Valiant knight through their kinetic mind trance arts of foul mind! Or rather, it never did. Rather, the knight rescued the image of another world from being used by another fool for their dark and utterly silly deeds and more ways in none, attended to destroy them! By entering their fortress, that little rented estate, a college building arts building at a local community college, sat the group of women and prepertrators in hiding. In different spaces, he qwelled each, but some women were just special to Ollie 22. I mean, they were so wicked in their daily conversation but not these villians, what the fuck was wrong with them all! Enough, he's going back after he beats the living crap out of these people for getting in his way. And seriously, some panty loafer, Called King Dibnb can just jump into the sea, for when the magazine hits, he will show that world for its beauty as God intended and not for the nonsense of false mind.

mm culture in apotogyme excerpt. mm culture May 24, 2017

mm culture 1. mm culture MM Culture was supposed to be a bright future and containing elements that still made it cool while being of the future that could be real and not a fantasy.

But while I studied and many different events happened and the ideals of my style changed and the stories to achieve with this style, MM culture became many different groups and that expanded into different ideals for magazines and even changed the results of the magazines to have comics and stories serialized resulting of these styles. Conflicting with MM culture being a limited series of magazines. I did not have much time to reorganize well and properly so this discrepancy remained until I begun this paragraph revealing this truth.

In the combination of three things, interactivity, 3d view of different realities and themes had led me to a new art style, one I wanted to find within my works, so I just applied this nature to my work, just for practice and just for experience in studying how different mind attitudes affect story making and many of these ideas I already have drafted but to me, they were out of date and not accessible to become comics. But the main theme of mm culture is being able to turn these ideals, these drafts into accessible comics. And in a way that is not task heavy. In the course of this all many different methods were created. But here I like to review each theme and then each method and how they connect if they do at all.

Bat Beat Parade The theme displaying root beer, bats, a parade and crazy women, and also at times alike of respect for women.

Neo Indeyetica.

This is a baseball playing theme, a nature field one, with beans, t-mex, salsa, chips and grilled meat. On the backdrop a desert of cactus, plains of barley and wheat, farming, southern wear, gambling in a leisure city and more. A san type of housing, hothats, cowboy hats and western wear, hipster modifications and culture. Indie music and the mystics of written and drawn culture.

Roman Girls This was one of the early themes that was incorporated into the image of MM culture.

Solely telling a modified story of Roman Girls. Considered first actual drawn story.

Metro Moons A type of district on the moon feel or a type of city with a highly technologicalized city night life and day life as well and highly versatile in means of acquiring information and moving from one location to the next.

Winter Tribes A different style of wear and modeled to represent a world of cold thought and admiration. A one that is technological advanced but medieval with castles and has magic. A type of mystical theme that takes a different approach on everything.

MM culture main The first MM culture was basically made to represent the ideal of a theme that is more than just that of a theme that is mind over matter.

A second main The second part of MM culture were the art aspects of the style and how to put inside a magazine, to display a culture, not yet fully thought of, concept to be implemented later.

Concept only in apotogyme.

Neo ethic Funded by the growth of interest in past failed comics brand and create a new style to attribute color too. Distinct in the color adding feature to the later projects of MK MZODERN apotogyme.

Bat Beat Parade conclusion The conclusion to the Bat Beat Parade. Features different images based off the Bat Beat Parade, a more take on the fun side and heavily influenced by a visit to Austin. Does not include themes as the mistreatment of women or men. And is purely about bats, beer and parades.

Halloween A style developed similarly to the Neo Ethic, but using a comic from the 90s to develop it, on the cusp of the aftermath of Dessacrow Academy main.

Dessacrow academy and its mantras Tried to achieve many themes at the same time and combined them into one world and one context. About a certain community college and many things such as romantic encounters, the friendly populace and one trying to study became a theme itself.

Popcorn knight and self-tribe Popcorn Knight is all about traveling different worlds and having a high discipline to stay true to yourself. And not falling victim to temptation.

Blood arc This era was a about blood, over the Christmas Era. There was the smell of blood and this arc about a struggle to fight.

Struggle to fight an unfair oppression that no one should have to put, just because people feel like it.

Winter of cold finally.

The winter settled in, wrongly as the world’s weather pattern seemed to be out of wack and everything was something so out of the normal, in which cold did not settle in until much later. Inspiring new stories with a new style.

Thawing

The weather became different. The people could see a better year ahead. But I knew there was going to be a difficulty ahead, with the situation of unfairness and the sovereignty these people attempted to have over another.

What is the invention?

The invention, the comic, Division redynine69, can be the comic that is the invention.

Signaling if anyone tries to kill or assassinate or hinder the artist or author, all the one and the same; are the same, criminals trying to defile his name and apart of the same brand of criminals who would use other realities to kill and influence other people in these malicious manners and ways. Sometimes even mortally wounding but pass off as some type of heart defect, or some other focus.

But let me have your concerns dutiful villains, as this will be proof of your existence, whether you attack me or not! Division Redynine69! Will beat the living host of information of you in court, for slander, harassment and if terms can be proven, attempted murder! Attorneys, come guarded in this deal that you would further attempt to slander, my name and anything I have worked for, you implicate that you have something to do with stopping the information in this novel, because you dear fool, are guilty of crimes you think you can get away doing and permitting a sub culture to believe they can do it. Your clan has met its poisoned end. Because this novel explains your crimes in full detail and rips the blanket off your tribal gang of thieves. And if you come to try and cover your tracks, you have already proven that you did in deed do these deeds. And if anyone needs to come and fight for you, like an employer! Then that works as well.

Now, fuck off.

-sincerely, Division redynine69.

all this is not enough. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 13, 2017

I work and work

We had keys from the spears.

And I had solemn, solemn tears.

till I'm raw, but it is not enough, ah!!! Bubble wrap, prism sponge filter on photoshop, everyone

o, how it came to an end.

I won't pretend, that I did ever give in, when I found something better on the

everybody, everyone, don't stop the party the techno party when all this is not

insider of the walls of architecture in the stories of the heart

enough. don't stop the the party, the techno party when this is not enough I had an adventure and know it came to an end and everyone to pretend, they don't remember when we were 4th grade friends mother fucker. mother fucker.

everyone , everyone don't stop the party till, till, tillapoclaypse end! That is all life must be living like to you my clever friend when all this is not enough!

When all of this! Is not enough!

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M Friday. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 14, 2017

This is the new style in which you will see the comics as.

In this mannerism, that is of noir, you will find the light of night.

In the metromoons landscape.

And in the dawning of a new Dawn, you will find that friendly landscape

not far away. Till the next time. Of a new day. Of a society of thieves.

And of knights, who fight these thieves.

a large republic of wreath and stealth.

no hiatus. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 17, 2017

Rather than give in, to the temptation to say what needs to be said but not on this medium, would be a waste, so the division has been to bring into a difference! A new light! There will be no hiatus for the reason, that I see no point. In which I can talk about all these different occurring events.

For example, the current U.S presidency and videogames and shows and what other fun stuff.

That all for fun and exciting, excitement mk mzodern can bring.

2014. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

What was 2014 about? It was finding a path to the goals I wanted to accomplish.

You could say it was a dark time, just me alone in these thoughts of modern, and with a

z.

With a zip did I go to complete them. I was mostly alone. Hung a lot around these people, who were important in their special ways. But, listen to this, talking to one of these particular people about three years later, this particular one could not give a fuck. But then again, this particular one never hung around much around the people I did and I did not even know this fellow that well.

All to illustrate, not to paint anyone else in a negative light, that really, no one knew the direction of the other friend or acquaintance? That we were just together because we were flung into this incident of school together. And that really not one thing else connected us, besides our friendly gestures, similar aims to be confirmed and not be confirmed, the fact we lived in the same dorm. The fact that we were this unity and then this disunity at choice. To come together for these social endeavors and interest in self and another and something else.

The thing is, I was not happy at that time period. I could not live so independently without no one really there who knew me and no one of my friends knew me nor would get the opportunity to actually know them or me actually know them or me get the chance. I wish I could be this individual.

To be the most popular and everything would work out, but nothing was working out. I had to search and search for a way just to start off that year on my path to making comics out of the series I had written, I just could not leave them behind. I just could not leave my works I fostered from the 8th to the 11th grade in the dust, just like that as if things had never even ever happened!

I was unresolved in this longing for romance and love. And I could not just drop figuring

out everything for the sake of playing along with some game. Some game that the atmosphere, provides.

There were many girls and many opportunities, but shall we just fool around? With people and their hearts? I reasoned, that it was not that simple, that just sleeping around would be something horrendous and unbeneficial and self defeating to everything and anything I would want to accomplish.

That just by becoming this whore, everything of love and romance, becomes blurry and maybe you learn that over these times of the whore standard decaying after people decide they cannot live like this anymore that you are somehow this important feature person needing reformation via the people who stick beside you and maybe they help you accept who you are, or maybe they settle down with you, one, two or all of them?

But really is this the life I wanted?

I had no idea, but the thing, is I did not want to cause harm to anyone. Nor my self. And that is basically how I viewed how I should journey on in my completion of figuring out to do with my craft and my venture for love. But the thing is, some people just choose to be hurt. But that does not apply to anyone I met that year but much later, a different horrid people who pale in comparison.

But such exemplary people of faith and love, did inspire me, in my time of diverging troubles.

Convinced me highly that I had a place with them. Convinced me so much, that I write so much about them and so much of these individuals, that to this day, I am convinced that I belong with them.

Or at least someone, like them. But being this caring person, I could not just choose one girl over the other. They were too spread out amongst different places and different

people to actually get to know them to have a decision, or rather be eased into a relationship, to say that they were not easy people to find, but I did see them every once and in a while occasionally.

But I write because I did search to try and get to know them better to make these decisions, but oh, some once, in a well place, does not find his courage to speak his feelings over night. I had many a occasion! To speak. But I could not. Life is not easy to change into this dream of your imaginings, it takes work, effort, dreams, instances, purpose, faith and destiny!

I just at this time, just could not phathom the idea of one of these women becoming my girlfriend or significant other, when all my life, people-teachers and students, adults and my parents, siblings and ever even friends, said and seemed to say this could not be done! They were always berating me.

They were always trying to stick me out inferior. I remember I tell you how fun, these hot stick girls, from these suburban places, but liked the ghetto aesthetic, used to pick on me!

And how everyone saw and did not one thing ever, even in front of this teacher, he did nothing but gave me this strange look! I was sad! But somehow I tried to find this way to talk to people when no one would tell me how, everyone ignored me, every want of mine was ignored. Friendship akin to a girlfriend was flashed in front of my face. And made fun of like a joke. People refused to say what it was. Because no one, not even my damned parents nor siblings could give a damn about me.

Yet not one fucking thing has even changed. Not one damn thing ever changed. About this bullying.

But it really does not matter, well yea, society says, " your a man and just deal with it".

Nothing will ever change that I was treated to this abuse, just because it could be done.

Not one thing will ever change, that I tasted the heaven of normal and sane people and no the difference of crazy people and sane people! And not one thing will change my hopes in finding a resolution to my problems. Well here, in the light of making up for these opportunities I just dodged, because I am just another person and just cannot leap into the unknown just because it is there.

I work and work to fix one of my problems and here after the tumultuous and dark start to 2014, I have arrived at the place to never again, be of this story of mind poverty, of these sick people, of these deranged folks of then and now, who just seek to bully me and try to rip that I am a person at all.

These people expect, seriously for you to surrender at their assumptions of you! These people come with blood and they are not bloody psycho criminals? They come saying shit about you in public and when you are at your leisure. They come trying to eat away at your skin and your spine, and feel on you with their sponge like ticks attached to their eyes. Then come to expect people to just let them be as they are. Be who they are, as they are, when they do not seriously care about anyone but theirselves? These people would easily murder you at some false, lie, rumor or assertion of yours and just do horrid things to you in part of the reason, they just can!

They just can. They do not give a damn, that anyone has anyone to search for, or anything to complete romantically or that they have these own ideals of romance! That strangely, hint, hint, do not include them nor to the slightest. They are not nice, they are not classy, they have no intelligence, no beauty and not one damn thing to offer anyone but a disaster in their lives.

Because many people so adept to looking into their damn phones are just perverted

people. With no respect for life. No respect for dignity and no respect for anything but their self fantasies.

And will never apologize for their fantasy's that go past the call of duty and try to asurp people as images only and nothing more.

I was not going to say anything about these people, but when so many of them make a threat about your life, in trying to control the contents of it, as so feigned god, and the things and desires I have worked to resolve so hard since 2014. And try to destroy them.

Mock them in public and in secret and spread these rumors. What are you to think, when you do not even know these strangers.

They are crazy and try to kill you! And especially when they think you are crazy for defending myself. But not one damned thing is wrong about asserting yourself. Against people who could seriously not care about you at all!

But I will not quit at resolving the paradise and heaven I found, so that people are not in this predicament of anger or sadness. That I cause people no ill or no harm. That I do well by these people. Who brightened up the hope of my life and made something I thought of a fantasy, something quiet real.

I give you the following collections of thoughts and ideals, inspired by this time and the next, as a testament, in how I will only mention the evil that did indeed happen, the storms that did happen, but the good times to come will never be reigned over by the evil of others, ever.

And if ever, times of sadness of the future, they will all be resolved. If you work at them, this is what this time of 2014 says. But this is simply just a written work of what I experienced in part and length and not full and full scope of what actually did. More written to introduce you to the time period and a different era of MK MZODERN

completely.

Because that time is not even as bright or pretty as I had even made it out to be.

Even here.

Learn more about MK MZODERN in that era.

(---)

A music recommendation: Architects,(downfall)

0dezablipperkinger.33 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

2015.

2015 will be skipped because in my opinion a horrid, horrible and bizzare year.

Matched with fake interest, fake friendships, fake graphic design amongst other fake things.

But overall, well and well.

2016 was a year of new starts.

I tried very hard each time of the start of a new school session.

But matched with terrible results. Seriously, this will open your eyes on how terrible people actually are, allowed to be in this society.

And everything starts to come full cycle.

MK MZODERN 2 /MK MZODERN NOIR a record of this part of the year until the 5th month about in most high variety.

Records what has happened this year.

xWESTLANDSy if you want to know what happened to Beryond 13 and the successors to debut this summer, they are all in this block. Beryond 13 is already done but I have decided not to release it as of yet. I have not decided to do anything because of course, westlands link back to 2014 and that is why, that post is so essential to the future going ons.

People and their works.

Looking for people to work with. Only serious people who can put together a piece over a live sharing website, can be accepted as this is totally serious and should only take at least 1 hour to three hours max a person. If you have anything you would like to work

with me on, inquiry of me on. (a link here) For complete reasons, you will have to give me your full name, why you want to work together and just some basic information, so I can give you some credit when I write upon the experience via on this blog. And for certain reasons, that link is just for show.

Good at helping you, just give me credit as I would give you credit.

And this is a fabulous opportunity for people to connect, you know.

yemtperbirdwestlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

Westlands is about a series of adventure.

And topics covered within are very special.

To a view of the world that is of a tundra, desert, digital tech and world of digital goods and digital fun times, matched with the landscape and pixel glow covers the landscape, that being the technology in which the people so fort travel on wards.

Into these wood matched areas and dinning halls at a university?

right, tintin? posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

Right, Tintin? Instead we will not have just have one woman and some old folks clucking up the scene in terms of old women. But that is that of something extreme, difference, here, there will be different women appearing in the Scarrohour or Scarohour programmes as much as you want to know, can be there, an entire population can be.

But that is not all, there will a Lady in time!

A different series set about a women as the head of the MK MZODERN staff and stuff and adventures.

Now what you want to truly know is what we will be doing in regards to Egypt 99, well there will be about 8 books each and that is not all! There will be a written sector too.

But that may come later.

Right Tintin?

Now we head to Party Chaser, inspired by the EDC festival in las vegas some weeks before.

Basically, that was an atmosphere of people having fun, but from the outset of else, everyone there just looks silly. And that may be so, but at least they were having fun, but some of that stuff can not be simply understood. Not understood at all, I mean!

At how what DJ KHALED is so doing on stage can be anything worth anything. Even the party goers did not get it. Even they in these extremes of listening to music from Yellow Claw, that represents a pattern of shouting, "BITCH, MUTHER FUCKER, BITCH!" And all these ghetto sounding themes that are simply inhumane to a certain group of people to be taking advantage of them in such a manner.

I mean, that is all of Party Chaser really, the sights and sounds and themes as a main

chases his/her girlfriend, running off with Ken Cobrac. I mean, its either Pren Owlis or Madienelene Crosherteher chasing them and its pretty fun of a concept and very diverse.

You like diverse right.

Now we head to this next topic.

Beryond 13.

It is seriously some cool looking deal here. We have fire, time travel in a different manner, more than relative and has a dimensional vector! We even have an event book where the ice is the element of action, but all that to be explained later. I mean, this is just to explain things in a manner, that does not upset anyone. But, this basically is like a replacement for Cosmica, because many fire themed and then ice themed characters will appear and fight! Its so fun, and so creative, I mean, get on this beryond 13 train and get on down.

Get on down, the beryond.

Its traveling in the dawn.

Funded by Twilight and some Krom for coal.

A MK MZODERN as a builder architecture of its train set built for giants oh. It is a dream, that dreamy travels against the dreamy twilight sage saga scene, a dreamscape.

I mean, what a Beryond is, is simply a yearly trek or something!

Suburban Suburban Residential days.

AA rated.

This is the next concept but will reveal the adventures of sex in the quiet yet modern middle class suburban neighborhood. Yes, a creepy outtake could be said of the new venture, but not of so!

And not much and plenty so, right tintin? You did not have sex in you right?

Savage! To go from which has none women to the one woman within, being a near naked wanderer in a boothe, with a pet similar almost to Tintin at length, but seems the scope of the story does not cover her angel of the world. Amazing! A near naked women in tintin! A fucking savior to the comics poor of women, except old ladies and these strange important ladies.

Very weird!

But that is what the collection does, you know the time of which people party and which they do the deed, this and that is the Westlands!

And for reasons unknown. The rest of our information cannot be revealed, because of the lack of information, given the audience, can not hope to possibly process the

information that would of been given about the rest of the Westlands.

The Westlands simply is something of a rich dynasty!

And takes time to develop properly, right! It does, and features much MM culture.

Much culture that was not given time to develop properly right. But you will find out the context of MM Culture amongst the early apotogyme. The ones that do appear in the Westlands for Beryond 13 and some other event. Well see you then, right tintin?

The end of the games. endgame./mzodern endgame. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Lust InLiner Gamerfest Is it all a dream for fun?

Search for longing heart tired classes missed classes my aching heart a very boring class fuck sick and strung out sleepinmybed. right, tintin?

The Lust Inliner. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Of the board of the train.

with lust.

And the heart of the pain

With grief.

and the people drawing on

of Lust lost in resolution of the truth

the hearts of their walls

of this life, oh.

on the internals of their minds to be sane. Like the lust has not fallen

Truth of this life, is the lustliner is going

out. The Lust inliner.

to beat

All the sirens of lust gain, gone have not

you black and blue and then you will

gone away! Have not gone away.

find yourself

Have not gone away.

feeling brand new, for some more lust anew to be

The Lust inliner.

beaten by it too!

The hearts of their walls

TOO!

on the internals of their minds

Too.

have not been gone away

to.

they have just be driven insane

Just never go away, lust is here to stay.

gamerfest posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Traveling at the speed of sound and the power was on to the tournament and the lights swaying and the characters blaring begone. To the chaos of the midnight deadline.

Begone, to the chaos of the midnight deadline.

Of the gamerfest, the women of imagination they cheer. And they whisper in your ear, Gamer Gate, Gamer Fest, surely in the morning the problems of your merry life continue, little boy, little girls, little boys, they all continue.

At night the fest concludes and you never will revive into the night of the nocturnal like an owl to play these video games.

Videogamers haunted by videogames Videogamers haunted by videogames.

All the while ever never finding their fun, ever never finding their solutions in digital substance pain.

To just think they can make the solutions to make the great gains.

is it all a dream for fun? posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

I, parallel in the sense of the damn common sense of people running around. With the dreams, so parallel against each other, a country of ants, all fighting against each other, too scared to say the ordeal is the real feel of them.

To scared to be original and to say who you really are.

Ttummm. Tttiumm.

Tummm,tummm,tumm.

To be original in the ideal of the man who made the world.

Who cares who I think I am.

Religious strife to ruin lives and the original man, of many cries in his multiversal grave.

To scared to be, you, is it all a dream for fun?

Ants run and ants come. ants runs and ants come.

Ants run and ants come to devour each other in sick and wealth!

Is it all a dream for fun?

For fun. When you get to run away from

the dangers of the hidden aspects of the world so quietly hidden by all the jumble of this urge for dreaming that goes so bad and high quality undid are all these dreams when the devil can bid which and which one, does and does not happen.

Is it all a dream for fun?

The government and country has lost its run, because the dream of democracy and capitalist pride has long been 1920s done.

Search for longing heart. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

I would search from town to town of the campus estate level to level, just to see your face and level after level and place after place. Just to see your smiling face.

Search for longing heart. The world is dressed up and its torn apart when I am away from you, cause you make the world a whole lot of better, so I will search for you.

Search for longing heart I know what I want to say eventually.

Search for longing heart.(hu-hum-hum-hum-hum) Search for longing heart.

A searching of longing heart.

I would search for you.

I would search for you.

I would search for you.

Till the very end. Of when I had a many a chance.

I would dream of you.

I would search for you.

tired classes posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

tired classes, like glasses broken over a bar fight, tired classes. staying up all night, tried classes. Of the tired nights people drinking and people thinking everything is good and alright, People thinking, everything is good and alright.

But tired glasses, tried of hearing the same damn thing over and over again and tried of doing everything over and over again, again, again. again.

Tired classes got no hold on me.

missed classes. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Oh, these missed classes.

These people in their missed classes can they pick it up.

Can they know what is good.

Stead they use the apartment so good.

A mad habit, of some type of addicts to videogames and drugs, do live some close corners elsewhere, in the verge of the happiness.

Whenever I miss classes, what have I done?

Whenever I sleep late on, what have I done?

No, not one, no not ever, doing anything of that potential boring ever, not leaving it up to the world to decide, that these classes are were education resides. resides.

Oh, these missed classes, oh, these missed classes, oh.

Oh, these missed classes.

Oh, Oh, these missed classes.

Oh, these missed classes.

Oh.

These missed classes.

Have me MIA.

In stress and decay, is what they want.

In stress and decay is what they need to complete an image of you, that is not of you.

You could be missing in action for a while.

For a while. For a while.

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my aching heart. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

I, in the page in the back breaking pain, of the page of the ideals that you cannot simply follow, follow me I'll follow you to a place where dreams come true that's written literature thats written literature.

That's written literature.

That's written literature.

My aching heart!

It will not go away.

And I will write anything I want to say that cannot be true here, or I cannot say here.

For the people are unoriginal animals everywhere.

I look.

(repeats)

I look!

I LOOK! I LOOK! I look.

I see.

Modern.

A very boring class. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

I sit and I stare and then I start to yawn and oh, this is clearly, a very boring class.

A very, very boring - class!

A very-very fucking boring class.

I sit and stare.

I sit and stare.

Stare, sit, stare sit, shit, stare sit, stare, sit, shit, shit, shit!

I sit and stare and I stare and then I start to yawn.

And oh, this is clearly, a very boring class.

A very boring class, a very boring class.

I want two tickets to the jelly run at the Galveston beach and in amid the heat, Galveston beach in the tiki, in the freaky is the girls are.

I want to drive them down there in my camaro, my chevrolet my corvette!

But that ain't happening when stuck in this boring class.

So snore, so snoozing I am.

In this boring class.

fuck. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Well syrup, damn fukk.

If you don't like the way of the design of life then fukk, off the trends of the ways they have for you and that is all they have for you, so fuck em, that is all they have for you. so fuck me, That is all they have for you.

So fuck, so fuck them all!

Them all, them all them all Them all. To when they quit forgetting your human. and in the badlands, that is all they have for you.

That is all they have for you.

sick and strung out. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Sick and o, so strong out.

Sic and o, so kinetic out.

Sick and very sick, I stay in the bed, I stay in the bed of the best of the worst and the west and of the dawn and the people they fawn.

I am left behind.

I am left behind.

Sick and so strong out.

So kinetic out.

Sick and very sick, I stay in the bed, stay in the bed.

I stay in the bed.

I stay in the bed, cause I am sick and strung out.

I am sick and strung out and if you dont recognize then get the fuck out.

Sleep in my bed. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

I don't think things are going well and you have a ticket to get well then sleep in my bed with me.

And make the sickness all go away.

Girl, girl, o, girl, ll, if you ever leave me alone.

You make the sickness the twilight of the night for you are so virtrous to go away.

And I say, I don't think things are going well. they are not, I don't think things are going well.

And I don' think I will do well here.

But you then sleep in my bed with me.

But then you sleep in my bed with me.

If you ever, go away, girl o girl, sleep with me and don't let me go away.

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no. no.

Don't let me, go away.

Don't let me get away.

Don't let me dodge away.

Dont let me get away.

Don't let me run away...!!!!!!!!!!

Sleep in my bed, and make me well.

Make me well.

Make me well.

again.

Would you sleep in my bed.

In my bed.

Bed.

right tintin? posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017

Right tintin, right?

You got the guns blaring the fist going and the people they launching at another and it is chaos, all the people you can not trust in a cartoon world is so surreal.

But this world is not a cartoon, but yet it seems because everyone has their guns and everyone has out for me No apology! No apology.

No apology.

And it is chaos, all the people you cannot trust, they must be dust, for the grimm of the light of night, and they shone sun sunny bright up into the night

playing their art deco music and their little distasterdly dastardly blues and the tunes just shake the room.

The tunes just shake the room.

Cause they cannot get along in a probation prohibition swing.

And the fist they blank blare across the room.

And the disaster of disorganization is the tune, of the chaotic boom. right, tintin?

No guns, no apology and no anything.

No apology. for the violence up in arms and against me.

There is no resolution to hatred that will never end as long as their lives extend, right tintin?

Oh, right tintin, run and hide and run and fall into the traps and continue on these adventures for now and forever on.

For now and forever on.

Right tintin, right?

Moppan Thursday Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 20, 2017 トレバー何かが存在しない

mkモダンZ watch:link

9.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017

somebody is already there. toonsday hard for too tough.

Weekday and drunk valentines. hard chaos wicked winx MK MZODERN Castel Tire townere.

Kids Teens. gossip girl. grab hunt.

Somebody is already there.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 Somebody is already there.

Watching you, yet you don't know.

Yet you don't care.

And you don't know and you dont care.

You don't-don't..dont care. (pleugh..pftt) Somebody is always there.

Yet you don't know, and you will miss them when they are gone!

They are the feeling of the adventure, the thrill of life and when they gone, the thrill and adventure is gone and I swear, how much advantage to which we do not recognize of all the themes taken advantage, and they won't be around forever and its insane.

And they won't be around forever and its insane.

Its insane. (lepeleugh-pfft!)

Somebody is always there.

Yet, you don't know and you will miss them when they are gone!

They are the feeling of the adventure, the thrill of life and when they gone, the thrill is gone.

The thrill! The thdrill! The thrilll....thrill is gone. (zeerpught-pffT) Somebody is already there, yet you don't know.

And you'll be sad and sad when that adventure is gone.

Ad you can't bring it back, especially when that hero is dead.

Toonsday.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 Toonsday for a tuesday oh, tuesday, toonsday, toonsday, tuesday.

Something fun for a toonsday when you get 3 o clock the cartoons they knock playing with bricks, legoes, candies and wands of sticks da-da-Da. da-da-da. and after all the cartoons carry on on the radio for the kids who know the loyality to toonsday.

To Toonsday.

To the toonsday, day, day!

Tuesday for toonsday, a time where cartoons so crafted to watch for entertainment and not selling of brand just to continue someway , just to continue some way/ Just to continue some way.

Just to continue some way.

Toonsday is arrived to be revived for one day, each at a time till which it returns again.

Again, even better than before.

Even better than before.

Hard for too tough.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 Ey! Cassandra.

I come on hard enough?

For you?

Ey! Cassandra, think of the things I would do for you.

Ey? Think at all.

Hard for too tough~!

Hard for too tough!

Hard for too tough!

Enough is enough.

Hard for too tough, too long, holding it in.

Hard for too tought, too long, holding it steady.

To hard for anything! When you not commit to anything.

Fuck.

Too hard and not enough.

Too hard and not enough.

Too hard and not enough.

Support for anyone that matters like you.

Weekday and Drunk.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 o, the weekday and drunk the weekday and drunk, for the weekday, we are drunk. yes, for we are drunk and forbidden to be famous.

To be famous!

Famous. Famous.

For we are druk.

For we are drunk.

From which we come, and which we kick.

We are drunk kick, on a weekday, bha-lahla-la!

On a weekday, bha-lala-la.

O, the weekday and drunk for the weekday and drunk for the weekday and drunk

for the weekday and a bit drunk To be famous. Famous. Famous.

Famous. Famous.

Famous.

To be famous.

O, the weekday and drunk.

O, the weekday and drunk.

Drunk, drunk, drunk. Drunk.

To be famous.. and drunk.

And drunk.

And drunk.

Hard Chaos.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 The new awakening of the dawnbreaker, bringing the hard chaos and the people of the idol, will be the fighters for the flash false saint and his saints.

And the juvenile hero will stake his climb and he will run up the skyscrapers and defeat the enemies beyond the sprailing conceptions of evil doers hidden and unseen from far and hard between Hard Chaos, fight em all.

Hard Chaos, fight em all.

Hard Chaos, fight em all.

To the top and never brim full and stop, never fighting for what ever became on top if ever was, anything to say, I never want to say anything for ever.

Kinetic kause people ain't happy with the salvation they gain they bring they self they own sacred heart pain make theirselves the ego of the demons in public disdain for warriors can do what they can never do.

Kause, they blame the warriors of the devil, they would be given giving into their disdian, for power and for cocaine!

The ego is disdain, for Hard Chaos is the one who fights both hero, sinner, villain and false priest of public opinion to say the least, people in their mobs.

In their mobs, never do anything to make the world better.

Just fair through weather. RR. world.

Wicked Winx.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 She share link in arm, man, can, you! Understand, south afghanistan that is where I am in los vegas, super mega man!

Super mega man.

Super mega man, super mega.

Super mega.

If you get hard, and then you get turned by the winks.

And then you deserve extra thanks and if you learn.

I am, the deserving warrior yes I am If in las vegas, get lost, and if in the alley way get lost and if you give a fuck, get lost.

Get lost.

Get lost.

In her alley.

Of the wicked winks.

Of the wicked winks. ooh, the wicked winks.

Yea, yea, the wicked winks, oh, oh, yea, yea.

Get lost, get on lost, get lost, get lost, get lost in the wicked winx.

Get lost, in the Wicked Winx of hers.

Get lost in hers.

Wings of the golden, wicked winks. super modern world!~ (guitar blink) If you got the magic to be in this final fantasy world.

Of hers, hug her to fly her wings.

...(shriek)...

A what surprise.

MK MZODERN Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 Half fought and half at night sun down and at twilight if you getting down at night get ready for the big night of the hallowing beasts and the hallowing wests in the westlands of course.

Follow the cold weather to Persona shore and if you ever ignore, a starvation pirate you are to your core.

MK MZODERN I am sure.

Sure, that I am , Mk mzodern.

Full relief and collect at ease, stay at ease, I collect the dreams.

Of you. Where you cannot, I recall them, when you cannot I stall them.

A knight of just for you, when cannot remember which is right or which is true.

MK MZODERN is the women for you she is a man's best friend and if she ever does anything for, Its all serving as knight, protecting the estate and if hell raises its gate, protect her estate.

Never. Forget Modern.

Modern. Modern. Modern.

Modern.

Is your best friend.

Castel Tire Townere.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 castle tire, castle,castle, tire, tire(x4) Castiel tire, castiel, castiel, tire, tire.(x4) (amtrac release) Castiel tower, castiel tire, tower, tower and the people of the night of the people as coyote heads are the dressed in puritan red if america in another direction if america in another dimensional crossection battling against the iron forge of corporation heads to pluck the irish dawny brave settlers heads.

Spiders crawling everywhere, on the crops, whores and bitches, loyalty never, snitches, fucking whores and bitches, castile tower, fucking pocket hour to return home, america little school girl. little school girl teenage afflication, affliction!

Teenage confection, wins the rage of the page!

Castiel Tower, alright!

Red! Fucking red, the glory foundry of amazon beauty, braids of kill, boots of steel! (Da-MMM) (da-MMM) Page of the blue and the prism colors too.

The search for the princesses, yes she is gay, what can I say.

For the people of america, for the people of surameria for the people ever!

Do the care.

Castle Tire, castle tire, fall down on Castiel Tower.

In the end of the blades glory and honor and the flower of the death is in the blade and the people have guts to save theirselves

and no else when two world run amuck.

Good fuck, at night, with her whores all alight!

In the midnight, come with a grand brave fight!

Teenage Confection alright!

Kids Teens.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 Kids Teens(x8) (beat drops) (guitar starts and accelerates) Kids teens in the scene a station to be seen late at night, the people fall in asleep on their beds to play these social games on that very station.

Kids teens, changed the world and boy and girl no never the same again, all the dreams are better and bolder and the danger, dangerous danger is twice of them all.

Kids teens, of that and between.

Of that and between.

Kids teens and of that and between.

Between.

Kids and Tweens where do you fit at all. at all.

Kids Teens.

Where do your dreams belong with the maiden on high, high or sky rocket in the skies, skies. skies.

Where do you dream?

Where do you dream.

In Kids Teens, when it all has been done before?

Go harder for the new Kids Teens.

new kids teens.

2044.

Valentines.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 Valentines of the worst confection and ever worst deed to the worst perfection no one gave me candy, only I was the candy one.

For no one, I received and none could be gained, achieved, what this day was too mean.

Valentines of the worst confection.

I say, torrents the confection, Of what is to be a lovely infection.

A hearts together as in search of love.

Valentines, valentines, horrid, horrid, hum horrid horrid, hum, hum.

gossip girl Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 The waltz of amazing fir the gossip girl.

The waltz amazing for the gossip girl. (guitar) Gossip girl.

Gossip girl.

On the walk of the town, disco friends and her get down, on the boulevard, they get down and down and down.

Downtown is where the gossip girl is waltzing on down. Is waltzing all down.

Is waltzing all down.

With her amazing fir her friends.

Her amazing fir friends.

For good measure not forever.

Because their being together will ruin the fun times for everyone else

and everyone don't fit in their dreams in their dreams.

Waltz amazing all you can newspaper boy, you'll never be in her dreams.

grab hunt.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 22, 2017 the grab in the chase and the search alone in the darkness and the smell of the defeat.

But the grab hunt is the one.

One, of the hunt and done is the hunt.

To find the one, in the grab hunt I had fun but whatever was done, I am the one you know you cannot count on. the smell of the defeat.

Is not grabbing the prizes in the grab hunt.

And if not grabbing your interest is one failure, I do not know what I would do.

I do not know what I would do.

I do not know.

If I do not grab your attraction and attention, I need in grab hunt, only! I need you.

Only, I need you everywhere else.

And in grab hunt, you take my hand.

And well go to Mary and the Promise Land. grabbing your hand is all I hunt for.

future plans: layout 2 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 23, 2017

naughlact: akin the frosty. 

why. the 2014 arc area did not work. 2015 why it should not be forgotten. 

1.

the thinking of 2014 downcast by physical sickness

but still survived onward till 2015. Without a real disaster of death.

re:/2014 story/"/ re:/ mk mzodern 2014/"/

/\[2016 and the will to succeed, contrast by the ill of people to make you fail and discredit you.]\/

2017, neglect of intellect. and integrity and morals.

bad president, lack of education means lack of democracy, people are no longer patriotic because they refuse to learn the laws and rules of democracy or being civil people in a democracy. Lack of respect for democracy and are becoming/being totalitarian followers.

annoying community girls

2014. mkmzodern. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 24, 2017

Following article explains the circumstances around MK MZODERN in the 2014 era and what it was to do at first but that got interrupted and was forced to move out in the different unknown.

When writing the MK MZODERN blog, in 2014. I tried to push the grand experiment of that time further, I still cannot tell you what the experiment is, but you will have to read that entry when it comes out.

The main factor of the 2014 arc was that it was of educational means. To repeat and replicate the entire purpose of school. But for the reason of the time, I was plagued with some type of sickness, that which I cannot explain but people have taken advantage of for the most silliest of reasons. They have fun, poking fun at me, fun doing these cruel deeds against me. At that time, only one instance I noticed in which I was actually made sick seemingly by the very atmosphere, I was around and no one was within.

That place, and there I thought I was exerting myself. Myself to the extremes of which are highly out of bounds, but I was not, I was simply taking a break from being in my room, watching this Huffington Post livestream and I felt these tremors on me. Very indicative of my sickness getting to the point of extremes. That I would have to rest and that I would have to change my plans for my life indeed.

Because, I could trust the institution at hand for some reason, more different than last semester, something had changed in the manner when before. I was actually sick for some reason. In which I did the same exact things over and over. I was depressed, I must say, but that should have never made me that sick. I was already prompted to go into the literature and arts by what I had done previously in life,

And by that English class as well. For some reason, I felt insulted that my essays were not good enough when I tried to be better than when in high school and tried to learn at the expectations at the university.

But 2014 start was a very depressing time, it was as if someone was hunting me, that I could not see or know and that as if I was being followed for something I did not do or did not know. Very startling indeed, but I could not tell anyone about this, as certainly anyone could be convinced differently. Of the circumstances or the events around that matter, I knew some people but I did not know them all that well to even talk to them about this stuff. And certainly they in most certainly would find me most in high scrutiny. A lack of credibility would be lost.

For example, I actually did indeed test this to see if I actually told anyone about the circumstances around me, how they would interact. There was a particular incipience. Of people watching football and I brought up the issue of how less the folks even get paid. And indeed this is to see, how the people would feel about “bizarre” statements and as it proved. That people who huddle around a TV for football, are high football fans that people who go to a university are that university’s potential fans, even more so than one individual than which they go to school with. Instead of listening to the fact that these people play this inane game and get hit over the head and do not get played and frankly are a plague in the university’s system on education. They rather indulge in this game. And instead of listening to this guy whom they would call insane, they would rather indulge in their education. Instead of actually engaging that this place, maybe has some dark ties and likes to target some people for some reason.

And that this excoriating pain I felt was not natural, but reminded of a prior consequence. Of being so unbelievably filled with malice. Of the worse degree, that slaps you out of the happenstance of being friendly with being this faker! Being friendly with being violated. Being friendly watching the community around being violated. And breaks down the circumstances of which you currently live in and makes the college of your choice a mistake to even venture to, a place to even go to and to even belong.

It is too hard to hold on! It is too hard to sing some chant or go along with the flow, a large corporation entity after someone too, who does not even know why they are after them. The slap makes it too hard to go along with the belief you belong, that you belong well and that you are made to belong. Where else would this malice, come from? A single person, I think not. The malice of which I experienced, could never been from one individual.

This slap makes you realize, that this place is not the solution to your problems after all, when you have only worked to solve them. And that education can only do certain wonders for your life in which is being potentially trampled by the hidden unseen. And that your problems are just opportunities for these people to make an asset out of you. To control you and warp you into someone you are not.

This is why you must not have any problems to even be successful there and come out sane, as a normal natural person, cause for real, there were creepy things about. You must be cunning, smart and not rely on anyone at all. You must tell a story that is of a view that no one else can tell nor has the guts to tell. A story that breaks down all lies and assumptions and is detailed and very such detailed. You must use your freedom of speech as a person to defeat the ill in secret that has possibly been going on too long.

I knew this when I felt the pain, that I would have to not stay there at all, or would not survive, quiet seriously. Such a pain is so bad. To have it makes your dizzy and question life. For that real instance, I even struggled to get back to my room, safe. The sweat was pouring and it took a great deal of mental concentration. I wanted to curse everyone having such a goodtime. In their health. Their happiness in appearing to be succeeding at college. But one cannot be selfish. In this situation, this anger was nonsense. If anything completely forced. These thoughts ambivalating as some forced concept.

I thought this mixture of forced thoughts, pressure and opinions did not one thing. But to be of malice and to force an outcome in which was against my intentions. So in power to control my

mind and my emotions, but I would not tell anyone because it would not help me. Everything can be disapproved by people with higher powers and you can see how corrupt this society actually is in allowing an individual like Trump to be elected and now we have to impose sanctions against Russia because he was too much of a kiss up. In a world like this were rampant evils are never fully brought to justice and people clamor that these injustices outlying in people as skeletons are God’s will? That is to say, these injustices are ordained by religion and people to be rightful occurrences that should happen and should be promoted in these instances of extremely brutality and cruelty.

I do not agree with these methods and I wrote this blog on forward as the progress in my struggle against this event that did indeed happen. And I will tell you, the how the when and who because it certainly did happen. But you will see it in this snarky fictional manner, so it’s really not real but it is real.

But it is real to me and the perpetrators and if there are any strange occurrences to come about then they did indeed have a part to do in these matters. I am saying that if any acts in a manner to come after me, annex me to shut up or else, that they are the perpetrators behind this entire incident.

That night I awoke and tried to act as things were normal, but they were not, I could not stay there any longer, my goals of education would have to wait, as your life and your health is more than the worth of attending a college that obviously does not want you there and its obvious by their demeanors as well.

No one will stop the unbearable truth as that slap revealed to me that night.

2011: light'em era/p;P'p'. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 24, 2017

I in the 2011, era accomplished an ideal to record all my ideas from 2009 and then after. I must say it was not accurate nor was good for what the ideas stood for. It took the idea of tv shows and just everything was like that. This accomplishment was not really an accomplishment but I now had a base to change my ideas. Now, 6 years after that. In this event written in a complete oppressive situation. Where there were many oppressive people and a heavy oppressive culture.

When I wrote and drew I drew with courage. I fought this hard battle with honor and no its was not easy. Being around people who disrespected my work was not easy.

But I fought em. I fought them all. I fought the culture, I fought the people and I fought this idea of a girlfriend as a social advancement piece! Or some must have.

For you to know, the road to even there was brutal. For you to know, the road going up was torture.

Sitting in front of a computer, that I was afraid someone would yank from me, I wrote them all and had fun in this torture. If you have ever read the conclusion of Leven Thumps by Obert Syke, its was like Leven chopping down each required time to divulge down the tree. And cut down the connection to Foo. For me, it was the cut down to pain!

The future of what was to be was to be bright. And walking across that stage and into college, was a happy time but I did not know what to do, the 2011 project was only a preventive manner so I would not be lost in the flow of everything. All my work wasted and all my time wasted.

Truth is no one ever sought to found any culture in me to write, but to be this work horse, in the light of being this disrespected individual by the world that hides and says these common courtesy nonsensical things.

I had rage and I had enough of people bullying me everytime I would turn the fucking corner.

But I felt that if I worked enough, that if I worked hard at college, I could maintain a culture to maintain myself in writing and become well versed in knowing what to do in life with my stories.

Because on the day of the time I was to go to college actually, I did not know what to do, but it was a marvelous day. At least when I woke up. But I shook when I went to sleep, why? Because I was there for was to gain something people easily could have gave me. But they refused. They refused to listen to my stories, refused to play my games, they refused to do anything I wanted to do. Simply because it was me saying it. Anyone else, anyone else, pick up the slack and did something creative, "oh, this guy did something creative" and " this girl did something creative".

All just strewn made up lies.

People were just not in. People tried to rip out the part of me! That says fun and adventure, some even tried to beat it out of me, as for fun. The little women tried to sexually assault me on many times and no parents are not good at this instance. They are trash. They are horrid trash.

As for when I asked for people to join this creative thing, I hoped that they would all magically just add to and we would run with it, they turned my fucking paper into a song venue. And you know what I said, " That is modern, man, real modern". I had enough and then I started writing songs in vengeance of that one time this clowns made fun of me and ever good deed I extended.

These people are barbarians. You extend a hello wave they smithe you with a middle finger. I never wanted to think bad of these people. But the way of their actions and thoughts and appearances and attitude.

Would make you want to hate them entirely to the point you discount that they are even human at all, just props for your everyday torture. I will not say anything that is not untrue.

But the people are so discourteous, you spend all damn evening working on a board game, you even colored it, but no one wants to play, because of some nonsense, like your handwriting is bad or some shit. That your tops and corks game is such and so fun. When little effort went into it. I never liked the people I was forced to live most of fucking life with. I hated them all with

gutsy. And then I had to pretend that I was their fucking friend or this normal dude, that everyone could get along with. Very vexing. Yet to listen everyday to their situations and never having anyone or anything really to yourself, it is very depressing.

But writing up to 2011 and typing it, was the grand achievement, it set my mind at ease. It really did.

But seeing that you are just barely fighting against this thieving way of life, that will not give anything back. Just breaks the person. Only to record these ideas, this was, not to set them in motion, it was. Depressing in how deflated everyone else is in creating ideas and coming up with excuses in how they are good at creating ideas. I realized, no one could ever add to the equation.

That is all that I could hope, however, that this world still had innovative people in this field and not mindless anime junkies. Known for their repetitive if not annoying structure and repeats. At least I thought from their appearance and outlook back then.

I had to care to make myself move forward, to the beyond you could say, I never gave up hope.

When in college, at the start, I hoped that there would be some people there, who I could communicate with.

And we could invest in each other's ventures. But from a modern perspective that is the worst idea ever. As people are not known to get along well when the prospect of money is even involved even if they are lovers. People easily could steal each other's dreams, by lacking values of trust and protection.

Lastly, when I actually went however, there was no one but I did not get mad or angry. I just accepted people as they were. Eventually I became, distracted and I wanted it to be so. I fell in love, this one time, and that was it. This dream of being together was stronger than this wish to be in this society of creatives. So I gave up looking and after that fallen in love failed horribly, I did not continue looking. However, I would meet these people I would have feelings for and then

I met this girl. She was very nice, but I knew, I had too much on my mind, to treat her well. But I decided that after this, I would clear all my mind and my objectives so that I could be fair to her.

But that took a while.

I was often berated in this english class for falling asleep and not adding critical comments. But I decided that I needed to continue on. Proving that I could write, it was like I was being ostracized.

But under this neat cheeky modern air. That I find interesting, but might have made a interesting opinion on my sexual interest, making it sadist. But I continued writing and eventually one night influenced to write this blog.

I started on news and then songs and then stories in different formats. One of the formats was through song, next was through list and next was through event. Next focusing more on songs and thought provoking pieces and strengthening what could be put in a song.

In 2014, it was all about this different school of thought, leading to this dimensional study of a story, and then something more. But this path was not taken, instead because of this sickness that would not go away. I only did partially the different school of thought, some songs, mediation posts and other insightful posts.

In time of college, there was nothing powerful happening as I had taken a break and let things develop over time. On the blog I would write different sets of stories. So different than each other, it would all be an experiment. In 2014, I tried to return to creating my comic book stories starting with the novels but that all failed. Horribly, but I did creating new and exclusively methods that would develop into more things later on.

I knew I had to continue on. For I had to sacrifice some public face, and some public relations,

so that I would not be responsible for trouble happening to other people because of me. I had to continue on for the sake of saving face, one day and being able to tell that I all did this for their betterment had I not, and acted as if it was not my responsibility.

I had to continue on, because I could not say that I could treat her well. But at this point, I became clear convinced that what I had to do was leave.

In the summer, I experimented with many things and in the fall, I made drafts of my series using an exclusive group of methods. First the gamer method and next the 4 by 4. 2015, was a year of strife.

Because the feeling reappeared. Of fear that is close to death. I still continued to strive to make new updates, but that is hard when you are slowly ailing. And one day, you are just there, sick out of your mind. And when I was in that bed again, I was very lonely. No one cared about me in that past of 4 years. And no one cared about me at that event.

I felt bad because of the medical staff pushing money as a priority over my health, and they really did not relinquish on that fact and at that moment, I realized how messed up the world was.

I just ran, I developed this three by three a page method and just drafted all my ideas of novels again and expanded on my new idea Cosmica, eventually finishing it but not have the courage of before to even color it. I created the Killpen, I expanded on my new series from earlier that year.

I continued on and on. I created these Mysterious and Changer comics.I tried to work on these drafts but they were too hard to do in that state. I fought hard to do them. Until I went back to half assed place.

I made these I see modern magazines and continued to work on my main series and new series.

I invested into staying behind school otherwise wasting time with the " dreamy idea of graphic design". But this was just a joke of a program really and I put on this false face, to these people with this fake outset so tightly glued they did not even have an under side and always spoke of theirselves in this egostical highlight when they were not at a good place, seriously. I tried to draw Cosmica digital but at the end, all I did was waste time. I tried to do the actual comics for the series in my drafts but that failed as well.

I dreamed of Roman Girls and stuff. And drew many concepts for them. The blog actually stopped in this era for a while, then after a while of concepts.

I came back because I needed to tell my story, so I created Mind Games. To tell my story, in a way that was real and not to offend people. But somehow people were offended, because the rest of the mishaps of that year can be directed at attempting to tell that one story. I will not say how or who.

But they attempted to slow my progress so many times, I became invested in writing the story right and granting myself a better space to live in. That is without the effort of college, that is without these mistakes, I became more invested and I drafted new drafts. I created new things and even after a disaster, in the fall, I continued to work and create things and eventually I created many ideas to be implemented in this site.

But on 2017, by the time of this 7 month. the 24 day and otherwise the 2017 of the 21st century.

I have completed what MK MZODERN is for and now in the future will host the new variants of my many comics in different stories, different events, different topics, different angles and precision and accuracy!

The era of which I was figuring out things are long over. Now, I will use everything in my ability to bring on a new modern, that brings out the bold in old ideas and puts an in, in new ideas.

I have recovered from the disaster and no longer will I accept the insults of this foul unmodern world.

Bring me the Westlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 26, 2017

Bring me the westlands no shelter for the norn. no road for the torn and no strength that is beyond worn.

I want to be in the westlands were a journey is born, take me to the westlands of a journey for the times of happiness that were casted in doubt, sincerity of hate and depression to an end, and I suspend in the earth and its fucking whim to be so compremible to the world and its supreme dream seeming to hate everyone. For just being different.

In the westlands, the world is the world and the people are not the world and do not wish to be so, in a time of triumph and despair is where we find ourselves so pleasantly to rebound to a time of 2014 neo color and church color sound.

To which the dreams abound.

Bring me the westlands. were the dreams are abound

were the river is white and the ocean is sound and Bring me the westlands, were the dreams are abound. and the river white, and the garden black.

Of noir night and white right.

Bring me the westlands, colorful in the day, different texture of the mind and land I say they collide when the westlands are brought to the sea, were you can meet me.

Pleasantly.

Soundly in the westlands of all times. modern.

Heart Broken in the despair of love. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 28, 2017

In my early life, there were two things, that were the most main elements for me.

There was this girl called Marissa, with a V. And Linkin Park with out the G. While I played with my legoes and blocks and wished for cartoons and Christmas.

On the radio, many of the times. There was Linkin Park, I liked the "Numb" song, it was rock and it was rap at the same time and they flowed just nicely. Really, in that time period, I tried to be this guy in the interest of the emo and the mall. But I was in no way emo, just interested in its art elements and the way it made people behave, like a separate private world, at times, I was not even allowed to venture in.

People can call it evil, devoid, lacking but these church goers, are evil, devoid and lacking of substance. Of culture of society and of the arts of the mind in which it goes to achieve a medium. But people who are not truly of god, only follow something fake and never venture for the

unseen, they never go on to achieve anything, but hatred and evil. They are civilized and frankly, I hate living in a world were behavior like this is treated as normal and these devoid mindless and frankly hateful fools take up jobs and living space others could very well benefit from.

I have struggled my entire life with people trying to tell me who I am. People trying to control me. and basically trying to fuck with me. These people are just the examples of what evil lies in wait for people who just accept that reality is full of fucked up people and they deserve to be there, in peace and happiness. People who cannot behave as people, should not be able to reap the advantages of people.

I cannot tell you how many times, I have tried to say that this is God's world. But this world is just Satan's shithole, in terms of people and their way about doing things. The churches are wicked in my idea, because they do not follow the bible in one way, the churches are a business and they think to save people, it means just giving them encouragement. You can give people so much encouragement and in this era. All that means, is these videos, these networks and these youtube accounts can give encouragement and even large news corps and media works can give people the power to spread encouragement but they do not. And the churches could do this, simply, if they think that giving blank encouragement is enough. The bible states that churches should be places were people come together. And help each up in the word! And just help them in general. But really?

Having a pastor who lives in riches while everyone else lives in squalor and less than prim conditions. Is just not right even if there was no bible to say, come together, not one above the other!

People, witness, the story unfolding. I have come to change,the vision that prevails of this world that is defeat. The news says defeat, they are just cut pieces that are exchanged from life for profit and do not even tell a good story of the news or what happened. Many people are tired of

living in this buzz of saintly voices telling evil lies. I am tired. I can take no more of people, quiet honest to God. I cannot take their quip, their bard or springer. Christ. I cannot bare the pain of this world and this inconsiderate air of profittering! This over corporate that cuts life, of potential and leaves it in bits. Only giving the strength to people in fear. Of what horrid life they could have when someone they hate takes power and if they have the skin of brown. And if they have any skin of any other color. Be God damned, that they live, that they breathe.

I tried to assimilate into this world. I tried to get a girlfriend, but that effort and all that shit, is just bullshit to say, that no one should have to assimilate into this world. That all this shit, that people should not have to take up with is just evil and gets no where and gets nothing done, to have this false way of life and having people live inside it. That would be funny, if people just accept their damn faiths and just die, as demons of the world would like it in their peril castles of doom, shinning death of social onto everyone and not even enlightening everyone.

I tire. Of this cycle of succession into the circle of wealth and people forget to help anyone, of their lower understandings. Never offering the story of their own trangressions and their own struggle, they just don't know they have been drowned in this money craze. As often, I seemed to be indulged in a money craze, to illustrate this. But this is not fucking enough.

The mental health of people is a laughingstock in this world and we are simply to believe that America is a " Christian Nation" , a democracy and a good one at that with an " American Dream". The time in which we can, say that we are proud people. Is slowing away. The freedoms of anything are gone and everything good for the last eight years is being bashed away in less than 9 or 2 months.

The heavy hit to social pride, even if fake, and false, is horrid and atrocious. People trying to fight. Everything that is right, and obviously. Really do not care about anyone but theirselves. All

this social media, instead of being used for light, and used for bright. Many people are using their phones to record crimes and evil. And instead of doing right, and using the media properly they rather would not.

All the values we hold, will continue to fall and fold, as long as we continue to hold stupidity on a high ladder as something grand to be valued. As long as we consume artwork and media and then bash the creators, as long as we do not value the creators anew in this world and instill the proper values for education in how to continue to create and create in good environments. And provide good environments, like the church so to speak in " coming together", " like a church" for people to live in and create together or alone, and not just be this one or the other, but the preservation of creation not for monetary gain but for a complete ideal. And teach people not to be these people without a reservation are just "numb". To follow anything to strike a cord to make them move in hatred and agony and utterwise do not and achieve not one thing for theirselves.

People have to tell a story. In which they succeed.

In this later life, with no Marissa V. And the enigmatic end of an era of Linkin Park.

And no longer need for this theme of "emo". Learning of a better way to make things work according to the dream! Of living in this world. Accepted amongst similar folks. And some want to be 2nd generation foreigner who wants to be a redneck, says that, " you cannot be a hero, your ideas cannot work". Knowing all he does is play into the zombie cord of desolation that is frustration. And knowing that he does not reach for a good life or to achieve anything, just expects it to be achieved and when its not, he freaks out. This is all to say, that without proper education and utilization of creativity and talent, we will all fall back to this dark desolation, this frail abyss of mind and these thoughts of numb.

That are anything not like the amazing song of Linkin Park. People of numb try to be amazing as Linkin Park, without the work, morals or effort of emotion and the understanding of pain and

struggling and not giving in because that seems like the only option.

But make me make the difference, what is wrong here, with these numb people is that they can never be in the desperate situation of suicide. Because they are no capable of feeling hurt, because they shut their real selves into concentration to be punks for the regime of communism and complete totalitarian views, saying that their mood, should be all for life and for everyone.

That they are God. And no one can stand up to them, with their guns, carry laws and tobacco.

These wannabe people of " God".

Can never bleed the blood of a human, because they refuse to believe they are human and humane in the first place, but an imaginary God up next to God himself, in fact, they control him with an iron fist in their minds so feeble to present that their mood does not really exist.

Pride over heart?

Heart should be over Pride.

The end.

Picinfos. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 28, 2017

workhouse era of MK MZODERN posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 28, 2017

The september era of MK MZODERN in 2014 was something special, I got together in form to put my ideas to work and formed brilliant unbreakable conceptions and that is the 3 by 3 method, that summer I created many things. And I recorded and I created and recorded, then over and over again.

Then I realized more needed to be done, I waited to await the new progress. It was delicious but then the arrival of a crippling disease. Set the anger and the hatred. That I of course, ignored but developed further and then rested a while before starting anew with new methods in 2016.

In the area of 2016 beginning, middle and especially end, was met with opposition simply just to create new methods. " Create new methods." I announced to the class, they laughed at me with these insciente eyes. They slash into the manners of being friendly with their glare and then these people, I see them. Can not even do their simple assignments in this simple class, bastardizing the poor "let down" of a teacher behind her trusting back.

I tried to be more friendly at the end. To everyone. Because I knew I would not be at the place of being to able to talk to them, had to end the workplace with a song.

Now, the time after that was complicated and I wish I never spoke to the uncivil bastards.

Because they put a damper into my work. But in the 2017, so much people berated me, and so many people set on bothering me. I began to become convinced that when you give people all phones and all wires, that with their lacking morals in all scope of things and lack of education will tend to bastardize the medium and destroy it and use it to berate people and harass them by snapping pics of them. And such is the struggle to not notice it, but I cannot notice it when people are trying to pick people who are in rest up and in studying and attempting to water board them and look with these indifferent faces, " I did nothing wrong". Of course, you did wrong. You bother people on an institution of learning.

I have no time to be forced into action however, I have taken time to assemble my force, and my craft and no one under the sun is going to come after me for accomplishing my great feats.

My great feats, which I have worked for, and people who barely work for anything, should just shut up and receive what ever handouts people not willing to work to brand theirselves really, and just follow what a school says, or what society says and not actual actualize their potentialsdo receive which is a whole lot of things not well and good. But enough about them.

I announce that I am no longer hiding.

I am no longer in this hidden state and that the espionage has and will continue as needed.

And that in the westlands, and a new continuation, many things begin anew.

MK MZODERN NOIR is where you will find lists of ideals new that take new takes on most recent things.

Chylstern will tell another side of the stories in the news.

Persona will tell the stories of the news differently and stories told her differently. return of Mona lisa with a story.

Two more collections.

Triage, Converty, and Commandor;3.

A new event, now, the Commandor:3 is a new event.

3 of the forces of creative guilds in the world of Moira.

As they fight against each other.

Events have not been done properly in the past, this one event does not erase events in the past that did not have a complete end or even start, but do not expect to see those events show up here.

In this particular event, 16 collections will occur. At least 4 articles of story length to tell you what is going on for each.

There will be more. Of these events, about 72, before the endgame magazine is to be concluded.

DREDLINER will tell of the past stories in the form of these collections. A massive conversion project I have been working on these last 4 years.

After this, visuals of depth will reawaken what has been lost.

All this time, of alt.

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kinetics/rr./v the Triage. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

part 1 The battle of wits between the girls of the mall The ping, first is a gun and then it is a pain.

And the rain, the sacred scarewolves and scarecrows pounces, but do our friends have the strength to make the fear and the tremors stop and bounce away into the coastal oblivion.

Before the waves of the storm take you and the mall, reach the next mall port.

part 2 People trapped in a game, they fight day and night to secure in teams the right to survive another day and play this game and so it has continued ever since recorded history, but is the freedom from the game real and can this Daz Jaspery and this Persona Loganlucky along with their friends Cole Modes and Logania Meades be the

ones to save them from this terrible game. The magician Q arrives and kills many. Before the game begins?

They are quarreled into masses.

The game begins and the flood soon comes, is it game over for real?

part 3 Forced into mazes of different malls, can they survive. Izzie Coyotes and Miller Barnes, Iggie Moons and Zerpa Shadow are the ones who survive this chaos. But as well as Emy Watson and Jim Crowberender and Meades Monkmoon and her partner Blrightr Mepedes. Turns out everyone's goals are not the same. And neither of the name of Numbers group either!

Betrayal, and the death of Blrightr Mepedes. The mention of Cosmica in their discussions? What on earth has happened here? The rise of Valiente? The inquiry extinction of schools? Where are they are really?

The final boss arrives and he is the rain master of them all, the Rainman, a murderer in his own right to save Eco Earth-earth rercyt. From the great violence of the 2015's.

part 4 Cosmica looks to her favorite comics and comic books to save her friends from her mega highschool called the Grand Kamadalan of Britain. And ultimately her world were everyone has been trapped in the places of their stay. When the grand fleets of Valiente arrived, governed by Cosmica Rul. The final flood comes, and Emy Watson is thrown into the fleet burner of Valiente?

The game ends, from excessive error, and the children awaken in their highschool full of Valiente Soldiers and only in strength must lead an uprising with Cosmica and the heroes she has gone to gather. With a missing Emy Watson?

MM culture magazine 1. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

bikes. motor. zoom. zoom.

People living like they zoom, zoom and if you ever see the fall of the man it is doom. It is doom.

Strawberry.

Doom. with rainbows after miracle cloud.

A sunshine in miracle of a downpour have you wishing for more.

Mall, ships and pie tarts.

Doom, when you are under the umbrella of false impressions from someone's misconceptions of alternate reality. Try to make you drunk on this poison.

This twisted melody, spelling the end of sanity.

Get drunk on this malady of bad dreams of altered reality, a bastard's dream, when the cream is so bad and the people you wish you had. Never met, don't beat down.

Don't drink in the virtual reality as they see.

See, the truth. Of reality as it is. bikes in realities differ from another and we will never be on the x games together!

...... Never eating all them snacks, and clever games.

But the poison has convinced it is real that it can be,

but it never will be, that is another reality. That is insanity; to believe its gonna appear here.

mm culture magazine 2 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

2 be awarded the honor of the despair of this place.

This honor is washed over your face, no one deserves to be in this hell place. hell place. hell place, nah-han-nah-nah.

To be washed around, this insane heads try to make their shit real! Feel, bitch, be awarded by the feel.

Heel, bitch, be awarded by the steal of your disasterously dastardly dreams becoming true.

Hell, to my kick!

Be kicked, my buttons are ripped off by you.

Coming after me.

I run and run, but the sleeper still comes after me.

I run and run, but the sleeper still comes after me.

I sometimes awake the sleeper atop of me.

Run and run, but the sun is falling on me.

And the clouds appear, sleeper ontop me.

In public image you see. Sleeper ontop of me.

No one cares the man is not a whore.

No one cares the man is not a whore.

No one cares.

I'm not a whore.

-scarohour.

mm culture 3 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

places hand on phone, god, be with me, though thou are mighty be of the civilization the grand democracy of tribalization the sensation is petty and the people praise the spategghi and I never seen the oo's in the doom and the demon, but I seen it in the zoom of the mind fast and asset of the mind heart to live well . And stronger does it go past the tribulation. places the hand on the faith of the digitized faithwork, I shall not be moved.

Writing in War. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 30, 2017

When you can not look in the way you wish and only find people looking at you unkind and they try to twist and warp your mind

to be something unkind in the valley of education the situation is boldly flat.

Of the bastards so boldly to assume their prerogative is so solely right when its so sadly wrong this valley of education is not strong it is only a situation of money making and when you are writing in war it is no chore and if you ever write in war it keeps the mind and heart strong and stronger than the circumstances and stories of the war.

Stronger than the war, writing in the war.

trrverstycovertybrune. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 30, 2017

P:Blogger sucks they deleted my story.

m:Search of rival gangs for someone they both have interest.

I like the love on pininterest! v;To octativa she comes in haitus, corps.

conquerer's nation. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 30, 2017

A devote devastation, a premiere fucking nation.

Where they ready the toll of devastation, what confound good will has been confound in this nation?

I say, segregation of the classes and the people in this nation has overgrown and will take hold of all we have in store.

Belief of overgrown faith that is damnation and what for this premiere fucking nation.

A devastation, what confound good will has been confound in this nation.

That it swirls in the mind and frankly waste everyone's time when the crazy ones are so ill kempt and unkind, to try and waste everyone's effort

and their minds. Their minds.

Are a joke and we are too kempt to choke.

But the last remaining joke of the laugh.

Is the poverty and despair that the evil idiots do not care, when they leave behind their wastes and their trash and their wastes and their trash.

To what good of determination and the deserving desecration.

Do they have to give, not a damn one give.

They only take, and they satisfying do not respect all the work it takes to give at all.

intelligence to defy dark destinations.

The "tcbvt''conquerers nation. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

When the bats are swaying and the bat parade has begun and the only The Tainted/

ones

Tainbatted Conquerers nation. to stand brave and valiant are (link)

these vampire warriors.

Warriors. Warriors.

To stand brave and valiant.

is fun ayh! Looking for the honey of the

Are these vampire warriors life Grimiores and tones, the egret and its bones

of me.

tough love and holy hollow bones.

I got dreams and I got nightmares

The egret tones, the egret tones,

in the Bat parade. Bats comes out

the egret tones. and they wave their cheerleader Tough love and hollow bones.

arms.

Grimories and tones.

(llllrrmmmppphhrrr)

The only thing to save ya.

Their wave their cheerleader arms

Is the vampire warriors

and the armies of beer.( brrhllrrr)

when the bats are swaying.

and the armies of cheer (oohhrrlrrlyrr)

(link) and the people are Bat Parade of all the rain and all the pouring rain

here,(hrrylllrrrrl) To spread cheer. Beer! Bats!

displays, displays, displays..

Women!

our pain down to the toes and to

Men! BAT BEAT PARADE.

the brain, running wild and all this

No drawn super heroes to crusade,

no bat beat parade. No bat beat

with all your friends-friends-

parade.

friends.

No bat beat parade, with them "

Sheep to the slaughter of the man,

heroes" around. and woman and daughter, people Brrrhhrrr! Bat Beat Parade.

they cry and no one has the guts to know why

(link) fuck is the world of Espionage of the mind and espionage of the body's design

understatement of the bloody experiments on them.

go park your car or go from the houses of If you like to see. The conquerers dawn to your classes and then go

nation you are free

eating to enroll at the sacred location of if you got boy-or girlfriend then go shopping and studying and hanging

education.

And frequently the place of in and out door sex.

Sex.

The Power Of Kingdoms. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

The following is for mature audiences only and has dark onsets.

Watch only to your discretion.

Kriby is a police officer and finds that many women are missing.

Such that she goes out on an off duty assignment to find them.

Scarome and Maners find out that she is doing this assignment and offer to help.

Scarome and Maners attack Kriby and she is brutally injured and shot at and discover that all of the women who have gone missing were going to be trafficked by Scarome and Maners.

Kriby discovers that the gangsta is actually the Prince Geoluardes who has been murdered by an assassin called Bridgets. Bridgets explains that she should come to a school with all the captured women to "regain their dreams".

Kriby leaves for her new life but Bridgets explains she must kill Scarome and Maners, because they will continue the crimes for Prince Geoluardes. And that he is not actually dead and she only killed the puppet version of him and that he is actually a dark demon called Flasust/ Flaust.

They return to find the school under the attack of Flaust in his storm form and Accumoto is fighting him. A Forge of people have come from all over to defeat him. They manage to scare him away.

But Accumoto launches a team to officially go.

Friendly friends like Appolon, Max, Ruth, Tim, Maddie and Saddmox, from the same or different worlds accompany Kriby on a journey back to her world to inspect the dungeons of Flaust and discover many monsters and horrors await.

Appolon remembers his home in the attack of Red Misty Annabelle Shadow. And discovers that the trail of evil is far more than Flaust and discovers from a vision Annabelle Shadow shows him through Casyey Marsmax, that his sister, Kribimi Maons is fighting a demonic possessed girl called Ambriam Haerats. Who appears to be forced by a villain there to do his evil demons' bidding.

Max, remembers his homeworld and sees Kriby as a maiden of enchantress nature, called Moira.

She says that the world will soon end if he does not kill Kriby before she awakes. Max encounters his grandfather. And discovers that he has a choice and that the enchantress before, may or may not be telling the truth, but he must decide for himself. And truthfully he should follow his heart to have a love interest with Kriby.

Ruth meanwhile tries to protect her unconscious friends and finds herself in a head to head battle with Annabelle Shadow.

Tim, dreams of traveling worlds in his ship and the time he met his friends again after spending centuries away from them. Maddie and Saddmox, venture to meet up with Tim and the rest but find him and the rest unconscious. They regret leaving Tim trapped on the ship to never age but spend what could be centuries on the ship. Traveling ever to different places.

Flaust appears finally and reveals that he actually is on Max's world of Moira. The Time Geepers appear and help scare away Flaust. Flaust appears to be fading away.

The Time Geepers help the adventurers escape the crumbling estate. Accumoto appears and murders who appears to be a green haired Kriby? Chelsea Seabring however reappears and tells Accumoto, " soon". " soon".

The Time Geepers appear to have a good hotel to be rented out and the adventurers settle in.

They have different times for pool games, and various tricks. Kribimi Maons and the saved Ambriam Haerats. Appear and tell of the true deed that they have figured, that someone else than Flaust is the actual ill of a great evil to come. And that Apollon is the one to end it all.

Max admits his feelings to Kriby and they have intercourse. But Ruth and Apollon figure out and have bitter feelings about this. Chance, Reeves and Odoe of the Time Geepers care not about the prophecy and instruct everyone they will be leaving to kill Flaust in two days. There is a large feast.

Maddie, Saddmox and Tim have a falling out. Apollon is captured by Ambriam Haerats and Ruth for some fun. Kribimi Maons tries to find the bathroom but finds a murdered Chelsea Seabring.

The building is soon under attack by the Grippers Keepers, strange dark creatures. Ones that clearly do not belong to Flaust.

The building under siege, the Kindgom Reepers, Main Feit and Margo Lars, Jermey Weit and Feiney Tokamas along with a traitor Casyey Marxmax fight the Tenten ghosts who protect the hotel and the Time Geepers, decide to attack Flaust right then and there and begin the ascent of the hotel in the Dawner Hodlers of Thorns. The many beast attack and a higher attack begins from the Kindgom Reepers. The people of the world begin to look in awe stuck in Accumoto's castle.

The murder of the Grippers Keepers by Accumoto is a grand sight and he valids warriors into battle but soon they are consumed by the voice of Chelsea Seabring, "soon!"

Flaust attacks and a grand battle begins, Annabelle Shadow appears and defeats Flaust herself, revealing herself to be his love child with Primrose Parker, before he was under the dark spell placed on him by Accumoto. Prince Geolaurdes, his less popular brother Accumoto, and their

childhood friend, dancer and academic Primrose Parker was the only one for both of them, but Prince Geolaurdes won for his seemingly good characteristics, but had grown abusive thanks to Accumoto's secret experiments on him! And his need to use the effects of the experiments to advance himself in sleeping with as many women as he could find, made him corrupt and crazy, needing to be experimented on to drive forward his need to be with women. However, eventually Accumoto decided to take Primrose Parker against her will to be married to him and even worse, attacked her.

In rage, Accumoto and Flaust broke out into a fight which lasted centuries and eventually cursed

by Prince Geolaurdes many experiments on him and Accumoto's many experiments on him, they both settled away in different ways. Prince Geolaurdes resettled his kingdom, but his evil grew so much he became that of a monster. Accumoto, created a school and became that of a secret villain who creates monsters to kill Prince Geolaurdes in his spare time. And bringing so much grief to many people.

Primrose Parker however was forgotten and died alone with Annabelle Shadow only to live on, with her and her foster father, Maddmox Parker/ Saddmox Parker.

In shock of what has happened to his reputation in just some moments, Accumoto says, " sorry" and tries to kill everyone. Apollon and Accumoto fight. While the rest battle a deranged and tired Flaust, who wants to pay for his crimes, new and past.

Well. The story of this all ends. So suddenly, when I wake up.

In my daydreams through that college class, I find the Apollon finding his rest.

I find the two villains injured and grieving as they are buried alone.

A funeral for those who are to carry on the school, for the next burden.

Of Accumoto's and Geolaurdes fight!

mm culture magazine 4. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

Of my journey to her.

I want to see her again.

Want to know, how she still thinks of me if at all.

I would give the world of the a's.

To be b's with you.

Be, academia downfall that it is it for you. (oooo) That is it for you.

Be academia downfall.

That it is it for you.

I would give the world of the a's.

To be b's with you.

To be b's with you. (oo) I would give it all to not live in debt with you ahhh(aa).

I want to give it all.

To you.

To be b's with you.

Be academia downfall.

mm culture 5 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

Mm culture and the 6xth expense

every open eye and the shallowing alaby. The lullaby go close your eyes.

Eyes. I, will be sleeping in the eyes of the family ideas I despise you look me in the eyes, wanting to be with me in the eyes of the ideas I despise to be despised these ideas the eyes, these eyes, these eyes, I will despise every walking waking thought you belong with me.

I do not want to be.

The lullaby for you and me.

I do not know the way.

But if you stay looking at me that way, I'm going to give in.. don't look at me in the eyes.

Cause I won't look back the same

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mm6 down down again. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

down down again and if you look and if you leap and if you instruct play the bat beat of the parade in the heart song of the alarms in your shinny arms and if you ever see the idol it is you. down down again and if you look you leap!

If you look, and you leap.

And if you find your face again.

After all the masks have come down again. Do-do-do-do-do.

I an't your friend.

I ain't your friend.

Again, do-do, dune.

I ain't your friend back to the courage murders again.

I feel the people surging when again oh again.

If you pretend, you a friend, if you ever look then you are a friend.

And then your not again.

I find myself in turmoils with bitches on me they always want to eat me I cannot be alone in the world of hell the people say cleanse-y ness will do you welll. do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do I won't like anyone anymore.

And down and down again, again, doo,do, do I! AM NOT YOUR FUCKING FRIEND> I WILL NOT COME BACK AGAIN. If I do, christmas is canceled cause I will not fall out into these lies again, place your masks, do-do, do.

Place them all, do-do-do.

Place them all, do-do, do.

Place your mask on your false faces. down and down again. do-do-again!

AGAIN!

inn. find ass friend.

A formal end to Westlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on August 01, 2017

I must announce that the Westlands will conclude, soon. Keeping the project at its finest quality requires that it ends, now. The project itself will debut sometime in the near future. But, alas, this is the end to the westlands. Will cover a personal reflection on 2014.

Writes: "Most dark and most treacherous is to build a bright future with so many hidden forces against you and if you do not believe. If you do not believe then, these many forces will try to rob your life no need to be afraid and no need to worry because no one with their clearly unwitty statements and truly false guidance can offer you the path of which your hardwork has resulted.

I carry not the doubt of people.

But the dreams of a people not, yet seen, and that is the people of the future, who no one really cares for at all."

On the school of 2014: " most ambitious was to teach something that was not yet found out for one self.

One self had not yet found out it all and went to sort it all out, eventually it was found and the method of thinking of teaching has changed. To which magazines can found and the wisdom is abound.

There it became a castle."

On drafting in fall 2014 " Such ambition to bring back such ambition to the stories and such life and purpose that it did all work out in the end and works even further out in these days, but a pretend of an ending needs more practice to be a true ending".

On the future ambitions, to bring back the world care back to the stories, for they are unware, such poor quality stories can be told of them.

By people who are not poets but singing another hymn.

Will continue to make comics and stories and magazines that allow for a sense of Mzodern to be

achieved. There will be an old and new, and inbetween, there will be a high and far, and far between.

People will be far and inbetween against and for the goal and may take these ideals for their own, but there is a proof for that and you will see that. No one can just get by taking ideals that are not theirs.

And I mention for this reason, is the reason of why you will not see the true Westlands as a feature on this site, but only mentioned as these things do indeed happen. As people can claim for these ideas to be their's I have a proof. And solely try to discredit I need no proof. To try and banish the idea of humanity and then steal ideals, is truly criminal. But the continuation begins, with a surge of the erotica back to the forefront and the return of the old ideas as new ideas. The great change has begun.

From conception to story.

The dawn is over.

Now, begins the Inrest.