Snaper

Dark Valentine.

B Dark Valentine.

1.

I did not go to school for love.

I went to study one day. A part of me did not come back. Such expectations of mine, where like Passovers for people who preferred to eat trash. But I never took this seriously, I just never should had spoken to anyone.

2.

My heart is not in piece, draft break ends.

Disturbances break of the study of what I was trying to do and people literally are getting in my way. With these disturbing looks and even these darker feels. Just had to get to work to get out of this dismal place.

3.

I find sex an obstacle!

Tried to talk to a friend but I find it a work in progress, seems to think I am out for something sexual or something dark and strange.

4.

Terrible tripping teachers.

Speaking of terrible teachers, yea, there were many. Mostly one indeed. Annoyed to living shit out of me. If that does not annoy you, the students immediately took advantage of this and wanted to use this to treat me differently than they did before.

5.

Bumbling people.

The many days, one can set out inside the loom of a lobby. And be faced by some many nasty looking faces.

6.

Trade of art is folly here.

What is the teacher actually teaching here? Renaissance art craft and simple art principals passing off as a design course?

7.

The darkness.

There are allies to actually learn here, They just want to go with their little culture of misunder-

standing what the place is even for.

8.

Private times in darkness.

Writing daily on the weekends, drawing on the weekends, watching things on the weekends, every week;alone.

9.

Anger unknown?

Venture in online speaking with dear friend, trying to slowly clear up real issue there. But really friend avoids in reality and just frankly wants nothing to do with me. But yet I still try.

10. Pain in talking to this people.

Trying to speak to people but my own self-preservation kicks in.

11. Burdens. In talking friendly.

Many instances in which people take friendliness for granted.

12. American gyaru A story for once about someone else.

13. Sad admissions to cruelty Being catbaited and watching the girl basically tout her guy in front of you.

14. She only thinks I am there for sex.

The friend and her persistence to not be a friend, but “ be a friend”.

15. Such cruelty.

16. Giving a presentation interrupted by many class mates and really they do not give a fuck about you and live in this artistic world of melancholy, and need to desperately wake up.

17. Aristocratic paintings and failures.

The terrible review periods of English-err that Art class.

18. Dark fest event.

Working on these many comics alone and then dessacrow academy.

Meeting this group of girls into art yet not knowing what it is. Inexperience stifling. On the last day of October, Halloween, find myself in another annoying situation.

19. Trapped in blood and agony.

I am not going to cry but. The joke is on you. But nothing seems to get better until it gets worse.

20. The magazine slips away The ideals of magazine have just become covered in blood and just complaining all the damn time, these are not my dreams.

21. Torture dream.

The tortured dream that this all is.

22. Panic never!

I did not panic at all. Instead I plotted.

23. That samurai day!

I recall the day I had enough. When I met that lady who dare comment on the picture they so hated me for.

Or more accurately beat upon me for.

24. AH!GONY! The aftermath of bothering with clique of girls in the cosmetology even as human individuals, lasting affects constant harassment by these folks.

25. Chopping wood.

Decided to enter a competition. But no one would bother to sponsor me ever in any of my fucking endeavors. Friend says, “Do not talk to me over Christmas!”

26. Agriculture disdain.

The conclusion of this all. Is sad if not bittersweet, badly completed projects, lack of friends, community support and everything under the sun they think of you, they have thought. They have nothing more for you than a Dark Valentine. That you should always pass up.

Dread.

At many times, I am filled with a dread when writing. When I am drawing, such feelings do come about. Why, because people just do not understand the world of your work, and never will take time to appreciate it, and explaining it to them if you even have to is a waste of time. Never speak of people who will never speak of you gladly. Only false lie and false myth could be said such familiar support exists, when nothing is ever said about it ever.

I am filled with dread because I know these people are dangerous and want to involve me in things that I do not want to be involved in, things that will make it hard to do such of my work. In the way I intend it to be done. I read people in their struggle against the dread, giving it power, complaining of it, letting it struggle and strangle them till they are artists no more. Such as artist’s block, time watching anime, time clubbing, time with boyfriend or girlfriend and simply finding every excuse to not confront the dread. Then there is a line, in your life, where if you have not confronted this dread, it will be come of you. You will live it and such so much that people can live in it, and with this, they feed off it and make you into a person you are not. But if you are and have confronted it, they still can try, but you can fight them off, a terrible fixture it is. Till you become convinced this ill is yours and yours only and when you fight them off, they become convinced

that reality of it is, you are the only one who has control over it and not them. And that is the reality of it and when you work and train and work and train, you will not be filled dread, but free of it.

One day, I passed along, my associate was talking on the phone.

I went and sat next to her, I was pretty lonely in my search and I was not desperate for wanting to be with her. She was talking on the phone and when I spoke to her, she spoke back to me even while on the phone. The occasion of people doing this in the age of cellular vehicular crashes, is slim. But I really don’t want to want her, but I can’t lie and say that I did not like her and her attitude about life. A bit strange and if not weird.

There was an adventure there, an excitement that did not flow in anyone but her, completely unique she was. I felt as if desperate speaking with her in that time. There passed a girl who liked me and her eyes were in shock, but I could only look at her remorsefully. I knew she would misunderstand, and that even though I was “lonely”, she was one less girl that I thought I could turn away from liking me. But one has no such power over another.

One’s love is one or mores at all.

And cannot be taken away so easily.

How foolish. Dread of liking too many girls to conform to an ideal that obviously does not fit your situation. Dread of confronting the issue too much and messing up chances to be friends with all these individuals. Just by that act, you have not given into dread, but messed up the chances to get to know these people, all.

But for what it is worth, you think

you can love this girl, talking on the phone about her very interesting choices of night and day time hobbies. More so, than the shocked eye girl, you could probably communicate better with and actually have more fun with. Instead of pausing waiting, feeling your loneliness beckon onto you what to say next: when she turns to you. And even though you feel this could be love, it probably is not going to happen that easily with this individual.

Who will by every admission, claim superiority, and ever will want to be with you at all. But for selfish reasons, eliminate them both, just by sitting there that one night and not chasing after the other girl then or later to clear up the misunderstanding.

Or the other two girls at the walk; the girl whom you first actually spoke to her for real and the other girl you could only smile at. Or the girls who see you at the cross roads; the girl who gives special interest in you and the other special interest in you in a different manner. The girl who was in your english class and the other who tried to give you a piece of bread. The girl you would look at and another you would look at. Wondering if this was all right or not to have such feelings for them all.

And more so, would it be right when you have feelings for a girl who directly changed your course to be open to liking these people, among all these feelings; she seems to be the one to be of interest to you, superior. But no matter what you do, no one can be placed superior than any other. Just as you meet them the situations change but you refuse to let anyone come too close.

Than another who seems to be similar to you in a certain way, if different would be affected by whims of dread. As dread is a struggle within them as well in a certain way, you know of well.

Is it a selfish request to protect people from dread?

Even when your request will leave them guessing your meanings later.

Even when you leave everything an open question.

And may never get the chance to actually get to know these people, but there is a faith that when this all settles over, you will get a chance to know them. And any dredliner to attempt to use this message for their own selfish evil reasons, proves the reason of why your dread protect was a valid one.

Proves what they have done and why they have done it and why they meddle with you and others.

For they are horrendously, against society and want to use any thing even dread to control people as an artist for manga does pen strokes and if you become an alternate you outside her dreaded constrains, she erases you and all else like you, by forcing opinions and forcing you to leave of your own accord to escape this all.

If ever an inch is made. Toward anyone, again, especially those denoted here, it would prove totally, the premise of the argument of the dread carrying people inside. These people motivated to break into a conversation that you would have on the floor and while you speak, all these fantasies they spew to annoy you and just bastardize you both in their lies,” A shame and a shamble!” Is there very name. To try and torture people where the dread exist, is truly terrible. And

again, to even try to commit to use the information here for the access of using dread of people for power and control, and blackmailing through messages unknown and poisonous are just annoying if not immoral. And true dread is that anyone in that atmosphere would view the world of others with such Godly uproar to think theirselves true vikers of timid will; to assume that everyone is shit in comparison, to them who can manipulate this dread to their whim. Truly cowardly and truly dangerous such folk are and if anything were to happen again, all their crimes would ever be so present and so founded in reality as actually happening and not easily hidden.

I may dread for them, using any note any further for their own dark devices.

I sleep.

In pain, I did sleep one night, dreaming of you with me, so much, there have been many times were I have dreamed of you over three years. And really pushing the climate of what I want to achieve has been my goal, but not to involve you in it, is what my dream really is. To not be pushed away from you.

My dreams reveal my intent and I pain, for the time, I should have spent with you all this time and not allow people to convolute my mind, to think I am inferior. I can only say that I have any interest in these people to stop people from figuring out that I had any connection to you, these dangerous folks. I cannot allow there to be a world were they just put you in danger because they feel like it.

At once, I was conflicted, maybe

you might not like me anymore and I just have to move on. But I cannot just move on from these feelings I have. I might have been distant and cold, but the point of the matter, is that at that time, all I would have ever tried would not have worked out and just collapsed in this terror of mine that really in all saintly deeds, is just another person’s problem that I was ever so unlucky to fall in.

Sometimes I wish I could be in an alternate reality, were none of the variables that I let keep us apart; existed. I have played the game of this over and over these years. I have pondered, if I really do like you at all. But I find, that I can not solely just say, that I only like you, most importantly, in all this time I still have these feelings for, feelings of gratitude. For being the one person, truly, who changed my life which allowed me to be more open to the possibility of being friends with people. That people of friendship and hope do exist.

I could never know, if you actually care about me or not. But the dreams of you, are too much just to say sorry, “for ever feeling that way”. The dreams of you are too much to wish my life away living a tortured path. The dream of seeing you again, is too much to wish my everything away on just one objective. But I am lost in my way. But I will just make a way, willing to ask,if these three years can be forgiven. After the note, I left to you, I don’t know if you read it, but it was a goodbye to me. But I had given up, only so that I would not try so hard to reach you later and expose you really to people, who really had me pinned down. And who would do much to inflict harm upon any

other. I have no regrets in keeping you safe. But I regret that even for a moment I had to give up. I regret for a moment, I could never give you the answers you needed. I am writing from the heart to say, that truly, I have not given up.

Not to make this about myself, but I have never made you a trophy.

There were many couples, I have passed by, that made me jealous of what I could certainly be having with you. In the form of a relationship that I would use a word strange to me; precious. I have no regrets about ignoring some of these couples suggesting I’m inferior. I have had no anger really at anyone, so conceited mistakeningly to think I solely liked them when they treated me in a manner inferior. They theirselves not even truly considering that in their deep hatred, that they did indeed like me.

I above all wanted to scoff at them, but however, I could not just say; that you felt the same way I did. To be proud of such feelings that I had never confirmed to be there.

I want, above all to get to know you as you are, and not as the romantic ideal of you I have had all this time.

I do not want to be caught up in the ideals of romance so exclusively and selfishly.

I just want to make you happy and this is all I wish before I go to sleep. That one day, I will make you happy.

Broadcasting elements.

Cake Modern elements of broadcasting get lost in fantasy never really, but the desires to manipulate the opinions of the public by supporting a popular group of people and this rich fantasy lifestyle that never really exist. Shows like Extra and Access! and Insider and else, are all for the same elements of gossip and romanticism of a system that never really exists. But never willing to promote fantasy is the public ever willing unless it has a connection to this romanticism system that never exists. No one ponders fiction in the news, unless it has something to do with this unredeeming system of talents of faking out the public sphere, with this culture of romanticism. A romanticism that allows

for abuse and misinformation. The news will never contain a shred of fiction inside of it, why? Large corporations and news organizations just want to take advantage of the mundane nature of man and outset a group who work special jobs that benefit this culture of romanticism that can never be.

I say that they will never be interested in the culture of story and true fiction because this opens too much doors for questions, and thus too much chance for opportunity for authors of books and those of knowledge to truly become the focus of society without this unbridal fake romanticism. The romanticism would not be a romanticism. People who be inspired to write stories and people would have grand opportunity to speak about these stories as long as people stayed open to the idea of free access for great craft. If people truly spoke about stories, of course, it would be more divided, but it is very divided in secret; to a point where, darkness comes about in secret dealings. People never actually say the things they mean and these dark kempt people stay off in the back and are never exposed hiding under the blanket of romanticism. That truly never is, are ever so blind to thought, knowledge and reality itself. The thing is, all the avoiding of the actual whit of the artists and writers of the stories is never displayed in the public light without the stars of these works if applicable is because the news and other corporations of information do not want to promote the public to want knowledge, to invent stories, become storytellers, or say that storytelling is a proper profession.

Always wanting to untake, everything. For their own advantage. So that people can not ask questions about life and important things

in life? Like should we support this media circuit promoting hatred and bad candidates who will never deliver democracy? Like should we wonder of the quality of life and our knee down message? And if it actually does anything at all for people, when you are already apart of the stars that be in this romanticism. Inspiring many children to get all banged up for the sake of football? And like should we imagine where this country is going?

And whether if candidates of both party can live up to their tasks. And how about this, it is apparent that the media is never one to speak of fantasy in public medias like tv which was traditionally the source of culture in the past and still the figurehead of such romanticism faulty, urging people that these juggernauts of made fiction and selected fiction you can see in theaters and tv and little were else these days; are the people of society in which you should inspire to be. Never the film directors and nor the people who write the stories unless you have a good following by the media for several films that could have been produced and the several stars it supported. The media is all a farce, because it picks a fantasy to grant power to other powers that be to control people and do not give any space to creators of fantasy to take the air at all. If not for the internet, which for all intents can be ignored; modern culture would just be a group of bad shows, terrible writing, terrible sports with bad things happening in the background, old comedies and if anything the ranting of belligerent media system which happened in many ways to let an asshole into office. By giving him time after time, venue to influence the people he is even viable. It is not responsible to support the ravings of a crazy fuck on the most important media sired by the newsfolk and all the people who decide the so called modern standard of public culture, or rather what people at these corporations think life is supposed to be for everyone. But now, with the internet you see that change and no one gets the parallel that movies like Blade Runner actually offer. That everything can and will go wrong and then what can be done? That; the internet has overtaken the tv, as the actual representation of society itself and not this button switch that pops out a cake of what the public culture was to a certain group of zealous folk actually was.

Action Karma;

Much action in life and fiction has implications for those who take action. And although you can fight, you can be injured and killed. The most important parallel in a story. By rather what if there was never anyone to be injured or killed; from the normal standpoint and everything much of people is synthetic and never real. I can tell you from my college experience; that people only can be real if they are real and people will only be fake when in fact they are fake no matter how many times they will try to seem relevant when there are no feelings at all inside them. When they muck around following the trends set by a place to be happy, take advantage of some ills in the back for their own health and wealth and only will never do what is right. Unless someone of the system they are incites them so. And really, this become a problem as these puppets, these people of modest made craft of art and fiction; these false people can be attributed to the replicants found in the Blade Runner film. They are made to believe a certain thing until their belief in the system is broken and they have to find theirselves for truly who they were actually were at all. When they have to discover their truth again. Others have to keep the illusion of being compliant so that no one bothers them and only with true heart of friendship can their true self be unlocked and similarly with their friend; in attempt to keep them safe will not be unfront in public viewing but only in private, for the fact that people are watching and can do their friend and them harm. And that is basically the action and event in this society. But not the karma. Never the karma as it always stays the same. No one can escape it. None at all.

Mindset

The mindset is akin to the reality of which it is. And which it is not; venturing into escapism. And if a dark future is there, the stark reality of it is that everything is displaced and different; often in a light in which the audience would not suspect. But people could be comfortable in this world, because it is the only world they have known and maybe that it is only a dark future by the definition of dystopia, which comes from our understanding of such a world to be; one where the future is bright. However, you should notice that if there are any reports. On this movie by the main media all they will have to say is the dark future and the dark future; briefly features this

and that happening and stars this and that star. And basically really says nothing about anything at all. Never gives on how it impacted anything or much at all. And really; just disrespects the work and does a poor job at reflecting the atmosphere of the movie, of how it is not all that simple as a bad future at all. But sometimes in life, people as well are the same, when it comes to other people and cannot process information that other people are people too and do not view reality the same for the fact that they are other people and if any particulars are released they hate them. With fury and fervor. And this might be an escapism from the tortured living styles that many live in the links of misinformation and manipulation and allowing theirselves. And will seek to mock true beauty.Of others, when they lack any inner beauty at all to entrust people.

Origins

Where are the origins of the culture, here? You will be surprised how far we actually have come and while we may speak of things of the past as if they happened never and not at all, and that the elements in the movie that are so dystopian, can be found in the past. There are child slaves in the preview intro for the Blade Runner 2049 movie. There were children slaves in the past. And yet, no one blinks an eye, that it can happen today even or tomorrow? I am saying this in the context of the media and what is introduced, many people can stray away from realizing the past of here, our culture is much like the future presented in this movie. The people however living in an advanced city seem mostly to be living in squarlor. Just like how people lived in the past, not well lit and not good living conditions at all. Because many of today’s society would rather forget that there was even a time in the past where it was not all good and well. And even though that they would rather say such, they could see that in the movie or not: they will not think it even if they go into the movie. Why? Because the media does not promote the message of this; only high fantasy fun with these and these actors. All the meanings that any real thinker or fan could come with are delayed.

Divinity

Much like today the only divinity is corporate interest and branding and similarly in the movie, the same thing can be found but to a higher degree. You can have money for this tech to create fake people but not enough morals to grant good life to either group of the fake or real. Which shows a clear lack of morals or insight

Emulate

Many media have taken from this, now just imagine how many people actually take from the media on tv? To go and vote for the equivalent nonsense at a poll just because they believe in the divinity of a brand.

Read

The bookstore is but a gateway to this mall of public popular culture, and you can say that many streets and venues of market places are much of the place where the main culture can be shown in the aforementioned corporate bend. Where all the tv. Has become; is a control box for society. But not many people will try for reading.

But rather to be apart of an illicit group that is sponsored by the control box. Make light of authors and art styles and anything worth, to twist medium to its own benefit; preach the value of corporations over story of self and self worth of anything worth anything in life.

Now: see the world as it is; everything is taken advantage of to support a willingness to control the public and beneath the dream, a darkness is still going on as the meanings of fighting back is construed by the same intrigue, that is a false fantasy perpetrated to control people. This pop culture of doing whatever is popular as a sign of fighting back against different social mandates is worthless when backed by a system of darkness. That these stories are only for advertisement and for the promotion of the popular stars of a time and nothing more and nothing less. And that these fighting backs are nothing by advertisements. Truly, if people want to show change;

abandoning the disinterest in learning is what they should do.

I fought a grand battle. I turned their musics of dark against them and defeated them.

I defeated some people who thought they were hiding. I nearly died and my heart nearly broke when I discover what evil that they had done. Took my work of family and turned it against itself and they crawl on their legs as four and not on two like normal people. They love to destroy anything that has any meaning.

I fuck you not...the silliest thing I found out was so they could build a city in place of their campus and kill everyone else off. Its truly a laugh but that is how insane they are.

X

I love you.

I want you.

I hate you.

I want you even better.

School.

Not again, all the violence just has to end.

I had to suffer a terrible dark reality of their creation to get here today and at the start of a new year say that nothing is safe anymore and they must be put away for good, there is no forgiveness and there is no harm in saying even this sole truth. They are evil and there is no reason to fear them.

Fear them and they will kill you.

I did not fear them no- I was very cautious against them because here, they could make the public for them even for a short while. Before they realized their true inhumane answer.

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Dawn rumbles forth. Just average darkness in the local dark side of the mall. Where gangsters are rallying spectors forth amongst all the pills and the tattoo parlors. The fight to the end becomes something of a spectacle hidden to everyday goers. And really. Please stop thinking you are powerful controlling other people to fight for you. You are not, you are trash. You are just an idiot. And you will be sorry at the end of this tale.

2 Smug expression on thine face, for thine evil did do in the background and backdrop for thine friends of folly follow the brink and briar and you howl at the moon tomorrow.

You are just a monster crawling to create these grand folks of desire.

Considerably using them wrong, as toys and not people and for that you incite the devil. But no one will tell you what to do. You friend of biology and astrology logos and these sleeping ticks of your habits of rage must go. You turn the study of the body into the study of the wicked heart and twisted dreams.

The end.

3 Special women never come about, all that really special at all. It is just the instance and the direction of

their aim at you, that determines the hit and when hit, you are sorry and mistakened because this woman is truly special. However, why kill special women in dark situations where you can not see were the danger will come from or even if they can trust you to any point at the end. All this is revealed that, the assumption to stay away from dating while in danger; is a good ideal.

4 Dreaming of you, these days, though I think someone is out to harm you. I want to protect you and the fights these days are brutal and I wonder if you miss me. I wonder if we were together, would we have survived? Could you accept the challenges here? Could we stay united. I rather not stay. In thinking about you. I might do bad things just to be with you and that is one thing that I could not do.

5 Even though I won. I did fall. And stabbed in the last of the battles, and though I bled out I did not feel the impact till I fell onto the floor. I could be in this pain and yet; I must stop thinking about you.

What about everyone else I do care about? Can I just push them away.

Well, I must have did.

Just for them not to be warped by these nasty people and their lies; who like to create a mess of things.

I remember scowling to stop a sniper’s attack, and it hurt me more than that bullet. But at least all four people down below were not hurt.

This is something I do no play with.

The lives of people. But yet people play with mine, will I ever get to see you or anyone else I want to see ever again? I still have things to resolve. So God...help me, at least survive this all.

So I can make these fuckers pay.

Don’t let my live nor theirs slip away.

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1 By this time; the journey. Has ended. I finished all the work for Mind Games. And really now.

I am just repressed by hatred and anger. And maybe I cannot actually help anyone out with their perceptions of the world and stuff and stuff. I am done. And more so ever.

EGYPT 99. H-Hentai.

Shark on Campus. the krushre drafts. mm culture again. whatever the fall was after that one assault. just a recovery of sorts. recovery. the ending of recovery. And now, now. What is there for now. How can people move on with their life when people at every corner have tried to impose on them for an art project that frankly is none of their fucking business. But what they are saying; is that it was apart of their business because it revealed all their evils and all their wrongs.

And revealed the truth; to a public who will eventually discover the truth and then do nothing with it; or discover it and become worse people. But one can stop the impact of this from hitting people if they actually cared about people and did not attack people for being creative.

But the culture cannot be stopped.

I tried to imitate struggling cultures for the point of MK MZODERN and the minority view. But I pose after this and really during this initial thought; this was not necessary.

Who could care about these losers.

Who promote half baked ideas easy to edit by anyone and really have nothing behind them showing how much they actually work anything.

There are apologies for anyone who has fallen out of favor; that you could give me and me to accept.

Because frankly folks; when you let people speak to you about nonsense and you hardly know me and you think that nonsense pertains to me; shows clearly that you are a fuck nut. A piece of shit and I want nothing to do with anyone who supposed” its him” type of thought.

Following around a little sick band of puritan little bitches. Think they are snitches of reality but are of lie.

And to get anyone who really does not know me to follow this same crazed attitude and approach to life itself. And people who are not them. You are just helping a disease.

Not helping yourself in any form.

And if this was any honor based society; for apology-go commit the ritual of killing yourself. You might as well be doing this shit already. So fuck off.

2 In the approach of MM culture.

I tell you what; its simply finding new life away from a dream that cannot be accomplished. A dream that can never be. Because. People have trampled the dream by being goons instead of educators. One should not have to be defending about being bullied or such.

In a place of education; but that is what you have to do when people try to attribute ideas to you.

The real intent of MM culture, is just to live a better life. In the trying circumstances. With a different of outlook ignoring all doubts and all evils. With certainty and not with defeat. A W.I.T.C.H fan fic, “X”, Shark on Campus, Egypt 99, Hentaih, protics,Beryond 13 the 3rd arc, MM Guilds, Slayers of Wolve, Slayers of Wolve timberland, a 90s kid in 2090, Roman Girls, MM culture stories, Technogothica, TIM, Dessacrow Assassins at Dessacrow Academy and MM Culture project it self will appear along with the titles; Brain Party and Japanverse. Certainly; the culture I have worked so hard on; will not fade away.

3 Ever questioned the romantic dignity of me? Many people have and they obviously so like what they see. To write and talk about me in public, take pictures of me and glare at me as if I have done them wrong. I feel sick. These people in no matter find me inhumane. And some would rather just bash people for not falling into their traps of framing them as some type of rapist. A MM BlockBuster, is what I call the work of how the habits of one estate led to the habits of another estate. In the subject matter of trying to make fictional victims to attack people in public and take away their sanity. These people I tell you are the same people who have decided to take upon theirsleves to murder and complete erase the fact that they lived at all. And not as some object that they have created.

I feel like people who like me; in the way of trying to murder me, just need to settle their sexually frustrated qualms. And stop trying to get free sex out of people which the other acknowledges is free sex

and then turn around. And say that it was forced! Its hilarious. Sit down and stop trying to fuck people and then further fuck them. I have to put with so much fucking nonsense. I cannot talk to this girl because people will feed lies to her in my absence and then what; its all wasted then. She might just not like me at all because of these rumors, of fake. But that is another story, just trying to get a friend, a person who was friendly at first in a strange nervous way as if to shake something off; you faced being called a rapist. Much for the color of your merits they have heard from rumor, your appearance fitting rumor and you skin color fitting dark rumor. And more so; can never be called a friend. When they keep on pushing you away from even speaking to you. Continuing to spread lies that you should not spend time with that guy. I find it kinda of funny.

For all that time, I had to hold my breathe. And if people liked me so damn much; why not go out of your way to understand, I am not a toy and a not some fictional racist stereotype and do not deserve and will not be able to die at your murderous little hands. Always wanting to say something but now, my friend Bars, you can now never say it. P.S, I won’t let another fucking bitch who looks like you and acts like you, to waste my time. EVEN FOR FRIENDSHIP.lol. As if you are that important to bar all freckled folk.

4 MK FASHION there is none. Weathermen there is none. You took the effort to research the projects I was doing and so valiantly tried to define them directly for me based on some false image. And really I put up with this only so that there is proof all the things you try to do with shit that is not yours. These ideas never got developed.

And really. Fuck off. You have ruined much here. Will people accept the equivalence of knowledge of hatred just because you hate them. No. I will never believe in your shit. Just so I can work longer and harder, all I did was say that it was truly an option. But really none of an option. When all the stuff I wanted to do; was pushed over by your over assumptions I want to work on these projects. You are a nuisance. Go on. Fuck off again.

5 I admit I would like to cover stories like sex. And modern happenings. As well as write creative directed content. But in the time, I will just have to pick one or the other for the now.All the while I would like to continue my comic ambitions outside of MM culture. But that will have to wait for a time. As I would like to develop the ideas of MM culture to their furthest extent. By leading into MK MZODERN 1866. And just leaving it open for later reflection. You can steal all the ideas, you like folks but it will not replace anything you lack to create your own ideas. I will say that I am going to do MM culture, my comic ambitions and other ideals. Then something of cold weather. I will display this in a magazine. And no one will stop me, because if you try; it implicates you here.

6 Would like to do this and that. But really; I have recovered everything that was attacked and now. I will post this message of your bad works here. It will hurt as you see as people look at you less than human and some might want to even punch you. But if you had never attacked, there would be no reason for people to be angry at you. This is what you should think on. There is no winning. There is no dawn of your success. Just be ready because it will eventually come for you, even if I did nothing at all; some others would find the solution and do things far more violent than write papers on your bad acts. Have these little opportunistic bitches, like these old highschool folk that band together as friends to terrorize the public and some bitch, that think she can commit a crime and bounce with it in glee is so gladly the leader. All because you incite them to attack me and the places I go. And this just brings out more nasty people who I have to deal with. You will accept your crimes and you will shut the FUCK UP. You are not good, you are education and you are not helpful and you are not creative at all, just a stealer of ideas.

7 I really do admit; I will never forgive anyone ever involved in these dealings for evil work; because of this; I was forced to write a note to one I care for, basically as a goodbye note, because I really; did not know if I would make it to this time next year. And on that note; I cannot really commit to returning to any commit to learning.

Under the combinations in which people have chose, a maze most hideous made just to ensnare. I really have no route to be involved in that system no more.

8 Everything has gone as planned. lol.jk, whatever you want to believe.

Dark Times.

The following times clarify how empty the actual path of enlightenment through a college may be. I think many people are beyond frustrated with the education system but are afraid they are students that they cannot happen to speak up against dark mishaps. The ability of people to stand up to evil in this era is just akin to political views; media sensationalism and what is accepted by different groups of people to do. Not just go out and stop whatever evil there is by any means necessary. Its all about letting the evil take for so you can profit off it. I wonder why, newscasters will never help truly anyone they record who is in trouble because foremost they are newscasters.

Next; they are newscasters. And foremost will not act unless its in the best light of the profession to do so. How about people who are actually supposed to stop bad things like the police or military or maybe even politicians; nope.

The time of where we have insightful reviews and media and even acts are pushed aside and honesty that needs to end for it might as well be end of society at least in this one country, I know well of. That thinks itself akin to immortality. That people cannot speak up against dark mishaps because its apart of their corporate venue culture. Trying to fuck people when they do not need and do want to be fucked, is not apart of any culture; its is just a dark act.

The most important thing to realize in media; that nothing is real. Everything is an act and people have forgotten in this area; that people really do not care for others who happen to appear on the tv. May I be so bold to point out the fact that whenever there is a controversy in hollywood or in the political scene; its always the conversation between celebrities first and then they realize that they have people that rely on them to connect to real life and honesty to anything of reason. Honesty to God even, its just a small advertisement; to all the folks who speak up in these controversies and then relate back to the public that these behaviors are wrong; by some image on social media or some text on social media or some magazine interview. Which I might add only adds introspection them and their goals and not anyone’s else. All these magazines they sit down for; it costs money to interview them I hope you realize that. Everything is a mechanism; and really in all honesty. Them saying anything to you is to only briefly include you in a matter; that is of their own life and nothing more really. Really, it is not to give anyone hope or inspiration as they often say; but to ensure that the status quo of you thinking you are so well and highly regarded by them stays not a myth but reality.

No one really asks anyone how they feel in hollywood or the government on how they truly feel about the people who support them. But you can tell the ones who do care through their actions.

In how they actually connect with people and support a message that goes beyond their own personal benefit.

They offer nothing; if most; most times and practically it can be said that the conversations of controversy are just between the stars and the film makers and however in the industry and everyone is just along for the ride.

And some people take advantage of this trying to reach their fans in a modest way. Others in a modest way but a deceiving manner.

This says; that really all this conversation of their controversy could probably never include anyone who is not a star or recognizable figure but technically works in that industry. What I am saying is that the normal people who keep their buildings running and working all that; are probably treated bad if the stars theirselves are. And really; the media in emphasis is just pulling the wool over your eyes to make you think everyone in reality is united. But the tv is nothing but a box of fantasies.

I do not see anyone talking about; in any controversy of celebrity that involves the mistreatment of other celebrity any counsel or upcry from the public who very as well could have be mistreated as well. The difference between recognizable figures and normal people; is that people have to care about them when something hap-

pens to them but let anything bad happen to a normal person. Who honestly is just looking to survive. There will never be a glossy account of events, outside of grim and gritty news with facsimiles of real society people and people will always be painted in a light that is demeaning; most of the times. News will always read; this person got injured in crash, and not “their name” got injured in a crash. Because no normal people matter to these folk.

You must learn to not fall for sensation. Because its gone today to make profit off of you,and gone tomorrow to not make profit off of you. And really all newstations make profit off their news stories and no one can stop them from saying they are totally correct in following these acts for profit. When these following acts;they support only celebrity over society, they are biased and they promote a certain view point of unity in which they are not since celebrity over society. And frankly for all the money they make they never truly do anything for the people who watch them but present a warped view of reality that is not true. And if you can think that the reality inside the box matches the world, you are sadly mistaken. Because these people are just taking advantage of bad acts.

And not doing anything really to promote a better world; with all their power. Just wasting money and opportunity to reform society by view. But they rather support corporate interests and people and acts that really do not support them. And really ignore anything that happens. Of real evil and use nice words to cover it up. It creates a source of mutiny and rebellion and agony and pain; that people rather not listen to the news and most of all; rather not pay attention to information because of this-they feel as if their own story cannot be told but with social media people seem to think they can feel as if they can tell their story through stupid or dark acts. It comes to a point; where people are not sophisticated nor willing to learn enough to properly use tech, technology and society in the manner intended.

That said; many of those in the media are college graduates of some sort and you would think that having to pay a large sum of money would make people friendly to treating others in a way that is moral sound and that since they have acquired this public route base knowledge that they are fancy nice and civilized individuals. You would be wrong. Number one example is President of the United States. A piece of shit that really cannot comprehend left from right all the grands from any college he went to must have be doctored. Because the intelligence is just missing. How is college of any use then; when certain biases exist that ensure that people can pass through without having learned anything good enough to make them at least a good speaker or rational thinker? And this is not the only example, oh no; many sports folks are simply taken care of during college. To be nice I would say in a daycare manner, but to be real and frank on how everything seems in sports and the NFL, they are just livestock to play a game and it does not matter if they can or cannot think at all.

The abuses run far and wide and most importantly the kicker; when society is set up to support the wrong misdeeds of evil corporate people-can a normal woman speak up against a sexual predator who may take the form of a teacher, a president, a fellow student, a football jock and all else employer? Who truly knows what happens in any building when people simply are paralyzed by this tv box to believe that the unity and the message within is real and they have no chance of fighting back. The tv is simply a box that clips the wings of humanities and human survival skills so basic and so dulled. That people complain and complain. About war and war, when they could from the mentally stunted tv box looking self; cannot comprehend-there are no real narratives for the ongoing chaos and violence of war. And war, is simply something that never goes away and for some it is like a war to just be, doing what everyone else is doing, because certain people don’t want to succeed and still pander how success is based on the merits of people to succeed while tossing boulders in front of people they do not like.

Saying climb over this boulder to get to your goal and personal.” FUCK THAT!” Nude women in sweets.

Nude women in samurai might wear Mm terrorists.

Astronauts of dark times.

Women of Smukedggen.

Cyberpunk Downfall

In August; I went to discover a new horizon. I told people about it and later I thought that was my mistake but it was not. But I thought of a Safari and forging for new elements and a comic style creation style that worked for me. I went to Austin; there was nothing different. Just more order and rhythm. But all the while the same and such. I tried to continue to expand my ideas there. But there I was hit that my struggle was useless when there existed better things. So I threw off the old idea and put on a new idea but kept the shell of the old idea. I tried to come up with concepts for technogothica, I watched animated videos and music videos quiet sensitive to it. But I realized; that I when I came to sit down and type; MM culture vs, Cyberpunk. This was not the dream I wanted to paint. I remember there were people I cared about but never told them any proper goodbyes; I just upped and vanished. I had something to settle and I would not have it. I worked on a new version of Mind Games and even though the sun shined; I could not find myself to continue this piece when of course for the contest I had butchered it. I figured to do the study at school of the safari for MM culture ideas. But I was better off; just quitting the journey and going that home that day to write of MM culture.

That instead; I decided the best way to end the journey was let myself get attacked so I could prove the many misery happenings and that I did and recovered from the attack that was all a trap for them. Them taking too seriously their role of nonsense. And trying to force something that could never be.

And for that they have payed the ultimate price. I have accomplished my actual goal I set out with Mind Games to accomplish. To tell my story and be able to prove instances with facts and tons of them.

But I realize the strength behind MM culture and Cyberpunk and really the determination to write and draw comics and it has completely come full circle in what I should do. Just as it did the rainy Sunday before the school semester begun. Combine the two elements into one world and one tale.

That begin to assume the different structures of the world as an illusion and a fantasy but elsewhere real and realistic. Today; that old shell is completely dead and the tale of today is completely here. Which I will tell through ( X of Internet). This is the future that I have contributed and while I wanted to provide more context-that rainy day and that night I decided that not one thing was needed for me to start my journey and so I took off.

On this note; it was a decision to not do a different line of stories for Cyberpunk whilst trying to down play the need for the stories of MM culture, but in the ending both will be done in this time.

I have already unveiled the art plans for MM culture, but for this one; it will only come to you as a bit of a surprise. Will reveal the treasure that is ( X of Internet) over time.

Regrettably; this was the last true project I made where I had no such hope in people of this place to change and they only proved me right by ruining all my grand designs, I just wanted to be friendly, now I will be honest and record what I saw after the project of Cyberpunk Downfall.

MK MZODERN 1866. 3 parts. Featuring Jamie Hinte,Ash Cash, Vegas Dory, Maxima Broxxyk, Diego Mapmax, Molly Smith and Hannah Dean.

The Yellow Sunshines.

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A cloudy day; I sit alone on a bench. And then again; I do not. The people stare and stare and I alone only care of the darkness growing here.

2.

The art class if to be nice is fake and the art of design class is even ever faker.

3.

The astounding fake weekend plagued by fake art.

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A dawning conception of MM Culture is lost in last week’s meets.

Terror as they attack; they really are stupid and psychopathic.

I continue on. They pursue their attack, the investigation wait out begins.

That 5th month, two months and some and then five over, the investigation wait out ends.

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I only stayed inside at the front. That rainy day; that girl is evil.

I dreamed of a fantasy. They came to encroach on my fantasy.

She is just in line with their evil and so is she. I mean, catch a break can I. The swarm of october. The swarm of november. The swarm of december, they attack but so fail.

I might have continued my art all this time; but no one noticed.

I can not continue like this.

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I just stayed right there all the time; like I was observing.

2.

The paramount of being watched is nerving when the same people can give you the urging to fight and try to kill you.

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I said I could not do it. She could do it; but should I take her hand?

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I went to fight. And I started to succeed.

5.

The true loss is not being powerful enough to resist their might and an outgoing back pain.

I kind of did promise some interest but then after that day; I gave you none and allowed you to be tortured by them and their phantom lives. I saw you in pain, pain, pain but I could not help you in anything.

I saw that you were raw and young and that you were in thrilling of love too, but then I knew I had many of these regrets to be with you and you too; I do not know how to get to you.

Say you wanna play. Said I want to play. I wanted to go on a date with you one day; sad to say. This history was of yesterday. Cause I am always crying I can’t speak to you anyway. We will see, we will see.

I saw you friends, as the middle of the heart; but everything solely fell down and crashed and fell apart. At least; some did survive in the heart. I did not feel all that bad; its just natural but then I fell into the truth. I was all alone, no matter how many of the friends I made; I could never relate my story. Of why I investigated for that girl.

I guess; it means to say- I did appreciate her highly in a civil way. She gave me the dream when the original failed. But I sold that I did not want to bother her with these issues at any way, don’t fall for me, literally. The geography class, I found that an art of hand was at stake. That something interesting was there. I did not care. If some enemy was there. I just want to say; how literally I could never think of the first and even further of her and all those girls else. I just had to solve the case.

One day, I collapsed; emotional exhausted and only then did they have the courage to prey on me. But however I came and fought them back. The rest is the trouble of them; trying to ounce everything to insult and to attack and to perceive a future and a goal that does not exist.

I did not fall for their trap and only tricked them even furthermore playing along their game.

And then I went so deep;I continued in a new way to further the fight.

Yellow Sunshine.

I found no reason to lie. It was the winter that installed me a purpose to find some story. In the first time in a while, I thought of you. And then I realized an entire world with you...but I did not love you really here. I only loved you as a trophy but not as a real individual just as a prop. However you were so enjoyed with the life of

here. The house was a sort of sports house for skateboarding and extreme sports. The nature of pizzas, chicken and trail mix along with an assortment of chips, cookies and snacks.There were children and we were older. This was a favorite occasion. I thought of you and then of this dream, but I realized; it could not be this world and rather was just another off the bat that someone had stolen to torture me. Had warped to their own ill intentions.

I could never truly bother for it; but I went to investigate this happening and found that the Yellow Sunshine would turn orange and then purple and blue and gray and then fill with pines and bats fluttering into a cold neo dark. And I chased away into the dark into a winter after a green and colorful season of fights and recovery. I did not dream about you and I knew; I did enjoy being friends with you and did worry about you some times. That someone would dare use a dream in this manner. And probably that you could be in danger. But for a friend; I had to check this out for you-the idea of letting people get hurt or worse is hideous to me.

But the guise of any fellow giving these images and then manipulating them is a bad fellow.

Who and they need to pay for making the yellow sunshine green.

When I wrote of Mind Games, I wrote of the past and basically my involvement with them but I excluded important details but I will not say why at all nor do I have to bring them at the forefront. The slasher in the story highlights a system and group of women and men in the administration of a particular learning venture who have no respect for human life and want to build a godless world. While intervening in the romantic life of the main character and many others is the least of their crimes it is the most vital of their crimes and the reason I write of this on Valentines Day. The day they calculate how much energy of dark they can bring to the world by breaking people apart is most showing of their nasty animalistic nature. The people pay to go there as students but yet are not even treated as humans but fruit to derive ingredients from.

In the gravity of learning of this main situation; the main character learns to fight back no matter the cost even if it is his education there- good riddance, he is later to discover it would not be much of an education later and is better off not depending on the quality of darkness to save the merits of education. Or rather more said, he would have died in which matter he actually truly stayed there as someone would likely been to kill him. Or rather much more to say that inside the inner workings and inner culture of the place is everything unfriendly and everything which a modern education place should not stand for. A system of slavery so well hidden, an abusive system where psychopaths reign and treatment of women as mere items. And some women proud of their existence in such a system that they regard theirselves an elite and do the most horrid of things available in the sake of violence and bias and most sexual endeavors to bash people as their toys and evitable to their will.

Which avoids any rights they had as students and as people at all to choose to not be bothered with a warscene in front of their eyes. People die and no one cares, simply because these people-these animals love to kill people in front of people who live in an entirely different frame of mind. It is sick. It is twisted and it exposes people to a nature of which they cannot see but have non the less experienced. This sick notion. Of secret killing and disturbing nature of another world needs to end.

And so similarly did I ward off my aggressors and found there were many enemies and no allies. They were all women and only did the nasty organization seem to grow reach outward into regions where “no one gave a damn� in the frame of such four footed bitches.

I fought through it all and their lust to dissuade me. One so callous choose to follow me into summer and I shook the bitch astray eventually at the turn of the Bunker Comics but the world was terrorized by them even then and I realized that this had to be ended. Society would not last a long time in their terrible conditions.

One day I pondered the ideas of the academy that should have been there. And the ideals of my nature were so turmoiled and hated by that place, did they even know of nature? No, these people were animals of the dark city undergrowth and lived in illusion they lived in a real city and one not surrounded by communities and places that do not care about them and their sub culture of darkness and wicked sex trade and bias against minorities.

The elitist attitude of the animals is the least of one’s worry here.

Republic of Communde full circle.

I wrote of Republic of Communde but this story is much a prelude of to X of internet and so is a special story released today...! I however will write this story only in terms of myself and no one else to prompt no one to steal my stories. And let this go full circle. +Sex is something that you might find pleasant. But I find it; the end of all things that are good just from the perspective of getting things done. But I sometimes do feel the need. I sometimes do dream. But the problems that I have; will not end in just this act. In fact; its unproductive to spend time doing this when there are other things to do that are not so risky. But I did avoid many opportunities of sex. Not a damn thing wrong with that.

But fighting samurai, these women else; who do not even like you is hard and horrendous especially when winter cold and cunning to the breezy death they provide. “But, but, but,but, but� is all you are left to say, when you fail to defeat them anyway and its on you for not doing so as these same girls you see. May in fact; not like you if these samurai can influence them with all these lies. So you just have to guard them by not dating them unless you can defend them. But this may take some time. +The Ire of Winter is most pleasant, but the September of those days were spent in malls, libraries and friendly places recruiting and searching for friends.But battles of physical endeavors did ensure, to study the proper craft while in constant battle is a hard and tedious thing to do. But seeing all these warm faces; can inspire you. But maybe this is all a second dream and when introduced to a third, fourth and then fifth dream, how can you even choose? But to continue on to the ending is something you must believe in. Seeing these terrors; they must end or they will consume you but you have courage to the end. + Have a friend who bangs hard; has no benefits. None. None. But continue on the fight if not all alone with your promises to people are the only thing keeping you alive. Try to be the author you are- you might survive where the rest might not. Get grounded and do not lose faith. Even if you are knocked out for a while a battle; always get up. + Friends are basically nice enough to show you another side of reality. Seeing the culture here. Sunnier and then darker underneath; you realize-why this and who cares for the people when these people else are positioned to take advantage of them. If no one else. Me, I have to fight the giant while the others are down and then I win and go on without the guys. I am a samurai all my own.

Black Pepper.

(1)A dark entry into the tale is how things were all going to plan. Yes, use the rest of the time of the year as a learning opportunity. But the relentless people to beg you as a square even to be put in a circle, they are terrible folk at best. It was a new strange scene of being back in that place once again; but people seemed ever so likely to try to outcast when originally the school was a friendly place. So friendly; that people never really cared about

each other.

(2)But after whatever occurred the school of the past was replaced with a dark image. Of someone’s view point of reality it seemed and the school was not normal. And really to be frank; would it kill people to be nice?

(3)The art just was not working out as it did as it did in the past, something had tainted the mood and something dark was going on beyond the scenes causing it. I really did not want to find out but for the sake of being of the humanities. This would have to be found out. So I went to settle the problem and used another project; Mind Games in the mean time.

(4)That Friday I was tried again and continue to find some type of strength but I failed. And record the ideas as exactly as they were then because; why should I be at a rush or at odds with anyone?When I could just take it easy and not having to work towards writing on the goal without fighting anyone. I resolved that; that I should not have to fight anyone and some people obviously think that is an invitation to attack folk because they are indeed guilty of their evil and their crimes. These type of animals would mess up a Black Pepper occasion if they could: but truly can anyone mess up an occasion? No they cannot; and that is why I am here to further expand on this time period.

Art circle of hell

Gain to chain people up and torture them by saying that teaching them a basic material; “1+1=2”, is learning and that it is something new. That this cutting of paper is supposed to teach something and beg the world not; how brutally I am criticized. Over this black and white. How everything is forced to be picked apart.

The people did not know it; but they were bitches, wild animals released by the chains of their self conscious by this enabler, this doer. This woman. This trick magician who just attacked anyone who had any skill besides this animal that came up when their ego was freed; she coxing them into believing that just then and there they had entered this society of artists having purchased all these materials.

I was interested in two girls in that class; I swear that was the only eye candy to keep me awake if I must say. But really I could never decide. Life is just not that simple when people are out for your eyes and your imagination, trying to force you into bad and terrible situations amongst other things.

The people in that class were old and else, annoying. Man, would it kill that pseudo lesbian -that man to shut up about his daily life and opportunities?

Goth bae bent over, to pick something up she dropped; I felt like a bitch for not going to pick it up for her. Well the aussie girl later I spoke to; was okay I guess. I ate a entire bar of granola while speaking because being constantly berated by everyone in that class is trying. Later aussie girl would cuddle this guy and then look at me; with this innocent look. What?

The day I made that forgery and presented it: no one liked me and honesty to buddha, I had not an ally in that class, the teacher was at me with some bullshit and always trying to speak down to me if not constantly. Fuck you people and your likens of forgery. I soon met some girl randomly in the library. Thought I could make a fast friend; I was wrong. Don’t get me wrong; I am supposed to yell and fucking curse at you when I make a forgery I don’t like and the woman comes and says, “ good pic” and then like so casually and like whateversry; refuses,” I refuse to talk to him”. Just because she feels something deep inside she is uncomfortable with. But whatever mate; I have women I have not said anything to... I am constantly depressed that all these women think I am in some type of romantic tryst with them. When they honestly do not even make the commitment to even speak to me as

human but a character prop.

Some online friend, says that she rather not see me over the holidays online. And I am like, who am I too waste all this time on; trying to confirm if you actually mean me harm. You accept my friend. I see you at school everyday. You try not to see me, and you aren’t that eager to talk on web and really its like pulling teeth talking to you. Fucking sheep. Must be caught up in a strange bizarre world of rumor. I see you come in too, sometimes and then I see you with your friends, nice knowing that I am not invited to get to know you even furthermore.

Because if I did know; I would be near a toxic girl; who does nothing but cherry pick our conversations to spread rumors amongst her friends, that are unfounded. The poor child must think that giving praise for being friendly in one strange occasion means that I like her.

That art class; a pure example of trash. The art teacher gives me bad grades in both of her classes. I can’t go back to that school, strangely she has blocked my path, I wonder why? That bitch from kindergarten seems to think he can just come in and and insult to injury! “bad grades” The fuck you know about me, when we really have never talked as adults nor much as older children? Strange instances man, how people who you don’t know can just know your grades. Who told them? Someone spill my information? Why? I try to remember why I did all of this.

Eventually I file a report to change these grades, teacher changes her attitude, however it is too late.

I made the reach to turn in my files to that school. The school has changed. A more gated feel. I feel as if; in those moments there is some type of better future, there is not if any.Try to avoid the obvious, but its there and right in my fucking face. I leave this place-and I try not to think on the lines of romance...! I listened to Linkin Park, not knowing this would probably be the last time the band could properly assemble with all of its members.

Last project and man; on my presentation no one really seemed to make the effort to see me up in my presentation properly. Goth girl avoids my gaze, all just look at me puzzling. I hope that the red head does not cut me off.

But they completely gut anything I am saying. Confused they are. “Expand” I say and realize how low my ambition has been drugged through by the dregs of society because I refuse to fight them? No because they were not civil people, simple as that.

There was one nice folk in that class if not two were present, but that dude dropped out; the class was too much bullshit all at once.

The party was okay-but I stuffed up on the pastries Goth girl brought and left! I got fat that eve.

I concluded it all with some Demon Academy and then the Erishako Erkishao Magazine. Tons of stories are in that thing; that leads us to somewhere new....

“X”

I feel myself thinking of you and then I am fucking. And then I am fucking you.

Oh, how I touch you and how I just want to sigh, how I am thinking about you. And then “x”.

Its all just a treasure in a dream.

Popcorn and butter. Sour cream and chicken scenery.

A little getaway house of skate punk- paranolau-paranormal.

I feel myself thinking of you, x and then I am touching you.

Can’t find the keys to not dream of you.

X and then I am having sex with you, of all the things I am dreaming of having sex with you.

And wide wise eyes. Green and sparkly and I have had the heart reach into my back and pull flowers, “ do I love you” “ I do” But when “X” all I can do is fuck you.

All I can do is fuck you.

X is so heavenly true.

I want you.

“X” a breeze below on these towers on high!

I wish the surface and the sky goodbye!!!!!

Causing I am falling off with the flowers the heart makes the back pick, when I am fucking someone else in reality...X!!!

X!!!!!

When I am not awake, I am having sex with you. Oh, x!

Sex....ba-bu-ba-bum-bum-ba-ba-bu-bum, with you always in my dreams.

Yellow vs orange.

This year like last.

1866vsasward.

Scared to post accomplishments.

At one time; I could post my accomplishments on here. And I would be proud and should not be using a round about way to record things all the time. At times; I would not be able to post anything on here because I was afraid people would intervene. In the period of 2015; I just dropped off this site and did not write and actually it

really helped conveniently write and draw better than just pandering to mantra of being and it became a mantra of doing. And rather; in the summer- I went through many bad experiences; that already tell me about people and their main focus...!

I really do not think; I can post anymore for pleasure. I rather not be bitten by faggots every time I progress or make an new invention. You will find tunnelrealms to be a place without this trouble; these fleas or for better words; hidden fuckers. I did not want to believe but 2016 and 2017 proved otherwise. How you can just not let your information out in the open. People; whether you believe or not-in this age no one respects your identity.

And all the while. They will do anything to steal from you, take from you without paying. Modify characters to the certain parameters you have and take concepts you have and use them to stay alive! Is unacceptable. (launching 4 at the bottom) I find that if you look through a certain company making a deal with an arms dealer; that the ideas of the adventurers follow the scheme of launching 4; except with a different scheme. I just find it strange. But that is but one example of how harassed I am. In the upcoming stories of this Scared to Post Accomplishments; Chapter One of Library Brush; I will review such different stories upon the theme of should I post or should or not or should I just tell it as it is. I will.

Spineworld as Cyberpunk Chronicle.

Mk modern asward.

Real Nature to Woodstock.

Endgame of mtc

Asward in Pines.

REAL NATURE TRANSITION FROM PINE TO WOODSTOCK.:) I write here about certain instances of cruelty and really of a time in the pines, swinging from tree to tree and

pondering every new possibility but finding that I had to use guns and force strongly to get in my opinion.

ENDGAME OF MY TEENAGE CONFECTION. The tragic end of my teenage confection. No one cared at all; so I pulled the plug and I ran.

I went to the drug. Of rage and pulled out its heart and that became Modern with a Passion of dreams, a mzodern!

I want to say that there was another if not two entries but the information I rather not say for now.

But next I write on the living dream; that is the rest of the time there.

This thus concludes the entry guns for currency. But it was not written here. Whether somewhere of greater use.

I found the area being turned up for profit by these dark animals and their evil acts and enacted a second version of the previous ideal. However this one was fueled by the anger and ambition to succeed in a far worse city. One with better standards but not much akin to say anything at all for no one wants to be bothered with the parasitic pests that these elitist animals are. Seriously with any luck. You will avoid the thought of anything but the need for survival in you journey to trap them all and one day you do. And you collect information and finds that it pains you their true identities but it matches to real life happenings and you discover that it is time to stop living in dreams and accept that what they are doing is wrong and everything at that school might as well be trash. All the merits might as well be decided beforehand and so crooked and corrupt that no has the chance of day doing it right- when the place is not right at all and even everything inside is dark and evil and corruption falling throughout and killers, rapists and all sorts of kin of devilsend running throughout that place as if some grand endeavor against god.

I protected the area yes. But it strikes you how not human these people are when all they do is think they can stab things into happening. It is like they think killing brings a future of peace and happiness. When it does not at all. I had no idea of their evils in true nature to the certain detail beforehand this and became more accustomed to how stupid they were. Thinking they could hide behind people for their attacks and then childishly going after people who could report something that spells their very doom. And while they fear their demise because all they do is profit off a dark system and just lay back and relax while people take care of them. Some people come with ambition to fix their own stuff and their own lives and live in their own manner of living that is normally sane and not evil.

Struggle with their nastiness of their minds I did until I arose finally having completed all I set out to do and more.And finally that is the end of this score. But there are so many dark things and light things in between and this is what Winteribes is about. But mostly; they never had a chance of winning because they can never do on their own and never do anything on their own but baulk to the evil of one mistress. A Satan. Of all hellsend that was in this endeavor. This the story of the fight against this Satan and her very nasty minions.And now how much was recorded, how much of their evil and how much of their depravity will be known in the format of the story recorded in a shutterburst like manner.

Jennifer in the stormy snow.

In the small time I have been absent; I have been creating artwork for the first group of collections.

Not up to Women of Smukedde. but up to the first two collections are full set and well its going to be fun when you see what is going to happen up next. I am going to take some 35 posts to explain to you a story of pain. That was poison in my poor good mellow and sweet owl tea turned sour. I am going to use the paintbrush of Owls to explain what is going to happen in the course of the 35 posts and that is the next paint of Library Paintbrush.

Jenni chases owl and she thus becomes an owl in the snow. and thus below she is a woman owl in a gothica armor fighting the steel dagger of untrained mind that threatens the very gawl of mankind.

In sun or shine, from branch from pine to meadow to creek to birddrawn bat seek and saught deep she is resting kindly in her dark sleep.

To the owl deep she chases the owl till she rests kindly in their nither, their house and crainny and falls asleep quiet banally.

To awaken in sheeps home that is crawling of the apple cider the owl light to lit the flame to these horrid slave cities and set the owls free. Ahem.

I must say that I will not be here as much I want to; but I will try to put in as much effort as I can.

Sometimes you just got to take time for yourself. And moreso outside of the sort of things I am planning for the blog and else- I think it is more proper to rid of the terrible atmosphere within here that says rush and not ponder nor constructively create. To actually learn of things and experience them its good for all.

I must say that much has changed in 4 years, but now that era is over and frankly things will not go back to the terrible situations of then. Things can be excelled and repelled. And the story of 2015, 2013, 2014 and 2016 and 2017 will become something that is grand story for mzodern and things to come and will be an end of the story that is covered in Asward.

More so; I bring back My Teenage Confection to do what it is I should have done originally which was stand up for what was right and not take it all easy and make a progressive more such stance to figuring out a true comic method for me. But people can be allowed to be able to make such pursuits to not do anything at all; especially when at a new area of their life and faced with an awesome and challenging situation that can be enough to drive people insane. In this chapter, we come to a conclusion of the old all and begin anew here.

Wintertribes. Novaclaire.

a.

Journey to and from.

Mostly this is a journey about to and from.

There was an orientation that brings us to the point of but not the from of.

I find myself on a journey every day and each day is mostly to myself.

Whenever someone gets too close, I do not go by them because they would be in danger and we would be stabbed together. Besides I have many journeys just to end up the causer of two deaths.

I travel each day to learn and also gain new information in self study for my own practice.

However, I know things are strange here and adnormal and things can not be contained anymore by this not receiving it at all.

The library was the most fun of all and the lane of the left from the north perspective was most urban like and as if from somewhere else, but alas, some one tries to attack you from thinking like that. I wonder why.

Tried to talk to girl from orientation but really did not get to talk at all. Strange sum of people tried to intervene.

No one notices anything accept things that offend them and their dream sum of reality but kudos, here is not all of reality and this place is not the deciding outcome of life. Some would like to believe that but are greatly mistakened.

I come to the point of saying things that make sense. But no one realizes it they are caught in the dream and in sum I play around.

I adlib of the certain friends and certain sad girl in that institution, the story of the late night intrigue is surely cool. I find the linking in friends to be awesome. However, much to be said I cannot cross certain lines here.

In sum of arts and knowledge. I have finally found what it is courage. I finally talk to a girl and there I realize that of the tirade of this place. Since I did it-no one can control the outlook of its instance in such a manner of an action because I did it. b. Secondarily. I find myself in that class of English, just begin there in the crows and then I find a jewel staring back at me. “What should I do, no, I cannot do this again-this falling in love stuff.?�

I must just not ignore my feelings but the class is surely empty of meaning.

Completing this assignment and going to print it in amidst of a movie watched with friends is truly something to wake me up to reality. What is the purpose of this? For a simple grade, should I put more effort in? No- I should only put in more sleep.

That girl who toys with my sexuality in sort is someone I want to see on a daily basis and one day we spend time in that lounge room together studying and she encourages me and I for one am so happy. However I feel the cowering of shapes and voices. This is something to be despised. But the connection I feel is so natural and she came to me. I feel my chest burn...but is it right to like so many girls at all in such a situation. Well at least its only three. That day I am highly inspired. And she is on my mind though I often do not see her making me reconsider if I should look in the eye of the girl of the jewel. I do look up. And ponder something great.

Wintertribes Aswares

s. The slip of the geography is a startle.

I fell such at first for such a girl.

Pushed away in one day and then I found myself in the torrents.

Then in the unknown I saw this girl. Who fulfilled my hearts’ dream.

But chasing them after them was a dream.

Add the hearts influence of luck to know others and even more fun.

But its not enough,but maybe all you need is the grammar of arts.

I found that there were those who were so kindly there to see me and respect me just because I was there, but the guiding light of being nice and being humane is only easy if time permits but in truth giving them what is owed is the best route of all. If you love them.

Found my neck screaming, I love you all. They try to put me in the crazy cast yet I see these bastards crazy as bats laughing at me. Laughing at me. As if I am some outcast, but I do not like the snipers to get their way...!

I woke up in the stretch of the amazing tide of sleep and I thought and I thought of how to escape.

I went through sleep and then I went through a meadow. Found in the meadow there were so many like the past of what I had seen but a variant life at all. I saw her one day therein and it was just like yesterday.

Then I saw all of life in her and I loved her and truly had for the sake of help avoided her.

Till I could not take it up any longer but by then my back broke in pain of a pin like needle to the mind.

I fell into the devotion of the actions of goodness gracious. I tried to dream and envision her coming back but she was gone, gone and I was lost and lost. But then I became even more so lost. In a battle of a war descended from a particular injury. I fell deeper into the meadows with a dark impassion.

Till I found that I was the monster of the envisionments of the people who did wrong!

Particularly it did not end well for the sum of terrorists plotting to destroy the home and purport that this place was just some lesser avenue of estates to the city of crumbling affairs where the rich overlap the poor and mock them with such degrees so famed to crust. From all the blood that is on them.

I laugh not for them but at them as this Aswares is the ending of mood and meet!

Mood and meet. end.

MM PARTY.

Playdo House.

You reflect as sitting with these fellows how you will never find your group. that you are just here to hang out on the cusp of a friday weekend in cusp of the first week of november and cannot believe how nothing here is sacred nor true. And how the original promises of what you thought could be were just fantasies and reality in a struggle-an evil push has revealed the truth of this place. You can act as if this place was normal, but it is not. It is not

normal for this to be. At all. For such promises to fall short means a scam and you decide to fight back and it is at such time you do begin to fight back.

Others are willing to do so and it as this time; you perhaps may be the only ones fighting back and really; its quiet annoying when people try to camp around and extinguish your flames. But the flames become brighter when you realize these games are something that they are afraid of and that they are similar afraid of someone overpowering their reality of hate and you need only the power of motivation of elsewhere to defeat them. A story. Is all of which you need.

You leave that night alone, of course you do and well you wish to a solution to your problems, but you would have no problem if these folks did not exist. Brush this silly shitty reality off and dream for what you truly want your life to be and such the magic begins. The enchantment of that place. To defeat this place is of the space and of the future and if not well beyond into different worlds and places. They begin to wonder and fall short of their evil work.

Lie in no bed as it is not safe here, no pleasure things are real. That woman you sit with a fellow the next morning is not real at all and really; why waste time hanging out with those three and then those four when they never really help you at all nor realize their situation. Should you be made to put up with them,

Girls in the Bedroom

One day; this guy invites girls into the room. They are not only pretty and there is perhaps only one there but who can care, its all friendly as the week before. Wrong! It is not at all the girls are all the center of him and you are just an non attractive side piece thank god, but when you try to get your rest. Some dare says that this girl is going to fuck you? The pretty one in the group. You try to muse some fake emotion so they will not bother you nor the girls and keep it safe but really; its plenty trashy when you cannot rest on your bed and no one will bother you.

Soon enough girls in the room are messed up and really; its tough not to fall in the trap of this being friendly to this one girl who drops by or the girl who drops by in the fourth and fifth week. And then really you should not be surprised to catch yourself; in shock as they say - do not go in as you proceed to collect materials for your test and they-he and this prettier girl are doing the deed and they laugh at you. They are cruel. And you begin to wonder if you should be cautious of bringing any girls to the room or he might make away with them. Such becomes apparent the 8 and 9th week when the bastard fucks the girl with the pretty eyes and demeanor like tea.

Now, can you horribly continue to be friendly, of course you can when everything else is fake. When everything else is fake, you should never invite anyone in and maybe for your own good that they are not invited in. Maybe all for the best, you think not as if he gets his hands on anyone truly precious; you will scream. But you have so much anger to manage already; you will keep this at the birdneck and not let it get to you but certainly it already has.

Do you desire to be the walker in on the threesome? Do you? Do you deserve to be here and absolutely disrespected. No; you do not deserve to be here and absolutely disrespected and under all this pressure any response to take care of those of which whom you love is nothing to be ashamed of later but to be proud that you were able to stay true to yourself and not give into a culture that horribly objectifies women in a manner in which you are not seeking but are simply playing along with to not be horribly abused and singled out.

Well now play along no more. Say nothing no more about these crisis. Until the day of reveal comes and the day of revealing anger comes here. It is time for all to stop playing this hideous game. You have no reason to worry.

None, because you go back and realize that everyone is all gone. You can never go back and for everything the right decision was made because if you would have even listened to their sex filled culture of abuse; they would have gutted you for all your ambition, character and worth and that is a large no. No. I can live not however with people continuing to use people and their romantics as a source of evil energy. Goddamit!

Orramedi Times.

The times of warmth and the celebration is uncanny. I say that I did not do this out of pleasure but out of thirst.

The time of the battle where we felt the ambition and connected together, lips locked. It was truly shocking at least for me. How I was invited so gracefully; her beauty interesting and something of the freckled kind. Her skin a special near tan and tinted brown color, with freckles. How we engaged here we just got naked and revealed our bodies in this tavern’s hotel room. There was tv. There were a lot of things. The food we brought back from the victory feast. She stripped off her shirt, revealing blossoming boobs that very pointed at their very peaks.

I kissed them and you squealed. You unbuckled my pants and were astounded and I was surprised too.Fit your lips around and I nearly screamed as it had never felt this good before. The world was unraveling around me.

Then I was completely naked and so were you.

I try to not get naked it but it is perfect-ya orramedi times, but I speaking in rhymes and if you have the heart the mind to see that we will be slipping inside each other for a while and I know its true that I do not like you that often or that well. But then I see you and say oh well.

I’ve dropped my hands around your waist as you remove the panties and the clothes of bra.

And then I like to think.

And then I like to think.

Bra. fest of the orramedi times.

Orramedi times.

You scream as if a moan has gone week when I top tip you off your feet and then we land on the bed and I touch you so rapidly as if going ever faster and even ever faster and then so much faster and then faster and then my arm gives out, you reach up and kiss me. And then we fall out. I clutch your beasts bending up and then kiss both of them and then I feel strange as the hair rose on the back of my naked neck and then you look at me with these eyes and then I swear I could enter them as soon as I enter you. And then I feel so cold and so frustrated and then so warm and so vibrant.

I did not know what to do; but you nodded your head and your eyes rolled back as I felt wet warmth around the me that entered. And then I knew just exactly what to do. I rocketed forth and back and then you opened your legs. I grabbed them, embracing them and further embracing you and then we went inside each other it seemed as I gazed at you and your body laying there and the moans we made were uneven and I never felt so heart pounding in my life. I went faster and then you took faster and then I let go of your legs.

You nodded for me to let go and then you changed position and I saw that you were very beautiful. And then I kissed your right cheek and then I licked across it . You giggled and laughed and then- I almost passed out when you rocked your rear back and forth. I regained conscious and I approached you and the difference and the feeling it was. So soft and so heavy and so well I felt you; but surely you felt highly of me. As when I thrust so did I feel the wet come across me and drip around and then I felt it come like a flood. And I could not resist anymore

and you were moaning and I realized I was moaning but I was more importantly looking at you. I smiled and I realized, the words that you were saying, “ fuck me�. So strange were the words that I knew; then from how you usually said things-that I was the one. Just for that moment for you and thrust forward in a zeal of life and destiny and I never before and never again felt anything so soft and warm and so well rocketing back against me.

We moaned for a long while and then the sex seemed to culminate towards its end but we would not let go. I all of above with faster and you moaned ever the faster and faster and I yelled and I moaned and I screamed as your wet seemed to explode against me as I went into you. You yelled in shock and sighed and I in one last moan clutched your backside and you put your hands on my hands and we combined for an instant and seemed to let go of our thirst at the same time. I smile as you collapsed.

I fell next to you. And you looked straight at me. I smiled brightly at you and so you smiled brightly back. And then we fell asleep but in the morning; I was left all alone.

It was only a one night stand leading to other night stands.

Barnes and Books.

I write on that fall was of yellow and frankly all of the social activity had ceased. This false togetherness gone, people had separated into groups and stopped meeting people but I did not stop meeting people at all. I continued meeting people though I spent many nights in pain and all alone. Something was hurting me. But really it was the reality that I knew I was right; I had no real friends- all the friends I made were only peggy acquaintances who could not know the real me. Real me sat in room and watched late night shows from previous nights because I could not reach the remote for the tv and frankly was too lazy. To broadcast to everyone I was watching tv. Go after 9 or even at 6; the place was usually empty-the fun was gone. Only some times after 12 these days or after 10 or just briefly at eight would someone be there. But I have to tell you. At this time I am completely dead and suffering from intense depression but say nothing and live in recluse because of the pain. It mirrors something. The suffering of others who are completely alone yet they are not forgotten but abused and tortured and no one understands them self not even when they are not alone.

And I was alone, I was tortured, tried and angry I even came back with some notion that this was a place for learning. It was not; these people had set out a target for me really and tried to can me into a knitted can of distrubia disaster. I tired to fight back but it was like drawing; a safe place to learn and grow- I laugh at the very notion- I was targeted because I tried to learn and grow and they dare label me the terrorist. I tell you people who come at you every time to fuck you over by trying to suggest sexual partners are not your allies nor anyone’s.

One night; this is how alone we became. I walked around at like a time of 4 o clock; there was no one there but it was vibrant in color of the insipid nature of the day and night; they did not rest and wait patiently. But what they did not expect; was another person too be up at that time too , and they were waiting too as well and I say this.

We came to gaze at each other with such want. The gazes were lonely gazes and simply. Just for a moment I let go.

Of my act and I became me. Only 4 times else this has happened besides this time. She was innocent and had no act and just looked at me. We looked at each other and decided if to say anything and then they were caught off guard by genuine want and desire and try to say then that we did indeed belong together as if to float a quota our way. I thought of self control but honestly; I drooled. Hearing people go on and on about matches and matches just makes you want to take every opportunity to get them off your back especially when it was genuine like this.

But then we hesitated. Each at this understanding that if we were to jump together, we would possibly die together, meaning we would be chased and haunted by this establishment till we dropped out or worse, and pardon me; no one know how to fight these people.

Except probably me in the entire building. Others eventually just went on with what they said in fear and frankly

became puppets of the system. But we decided; I believe not to engage right then and there.

But so godly; she did want. Eyes looking with aim and an innocent inner smile. She looked so golden and yet so forlorn as if off the battlefield of loneliness. Her jacket white and her hair blonde and her figure was small in stature yet a bit curvy. I wore a furry black jacket and frankly I did not sleep in these times so I had bags under my eyes, I thought I did not look good enough to approach actually and did not know how to go forward, without losing utter control of my self and telling the whole fucking story of what I faced there and causing a lot of trouble. I wanted to get this thristy want away from me. That even though I had freedom; I still had no one to rely on.

And I do not think that if we actually spoke we would be speaking for that long. The haunty; emotions inside me welled and I begun to think and then I realized I could not jeopardize my nor her safety nor my purpose here just for this one hungry moment of loneliness and longing. She looked on in wonder as I left. I could not get her out of my mind, I felt guilt because 4 people had already made me feel like me and I wondered exactly what I should do? Conform to societies’ norms of one mate or just pursue them all?

I tell you that I did pursue them all in the best of my ability and that says a lot. Of how much I did long. But what strikes me as sad is how ever wonderful that girl looked to me; I probably never could reach her with the attention and care she needed. We saw each other in the dinning hall but none were reminded of the reality before; we were set free. And I was depressed when I noticed we were the only ones free and everyone else was trapped in the lower levels of the predicament possibly never to see the angle we saw. But that day another hand grasped me and I was stronger than before. I became convinced I could win the fight and resolve it all.

Black mass party Spider girl.

She wears a blind fold and armor and fights them with glee perhaps for a special fellow. She beats them in every dungeon each day and every day she is triumphant. Writing on her every day discovery.

She has great comfort in his friend Delina Morty and really together she and her become the Spirder Girl of Black Mass and the White Silencer of Doom. However, her lover into be has betrayed her and set his magical eye on someone else called Orange Angel Mina Days. George Ken Macer, is completely obviously when she saves him from being attacked in his room. However she has taken a great injury.

The nasty witches, Stringer Red Mary, Stringer Greed Mary, Stringer Black Mary, Stringer Whiter Diary, Stringer Pink Berry and Lapilis Blink Berry attack her in her dorm room and the battle reveals the slavery of the institution to the whole campus and highlights a serious issue in the world.

Ken Macer sacrifices himself to save her from the Red Rampart of Doom, killing her and possibly him in the demise. What will she do now?

Nightmares of falling.

I see you and then I don’t and then I don’t even know how much debt I can handle, I can handle and its like I cannot move and I cannot speak and all my body does is be so weak and I am the only one to find myself a friend in all this talk about the weather and I love all of you but I really do not know how to and will probably never know how to until I get to know ya. But you can’t really know anything at all; so afraid someone is going to

take your life away.

And I found myself in the lamp of doom, crying how I would never reach you as if I had messed up the only times but I never did they keep telling me so. But I ignore them but I want to know you all. But one after the other I fail and I can never figure out who you are at all and I am tried of this game and I had the last nightmare for the last fucking time of this life. To say no more and never again.

I will be the one to end this game and if you ever bargain to be some boon who likes to bargain with a devil for edges and education. I would just drop you. Cause I have bleed. Innumerably for this and this is the end.

If you never respond and never quit. And if you never have a fit. If you work out a deal with the devil like sudoku I’m done and I had it all up to here that friendship was a grant and that the debt of education is all that ties us together and I never have it where anyone contacts me at all. I am the one to take responsibility for it all? NO, never am I the one to take the fall. Because you were so aligned to be with them in their slavery and all. That I am the only one to take the fall because I only take responsibility for what I have seen and what I have done is not kill anyone and thought I got away.

Cause we came to school to become grossed out and turned to gangsters eh?

I wait for no nightmares to cry inside. I sit on the bed naked and red and I find that I have type of friends to understand that we are caged bitches. To be served shit and eat it up like its golden and I had enough of living in the golden fake arches of this little hood and you need to stop treating it as if the slavery of the orange and yellow meadows are good when they never are.

I have tried to escape nothing at all but escape from fighting friends, lovers and all but the stench of evil just seeps on forward to try and take the life of me away and the life of the area to replace it with a feel that does not belong and trying so strong to uproot the feelings of home. My feelings of home are not a crime and never is anyone’s least they try to kill everyone’s home and I really hidden terrorist they need to bite the accosted films of arts. I had enough nightmares in this place and I am done hiding my face.

Try one day in a grocery store, protecting women she is just a dumb whore. What a jerk and asshole he is from stopping people from trashing my unoriginal but original unoriginality being something I was never meant to be and I am done falling in love. I am done falling in love. Cause the world is so bitter and twisted you can never get none when everyone is filled up with this nonsense of bloody and hateful rumor that only twisted out like a thorn to ruin this world and the estates and their tastes because no one can stand their taste and the person I speaking of is a just no one. Thinking they are powerful someone but having no respect for no one, my community! You could no nothing when there is nothing like humble strong! After the flooding so long; long outer districts are we just to be disrespected and treated like trash on the cusp of a slavery run city? Acting as if everything is alright and pretty but no it is not and no more I have had it and I had enough nightmares.

Try and think of how life would be if the bitch never existed and that is my longing so she could ever exist only in a nightmare like this one where you foolish people never wake up, frivolity of man and his emotion in modern are revealed so weak and not even humane. Not even the religion can save this man and everything he did was just to put all back and the people just for that try to stab him in the back. No wonder Jesus was crucified. And no wonder so many people just get shit shot and die.

Because there is no heaven in anyone. To allow this bullshit to occur. The end.

Duplicity deplicit.

One girl I find myself alone with.

Two girl, there are more than which I can endure.

Three girl I had none for repentance.

Four girl she gave me hope.

No girl could reach me though.

No one could reach me thought.

Deplicity deplicit. And I am not totally legit but they always try to treat me like shit, I am done being hit over the head and frankly I do not want to be d-d-dead. No one came for me and I see that I was the lonely one in the sea. I want to be the one no one messes with. Deplicity deplicit.

Climbing mountains and buildings and mountain buildings of all of it that is their evil and the darkness of the flip side.

The flip side. I wonder why you like me is there ever a reason why. There is nothing special about me not even a kind. None respect to me and I am supposed to act like everything has been normal from the start But it was never was.

Did you want something from me? Did you did you.

Just give me something fake to be just because you expected good of me, but no one good ever think about what I thought and I do not know of pain.

That never went away. If you ask and if you tell the grand either of hell and I do not wish you well and I just want to go on home somewhere else truly I belong it is not here I made a joke that I even belonged because the people otherwise would cut me a neck short out of this song and I made no time for you and I made no time for all of you. Because I have nothing but anger and destruction in the back of my mind just wasting time courting girls who could never understand, the deplicity deplicit of what I am and what they search for.

I am not one of these people to be bothered by your nonsense and I had no one to tell me anything I did not know already at all.

I tried to hard to be someone who is not in pain just to get along with people who live in sunshine and just do no of any struggle nor any kind. But please, keep wasting your time as they feed on these dark thought of mine. Making nightmares and twisting time I could

only scare them off by not sleeping at any time as there was always dark as I slept and nothing good could be dreamt in that place. I had no clothing and no lifestyle choices that match their ideals of death. That of the terrorist that they are not.

But I still after all of this think that you are hot and I give you my life and my last shot to see what just you got but I never will learn to never mess with things too hot they seemed to think and the seem to act and they seem to corrupt everything. And everyone who comes into whisper of their orange song and the only yellow thing is all against them and what ever do you mean. At all. To be a modern hitler and all. Persecuting people who do not fit in your lifestyle and trying too hard to be so good. The only thing you can never see; is that you are a fake as the evil I am supposed to be to everyone who ever came to even like me.

Even those who liked me had fallen short of God and I had no regret of leaving them all to live their lives at the best advantage of them all cause they were going to lose one way or the other in all. Colors. In all colors. Of the deplicity deplicit rainbow.

Winterberry Dream from Harry Claire in Hell.

I thought I could fly through firework with you and break them down with you. But was I wrong.

I dreamed to be rescuing you in the snow in the timbers and then landing in the tub with you oh.

I was wrong because I just could not hold onto you.

Even if you tried.

My winterberry dream has never gone away; even if mad it has not gone away.

I couldn’t let go even if you tried.

I let you Red.

I let you get away. Drawing asking of it. I could’ve taught ya.

I let you slip away. Slippery red. I let you slip away.

I should have taught you how to draw and I have no qualm about you feet and all are so adorable if you walk in the rain you look like you belong especially there and I can feel you there when I think of the rain. I just let you walk in the rain.

I just let you walk in the rain.

I cause did not bother to teach anything at all when I could have just said something at all. But I am fragile and the rain of you, just washes me away. I let you. Red slip slid away in the rain and there is a magazine I made for you. But you’ll never read as I have never completed it its just my own endgame. And I am dripping I am insane, I keep being wet just to find what it is of you I like but I can’t tell you when you got a guy.

I am too tough to deny my feelings that is a joke.

Because all these feelings from even when you were single I denied.

Just to be with someone who will never contact me and will just renounce me like no one just all to be left in the rain. I want to feel your

summer, your depth and your pain.

I let you red. I want to feel pain for you as if I am fighting with you. But I do not have endless passion for everyone there ever I love who is stolen by hatred and false lust hate. But you are never stolen. You are never stolen.

Idk. But I think I know you love red as well as I do.

Just to fall into the snow crash of the fall of the anime and the drawing of the red and all.

And if you see it the red is the internet and you are as wet as its best parts of the drawing and it arts and if you stand in the rain and I see you clutched in pain.

I have just left you to wonder when I could have given you the answer.

I let you. Red, down...!

The search for feelings has ended.

Every like for the same last weekend of the first week, that Sunday reflecting on the previous I thought of different feelings and different styles. Guy asked me what I was doing, I should have said “ I was doing art” But I was doing , “ styles”. I said to clever folk. He shrugged and went to his room. I just stayed there thinking of tomorrow and the dangers be around staying out late with no one there and I find myself wondering why the phenomenon I experienced happened not at all when no one but me was present. I found it strange and then I realized the uncomfortable feelings I felt every time I came into this damned place or went in some were in public, like someone was watching me with these thine eyes. And as I mentioned styles so one felt afraid as if to duck, but there was no one there.

There I came to the thoughts of malice and my feelings were real and then I began a search for feelings collecting them and I found all sorts of feelings and as time gotten better or worse as you would call it people they started to change and rather the nicest feelings of sincerity and humanity were all shown as the debackles they actually are. The feelings only get worse as you learn how corrupt and how immoral this world actually is. And just continue living this feigned imag-

inary dream. This world is good for no one and soon it will no longer be, because nature will reject the people.

Reject everyone because they are assholes. To real nature at all and if you ever saw the beginning. Real Nature story, people are as clueless to real nature as the characters in that dame story. Think its all good and dandy that life looks up and not down but when you have people so wicked and so twisted that they can only baw in their evil and their disgust as if it a right thing to do. But dammit your modern pathetic horrid low class dreams will not make life better, failing to do even the most modest things only make you prey to a failure older generation.

Who only baw that they could not do anything at all about this world. Because they were too weak! Allowed to be twisted by money and power and all else fuckery.

Orange or yellow would it be I asked. The different moods and the discourse it means, some people will walk around so blind and so blind and so blind and so blind and force prostitute sex and never understand the true helm of human intercourse. But as a toy for self indulgence. No matter whose feelings it hurts. I tell not that these people are just savages, they are not just mere tools but plutocracy sages who have helm an image that just defiles the original. I have devised the feelings, the means and the metric in new versions of this estate and that has been the search ever quicker in the summer of 2016. If you find that people are just trash, they are trash and for all reasons do not be trash with them.

I went to see a movie myself that no one damn else wanted to see, world so wicked I have no one to see the movie with but all wicked folk and all people going to hell they have the means of people because the world is filled with the shit fucks and these cunt lovers and these sally doers. That are just disgusting and evil. Hell, I watched imaginary movie where this couple I saw would mock me just because I thought I saw one of them before somewhere else. But no, ask not for friendly discourse and for people to understand basic friendliness. But the modern ape is to concern with tech cannot even process how it is built and they snack on an apple. Fuck. I see this ape lift ape over me and I just lose it. What the fuck is wrong with people.

I used to be popular kid but that only works when everyone is only as well meaning as you are in doing what is right and not trying to be this wrong and this gross wrong that seeps onto other people and the user thinks it magic that it turns them wicked. Or maybe it just exposes that they can get away with doing evil things in public and not be paid for it over and over again like evil doers and wrong doers do. This thought only creates stupid folk to come out in inmasse and say what ever the flipping fuck and do whatever they want without any type of compensation. Any goals or any hard work, just criminals who become self indulgent in getting away with these things.

I sigh at the couple if only they would stick to theirselves they would not be showing that they could be easily corrupted and thus cheated upon by the other which is what they seemed to be struggling against. They seemed to be struggling with the fact that their union was not so perfect that people they see could get in between them.

And this is the problem they needed to tackle but instead of seeing it that way, they go tacting it on to folk who do not need their damned help of abuse furthered.

To be an enemy so they can heroic come together and I laugh I wanted to laugh as these people made fun of theirselves, the male carrying the female ape up the fucking stairs and they laughed and laughed and I so wanted my laugh to reach higher, but it reach higher here. And thus, here, it is the end of that laugh as it is me who laugh last. I see that nothing is good and dandy just waiting on people. You do not collect people. You collect things that can be studied rather. But you never collect people or else they walk out your bin into freedom and you look back at this box it was poor management for people. And if I really wanted people with me; I would be keeping them hostage and away from their true sin and life goals. Like who am I to intervene and tell people right and wrong and control them; aren’t I am equal and not some contributor to God. I would say no; I am not equal if I feel as I am the only person doing right in that group at all.

And when the fear of seeing and the perception matches up, don’t call on me , don’t beckon on me and do lament on me. I am just a simple man, with higher standards of living than shit fucks of you.

Who likes to live in peace, harmony, sound mind and good fucking music. To be announced really the 1866, true vision, nu 22, pale rider and Eikomo are all the different moods and there are more its just that they can’t fit in parameters of MK MZODERN and would take too much to fit in the form.

I did not only search for feelings I felt them in my heart and what I felt was that the contigency of me is always swamped by pesky critters as if to cockblock me. As if to stop me from Real Nature calls. Yet I try to act all normal and sane, but really can anyone sleep in such a place that is slipneck throated and cart wheel fucking and so fucking fake that this the most descriptive of true descriptions. You may call on me to dissuade people in their decision to go certain places, but I am just but an equal and have no right to stop people from being brutal murdered as they are and turned to toys for some unstable bitch at the head of some meeting table. I swear it; do not deny it. The feel of danger is real and if you ever find yourself as if in a back alley or in danger of any sort well it is the stuff of shit. If you see no one there but feel them pouncing at you and then... silence. cause you have died.

Any anything you felt for anyone you realize is only the warmth you have ever felt and now you know its mutual; the only thing to do is to capitalize on it at all. To ensure this warmth is what you can rely on and not this darkness of the innergrowth to destroy and to conquer. And searching it out is the best thing to do to keep you living and it gets you a reason to come back time and time again to search for more feelings and find these people as more than you allies and more than these superficial relations you see. I find that people be going high and low and then they know. They are not going anywhere. Seeing the feelings and seeing the value makes you realize valuing real relationships is real nature and not those just thrust you by people or by a system who never valued your folk in the first place. It is time to take back the feelings as they truly are. Not subvert them into these weapons to attempt to control people and form some type of terrible storm, one that might not ever end. I am saying here to be friendly to evil that is posing as an ally is like shooting yourself in the head. Placing trust in religions that are fronted by corrupted churches no doubt are the cause as well of finding you can’t feel anything and are dying such horrid death.

Silence cause you have died. And no one cares and no will ever know. The true nature of these manipulations to be that of a cruel and unjust slavery that not only impact man of one kind, but man of all kind. One that can cause terror and destruction and rip countries apart to where all chaos remains in the world. Helping people sell drugs, you may not expect it of institutions to do, but they do all the time selling these notions everyone can be celebrated in a place where people are hunted just for being people. And if someone wants to clamor at you that you are some type of deterrent that you an unnatural breed of shit, that done messed up system that no one supposed to recognize and that you are the very deterrent causing the system, say, why then are you trying to get at me then if I came here to learn and these people are here to fuck? Because of all of your doing and your saying and all your terrorist meanings! Deterrent enough is the awful mentions of sex at the commands of people unseen. Deterrent is the cockblocking for what you want to do and who you want to be with. Deterrent enough are the awful backstories to this place. And the fakeness or innocence or evil on every face. That one like you is such a deterrent to what the place is supposed be and what anyone thinks it to be; that one targets with vile cruelty as if to be a hilter to pervade a feeling of unjust activities and by all means, no that no one truly likes you when they will never know you. The you that is the deterrent to all human kind. And all it means is that you cannot accept your own wrongs and your own humanity and try such so sad to be of that of a hero. But can never be one.

Never be one at all. For you try to make humanity imperfect everything people say must be wrong to the script you envision and the world and the future you want. But a future where people are just in trouble for being is no future at all.

The search of feelings has ended and I say there is nothing to stop. You and your evil but the words of God. True and mighty words of God. Such cruelty has come from a place meant for compassion and care, but only hatred and evil come from within because you are so ever filled with shit, hate and want to be God. And if you ever see the true nature and true ardor of God and find a difference between you and God is so great and you are mea-

ger that you mess yourself know that it was you who started a war on humanity and it is you who will pay the price.

But all else in the search of feelings people have discovered; life here is to forgiving to the path of evil and to truly wish justice, religion and all advertised false goods just need to go. The end.

all what was left of the last waking dream. I begun to shout and climb out of the sea and this what I became on the days of the “ a sleepy day by beach”. A man who would kill all his driven insane lovers in one go cause he knew it was worth it.

Ya, I fucked them all afterwards all at once and it was the death of me. Van Hausen I am cause that is only who I decide I am.

A Sleepy Day by the Hare Kon Ringings Beach A sleepy day by the beach I wish I had sex with everyone significant in which I loved if ever.

Cause I am Van Hausen fighting these Sugar Sprinkled little bastards in their clad armor and their flashy tits of doom and if you ever see I do not like crazy women but they are crazy no other.

One driven insane by the pop culture.

One driven insane by the lust to draw.

One driven insane by the power of dance.

One driven insane by the power of death.

One driven insane by the tide of the sleep and the all.

One driven insane by the nile and the sex by it so peacefully restricted to an abusive relationship.

One driven insane by blood stain of the virginity’s end by their own forceful multiple hands.

One driven insane and then not by romance and none will give me the chance to just lay her and look at the stars and fuck.

So I battle them all across the cities of the coast and the mall even as it rained and their strings as they fought would wound around me and I would fuck them so inconsiderably in horror and they me and they would say to us “ this is what you want”.

And then on the last one as they blew up the mall and everyone screamed as it crashed into muleberry sea.

And I was destined to be tossed into yellow, then green and then blue again air to watch my red spread all over them and they would laugh at me as I was drowned in the sea.

And they stood on the beach and I was so happy just to be put to sleep finally. But then she came for me

How many times I have rejected you just for your own damn sake.

You know that I was coming back for you in my own way.

You know that I was coming back and that I was good at all of that and that frankly when I look back I never did anything wrong and I gonna keep fucking someone else unlike taylor swift throughout this song.

Ring. I speak of you but never again can I reach you, never again will you say hello and never again will I say hello again. I just die here waiting on to accept me just to speak to you and I do not know even how to just get to you know that someone blocked off first and I would do the reverse for you, strap on my strings and fly the skyline oh just for you but there is no spider, there is no web.

There is only acking and there is only pain and its traveling all through me and I need to go on. I cannot just say that I wrung so many times but you never came. I have hammered so hard but I never bleed anything but mud oh hell and dorohedoro bulls.

I want to meet and meet again and I want to repeat and repeat again and build this life with oh, oh, you and I know its true that I want to meet and meet again. But I can’t be caught as some fool who you just ignore and thinks all cool, I wanted to be so nice and shiny on a horse. But just unicorns just anything good for you at all. Just let em get in ya, just let crawl on ya. Let em worm and worm the subconscious to harm and you think that they could never make you toxic they did.

And I am no kid.

I want to pay them back for what they did and that I did but you are gone and I cannot wake you from the cold of their hatred and you will just stay as you are so misled. And I never wanted you to be dead and I never want to be the one for it, but you may not understand that; but at least held onto to all of that and if you ever find anyone like me. Don’t fuck them up...don’t leave them to be some hero just to protect you in the end.

And find that you were forgotten in the war. Forgotten in the war.

Ring! Ring! Ring! RING! Ring! RING! RING!RING! RING! RING! RING! People showing that I was something else so perks your interest then do so. If people telling what it is going to be dammit for everyone just let them live your life for ya. Just let them live it.

Cause I am damned and bloody if all this passion was for nothing but this inward disrespect.

That just makes me calm not and pierces right at my neck. Of how I tried not to be a playboy and not to be someone who could keep their promise and in the end I am construed to believe that I was played all along. I had no but a chance but to accept the Hare Kon romance.

But never cause I would never be a whore sold out and pimped for anyone the end.

But still we can pretend that you never appeared there anywhere and you can live your happy ending that did not come with out the hero in red and of strings. I am just hung and I am just dry.

Would you leave me here at the ending to disappear at die, cause while I may have you in my heart; it won’t last that way for ever. It won’t last that way ever. As slowly you die and the dream will depart and its like we never went in there at the start.

Hare Kon ringings don’t be good At all for living people. Forced in a monarchy of puritans and their egoistical ideology of one.

Cosplay in London The facts of London Cosplay/”Have hats to do toast”.

Say hello to the gremlin for me.

Never wait for lookies and never bake cookies.

Ryan Spadder might be your bestfriend. Annabeth Sliver but I; Marca Lucia am your only friend.

Nemi Opite and Jenni Jupiter may be your friend but I am your own only friend, be the mad hater and I will be Allice White and her deckard of hearts. Hermia Topha and I are your only friends.

The nonsense of London Cosplay; Acaami Medeame and Ziuphome Crafts.

Day of the Towers for me in stockings that those two lunatics wear is filled with panties and excitement of them. They force me into it.

I slowly get up and go away. But I did enjoy it just to save public face.