• As it must. As a blissful dark dream.

    People sit in the doorways, gathered in small groups; young children, women, a few men, limbs thin, faces drawn, bellies distended, skin drawn tight across their skulls with dark eyes peering out at me, looking for the bit of hope that I can bring them.All these accidents! I can still remember a point in my life, long ago, when life was happy. Then came the day that everything changed…
    turn around and walk back into the small village.
    A child steps from a doorway and walks over to me.
    Her mouth is toothless.
    She reaches out and touches the triangle hanging down from my neck.
    She only stares at me.
    Her hair has fallen out in patches. She has no tongue. Still her eyes shine.
    As I breathe out I see my breath drifting from my lips.
    I see the shadow stretch out over me, my shadow swallowed by it. She stares at me and says nothing.
    And she was gone...
    My skin has broken into goose bumps, cooled by the oppressive shadow.
    There was electricity in the air, the scent of building rain, and the morning sun overwhelmed by the approaching storm. The icy rain swept the ferry roughly.
    The lands and buildings lay in ruins, scattered rubble, gnarled and twisted trees.
    My body was trapped between the gap of the cliff.
    I did not have a choice. The climb seemed to last an eternity.
    I stop as a shadow drifts over me, blocking the sun.
    There he stood at the pulpit. He stepped onto the stone floor, his feet thudding loudly in the silence of the cliff.
    The demon smiled into the coming clouds, feeling the heaviness of the air, the promise that had been building long before the sun had set the night before.
    The Demon smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth.
    That's when things started to go wrong for me.
    His volcanic ash had spewed forth from his body, empowering himself from deep at the core of the planet.
    The night, he realized, was full of promise after all.
    A foreseeable outcome, he was prepared for.

    You don't have to speak.
    †††

    All I want is just to be loved,

    There he is! He sees me, and he's got that look on his face! He looked bad. I am a victim of all of your fears...

    The entrance had even been boarded up; to make sure that none would have the opportunity to sneak down here.
    I just want to fulfill my desires,
    And have you hold me tight in your arms...

    I can hear my own heartbeat. It pulses through my ribcage and I can feel it in my wrists as I hug myself tightly.


    You would think that he'd have realized when the screaming stopped that she'd died.


    The place where old memories die. That shatters even the strongest of minds.


    Let It be it needs to be. To complete your reality.
    A truly deadly act.
    You can tell by eyes. There's no need. To act surprised.

    †You know
    That I adore you. So, don't make me say it".
    An hour....only an hour until, I climbed up the cliff.
    The new world was waiting on the other side. It was a bad day to be on the other side.
    Beneath us, fireballs exploded across the ground.
    Swords clashed, sparking off each other, blood sprayed my face, and I kept running straight towards the light.
    Everywhere I looked, the old world bled away.
    It would be over soon. The echoing clang seemed to drown out the world around us.
    I kept running towards the light. magic spells and flashing blades ended lives.I froze...fucking froze... When he grabbed me. I was up high. Above everything.I looked for an escape.
    The leathery wings broke shimmered in the fire with the liquid running off them.
    My heart pounded, knowing I was at this evil creature's mercy."I have plans for you."
    I tried to wiggle away from him, but he firmly dug his claws into my thighs, holding me in place and sending pain into my body.
    He gripped my hips, spun me over, and spread my ass cheeks."You know exactly what I'm going to do to you."
    The gooey liquid acted as a far better lubricant than it should have.
    Surprisingly, a certain desire started to form inside me, a feeling to be ravaged and filled with this demon's cock.
    His tail twitched playfully as he stretched, the movement only accentuating the stillness of his rapidly engorging member.
    The demon's voice broke into my thoughts "You're starting to enjoy this human," he taunted.
    The thought of the demon releasing everything into me excited me to my core.
    As it must. As a blissful dark dream. People sit in the doorways, gathered in small groups; young children, women, a few men, limbs thin, faces drawn, bellies distended, skin drawn tight across their skulls with dark eyes peering out at me, looking for the bit of hope that I can bring them.All these accidents! I can still remember a point in my life, long ago, when life was happy. Then came the day that everything changed… turn around and walk back into the small village. A child steps from a doorway and walks over to me. Her mouth is toothless. She reaches out and touches the triangle hanging down from my neck. She only stares at me. Her hair has fallen out in patches. She has no tongue. Still her eyes shine. As I breathe out I see my breath drifting from my lips. I see the shadow stretch out over me, my shadow swallowed by it. She stares at me and says nothing. And she was gone... My skin has broken into goose bumps, cooled by the oppressive shadow. There was electricity in the air, the scent of building rain, and the morning sun overwhelmed by the approaching storm. The icy rain swept the ferry roughly. The lands and buildings lay in ruins, scattered rubble, gnarled and twisted trees. My body was trapped between the gap of the cliff. I did not have a choice. The climb seemed to last an eternity. I stop as a shadow drifts over me, blocking the sun. There he stood at the pulpit. He stepped onto the stone floor, his feet thudding loudly in the silence of the cliff. The demon smiled into the coming clouds, feeling the heaviness of the air, the promise that had been building long before the sun had set the night before. The Demon smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth. That's when things started to go wrong for me. His volcanic ash had spewed forth from his body, empowering himself from deep at the core of the planet. The night, he realized, was full of promise after all. A foreseeable outcome, he was prepared for. You don't have to speak. ††† All I want is just to be loved, † There he is! He sees me, and he's got that look on his face! He looked bad. I am a victim of all of your fears... † The entrance had even been boarded up; to make sure that none would have the opportunity to sneak down here. I just want to fulfill my desires, And have you hold me tight in your arms... † I can hear my own heartbeat. It pulses through my ribcage and I can feel it in my wrists as I hug myself tightly. † You would think that he'd have realized when the screaming stopped that she'd died. † The place where old memories die. That shatters even the strongest of minds. † Let It be it needs to be. To complete your reality. A truly deadly act. You can tell by eyes. There's no need. To act surprised. †You know That I adore you. So, don't make me say it". An hour....only an hour until, I climbed up the cliff. The new world was waiting on the other side. It was a bad day to be on the other side. Beneath us, fireballs exploded across the ground. Swords clashed, sparking off each other, blood sprayed my face, and I kept running straight towards the light. Everywhere I looked, the old world bled away. It would be over soon. The echoing clang seemed to drown out the world around us. I kept running towards the light. magic spells and flashing blades ended lives.I froze...fucking froze... When he grabbed me. I was up high. Above everything.I looked for an escape. The leathery wings broke shimmered in the fire with the liquid running off them. My heart pounded, knowing I was at this evil creature's mercy."I have plans for you." I tried to wiggle away from him, but he firmly dug his claws into my thighs, holding me in place and sending pain into my body. He gripped my hips, spun me over, and spread my ass cheeks."You know exactly what I'm going to do to you." The gooey liquid acted as a far better lubricant than it should have. Surprisingly, a certain desire started to form inside me, a feeling to be ravaged and filled with this demon's cock. His tail twitched playfully as he stretched, the movement only accentuating the stillness of his rapidly engorging member. The demon's voice broke into my thoughts "You're starting to enjoy this human," he taunted. The thought of the demon releasing everything into me excited me to my core.
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  • The fix is in…….
    https://www.westernjournal.com/zuckerbergs-meta-rolling-40-teams-protect-midterm-elections-disrupting-groups-censoring-content/
    The fix is in……. https://www.westernjournal.com/zuckerbergs-meta-rolling-40-teams-protect-midterm-elections-disrupting-groups-censoring-content/
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    Zuckerberg's Meta Will 'Protect' Midterm Elections with Content Removal, Disrupting Networks of People
    Meta has announced how it will partner with many allies opposed by the GOP in its effort to prevent 'misinformation.'
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  • Adrian Kelvin Borland (6 December 1957 – 26 April 1999) was an
    English singer, songwriter, guitarist and record producer, best known as the frontman of post-punk band The Sound.
    Following a substantial musical career spanning numerous groups, as well as a solo career, he succumbed to symptoms of what is known as schizoaffective disorder, and committed suicide by jumping in front of a train on 26 April 1999

    #AdrianBorlandRIP #TheSound #PostPunk
    Adrian Kelvin Borland (6 December 1957 – 26 April 1999) was an English singer, songwriter, guitarist and record producer, best known as the frontman of post-punk band The Sound. Following a substantial musical career spanning numerous groups, as well as a solo career, he succumbed to symptoms of what is known as schizoaffective disorder, and committed suicide by jumping in front of a train on 26 April 1999 #AdrianBorlandRIP #TheSound #PostPunk
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  • It seems the older I get, the harder it is to get into shape without injuring myself.  Within the last couple weeks, though, I've been attempting to get back into shape.
               This morning, after dropping my kids off at school, I meant to workout, but I was unsure as to which muscle groups.  I went for a bicycle ride for a bit of cardio and to get the blood flowing before lifting weights.  Instead of a helmet, I wore a bandana on my head.  'Helmets are dumb!' 
               As I peddled, I tried to decide on my next work out.  Was it a shoulders and back day?  Leg day?  Chest? It could have even been an arms day.  It's a very important decision.
               Bicycling through grass, toward a sidewalk, most of my front tire disapeared into a deep hole in the ground, which I'm assuming was left there by recent construction work in that area.  I went soaring over my handle bars .  Luckily, I hit tall, soft grass.  My elbows hit first, then my helmetless head planted into the ground.  I quickly recovered, stood, looked down at my bicycle, laying on its side, and realized the front wheel was bent.  I also realized I had landed next to the sidewalk and was lucky I planted my head into the soft grass instead of the hard pavement.  It occurred to me that this was why many cyclists wear helmets.
               Unable to roll the bicycle on the warped wheel, I proceeded to carry my bicycle a mile back to my place.  The frame is unusualy heavy for a bicycle frame.  Carrying it in front of me, my arm muscles burned a moment, then ceased burning, and something about the way I was carrying the bicycle seemed very familiar to me.  I then reflected back to my deployment to Afghanistan in 2010, and I realized I was lugging the bicycle in the same way I used to lug my MK48 Machine-gun for miles through afghan mountains.  Most machine gunners used their sling to carry their guns, but I had removed my sling, insisting on carrying the heavy machinegun at the low-ready, like a rifle.  On top of carrying 500 rounds of 7.62×51 on my back, I hated the extra pleasure a sling put on my shoulders.  At one point, during the deployment, a fellow machine gunner noticed my arms looking cut:  "Marty, ever since you took your sling off your gun, your arms are lookin' cut."
               So, as I lugged the bicycle a mile back home, my worst injury being a grass burn on my left knee, I had two major epiphanies:
                Epiphany 1:  Helmets are still dumb and I won't wear one.
               Epiphany 2:  It's an arms day.
    It seems the older I get, the harder it is to get into shape without injuring myself.  Within the last couple weeks, though, I've been attempting to get back into shape.            This morning, after dropping my kids off at school, I meant to workout, but I was unsure as to which muscle groups.  I went for a bicycle ride for a bit of cardio and to get the blood flowing before lifting weights.  Instead of a helmet, I wore a bandana on my head.  'Helmets are dumb!'             As I peddled, I tried to decide on my next work out.  Was it a shoulders and back day?  Leg day?  Chest? It could have even been an arms day.  It's a very important decision.            Bicycling through grass, toward a sidewalk, most of my front tire disapeared into a deep hole in the ground, which I'm assuming was left there by recent construction work in that area.  I went soaring over my handle bars .  Luckily, I hit tall, soft grass.  My elbows hit first, then my helmetless head planted into the ground.  I quickly recovered, stood, looked down at my bicycle, laying on its side, and realized the front wheel was bent.  I also realized I had landed next to the sidewalk and was lucky I planted my head into the soft grass instead of the hard pavement.  It occurred to me that this was why many cyclists wear helmets.            Unable to roll the bicycle on the warped wheel, I proceeded to carry my bicycle a mile back to my place.  The frame is unusualy heavy for a bicycle frame.  Carrying it in front of me, my arm muscles burned a moment, then ceased burning, and something about the way I was carrying the bicycle seemed very familiar to me.  I then reflected back to my deployment to Afghanistan in 2010, and I realized I was lugging the bicycle in the same way I used to lug my MK48 Machine-gun for miles through afghan mountains.  Most machine gunners used their sling to carry their guns, but I had removed my sling, insisting on carrying the heavy machinegun at the low-ready, like a rifle.  On top of carrying 500 rounds of 7.62×51 on my back, I hated the extra pleasure a sling put on my shoulders.  At one point, during the deployment, a fellow machine gunner noticed my arms looking cut:  "Marty, ever since you took your sling off your gun, your arms are lookin' cut."            So, as I lugged the bicycle a mile back home, my worst injury being a grass burn on my left knee, I had two major epiphanies:             Epiphany 1:  Helmets are still dumb and I won't wear one.            Epiphany 2:  It's an arms day.
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  • https://keysofenoch.org/further-study/study-groups/

    I am looking into joining one of the study groups for this book available in my area...
    https://keysofenoch.org/further-study/study-groups/ I am looking into joining one of the study groups for this book available in my area...
    KEYSOFENOCH.ORG
    Study Groups - The Keys of Enoch® North American Official Site
    For those of you who are interested in further study on The Book of Knowledge: The Keys of Enoch® and in finding a spiritual fellowship, we encourage you to contact us. We have official Academy study groups throughout the USA and the world which look forward to dedicated participants. If you are interested in group... Read more
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  • Australian post punk group. Very 60s/Psychedelic sound. One of my favorite groups.
    #PostPunk #TheFrontierScouts #PsychedlicRock
    Australian post punk group. Very 60s/Psychedelic sound. One of my favorite groups. #PostPunk #TheFrontierScouts #PsychedlicRock
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