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the Few          "last moments of"  
   Missing Star                   96 
the only remains of a soon tobe disavowed contract were an 
updated                                     
SPRING/WINTER catalog and our shooting star of david,
found entranced and fully covered in a pool of blood,
catalog glued to the ceiling with the main atraction's
face and hand blown off still twitching.
 His empty smoking barrel pointing
towards the ceiling.

 the thunder-clap sound missed,just went off, 
"God Fucking!.."FUCK!""A" "DUCK!" "probably coulda used that ,if I coulda stopped him, from eating it",...
 his last meal in testinemt.
It's not much for what its worth, that here and now, this here, 'is now' all that remains.

not much left of" unfinnished expectations gone awry.
 a corpulant lost contract...

As the body began to slump, and fall forward, 
something caught his eye.
 peripheral surphlexion,ambiguous to suss out the discovery.
stepped foward,with a cautious reserve, he eyeballed the vermilion blood-stained catalog losing its hold from the stickum of crimson that spattered the ceiling.
A few twitching dots rolled in lined static across the tv. still on
It's one those parciple "coup~de~grace's"  adding insult to injury, Ironically it gave light to 
 the impartiallity of the front cover.
 "SPRING/WINTER" the catalog.
it became visible, introverting as the words of the "first few" 'back-pages' were returning into view,
as
 he read,
      it said....

 
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 Dear consuming survivor, 
                                                        
                          2a-?
                            to:desperate men 
                        one, do the times call four a Ua2a desperate resolution. 
           your  2a problem which has a, 4a  man's sollution..
                        
                          or.. are you a 4 mesuring up to   
                     ,yoU-are a too,mesuring up a 2a one Desperate man in need fora xolution?
                                                  
                ( dxC4dM=  4a u1,2 )
                ' your resolution '   
                          
                             
                    when desperate times call foura desperate mesure :4a =answers:the calls to-a man in need no name.  
                                                              returning: To:A-in need     From: mercy for-A man with no-name  

 u1's solution 2a  = 4a:anwser salutes to-a complex equasion              

                                       
                                       WHO TURNS YOUR AVOCATION INTO OCUPATION:?
                                       :("C*******") a.k.a 4a, 'D7 redaction 
                        "Blacked-out-'"Name' "- --"for your Protection. 
                                        
                                                             
          are uA1?, 
    or...
            are you A-two,?...in U a-one,Ua, in to desperation
      
      ....u2 desperate 4a-man with no name xolution.

  return :A-two-A A-three-AA,man   to a man for aaC

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bb-2a returns =CER32RO  

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                                CarcerCity Stories from the UNDERGROUND                             

                               A:0'ldie but a goldy
                    no pervation forA Sadist.And.Masicist.        
                              
               a way cunning nights in philis
                

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                               inGeorgous with your Gorrilla duck tape 
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Tonight,his name was Clint Shargio
he rather enjoyed this; his name being clint
if,when ever given the oppertunity to write his name tag
the close lettering and Font size of his free hand, would
show up as
    "CUNT"
he really didnt mind much because thats the way he saw himself; This is the way the world would see him
Hello my Name is
      CUNT

he turned the ciggerette;filter down.

standing up on its end,was like flipping a sand timer
although rushing wasnt important.

He was verry alert, and seemed quite murcurial; with his intrusuion.
he was a real son of a bitch,you see?

He finnally had his very own "Hello My Name Is:" status.
the variables had already been worked out, since he'd been there many nights before,...watching.
always watching.
he was calm and collective; cold and ruthless.
although his naturally flippant personality seemed inconsistant.
 He would never lose his cool durring one of his,
"Hello My Name is "CUNT,""midnight commutes."
or 
atleast thats what he would call them, if he spoke abouthis violent hush terms; in such few expletives.
this madness would stem from his downward spiral of repulsion for life,  ignorance is bliss in the perverse thought.

"who is?.." "it?",or who is?..."that?" as so, "they" say?

Forget it,
          lets go for now.

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worries not Vincent

along years back. Vincent,before moving to what he would refer to as his little cunthole in carcer shitty.
he lived quite pacified, in a small northern rural area,in a peacefully fun loving subburbanite natural outpost, 
the locals called this  suburbanite-ville, in those WonderYears 'The"Cottenmouth Flatts" when ever they still called it happy. 

Those presentiments lacking, were  few. 'Blissfully in those 'yeti-rare' occurances. more often than not greeting 
them infrequent, and "once in a blue mooners" who are the convieniently roadsiding assholes that were fortunate enough, or- more-or-less 
"unfortunate enough," to make a 'wrong turn,' or eventually even make a missguided tour; from taking the 'wrong exithere pass;' delving through a wonderfully low-population. 
"whoops, "You've made a Wrong Turn","Dont Turn Back Now". remembering That Greeting sign had an intrepid 'in-town-moto' 
which would always read, "We abide to those looking for the humble abode"...
a static mesmurize would cling in the mind.

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CLINT we have a surprise for you   
Your personalized RSVP n'Kace returned from/to  our:#1 st.Love to:from|S.A.M
                                               
unKle straight offered big money for "your,sweetbabe ass;meak as a lamb                                          
made 'our',tilted whirley-gig,a sweet cunt regirl start lollygaggin                                                                        the Mennis,to our sweet little white rabbit,
             pleased to make      the vennison,
Worry not!...

Dear Consuming Survivor
(Hello My Name is:   ) we have a surprise for you.
 it doesnt get twisted.
    youre quite an nuessants, and from the Devils in the dtails.. MmmmM are Nasty. and now thinks2 you ltrafucked 
the mennis,"as you are" un-just 'now';or so you 'were', or atleast that just comes as soon as it would be, 
"you're now our new" most common consideration"
now form this newly  aquired inception.

 four A  eye does not lack four-a better word for aquaintances.
But now of 'whome', those aquaintances,'were' once only known to you, as "THEY", but now, "to "you." the,.."they",.."being refered to, would naturally, now call themselves "they" your newfriends. 
  

   CLINT, affirmed this new thought when it stuck like a splinter in his mind. cold sweat watered him, and sank his
 adrinolin to the pit of his stomach. That now sinking feeling did not dawn from Fear. His inevitable  binding demize infered a fatal departure.
 'acceptance over denile,'formed a solidified, concrete awareness.

"Hello My Name is CUNT" and this would eventually become a progressive fated casualty.
regaurdless of Mr.Nasty's cryptic taunt salutation. 
if annihilation were impuned on him, his new found DoorWay into Hell, would only make this his affliction. His very own
 downward spiral, decent into maddness. He knows the climax of what is approaching next for himself.
 "Breaking the Rules:results in Reprecautions.
he swam to the letters finish, [getting lost]
 too much excess, his head stammered with static;
 memories flooding,..  
 a flash
..... a blur....
a bead of sweat..

          .......Feeling

                    he looked through what he could still see, a gaping spatter, stained on the wall. He took notice that his disassociated and deceaced, didn't seem to mind very much about him making 'heads-or-tails' of the detritus Spring/Winter remnants;he modishly last-worded. when he left it behind.

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there was the outcast sting from the moon,and was Gleaming now. the sky,over head was very taunting when it influenced the over-shaddowing angles.becomming his dark suffocating, asphyxiation. this formed the instanter of his current disapearance. The lines,of the fraunhofer in the light spectrum, were exceptionally the only thing going consistently.
ironically with no pun intended,those evanescant-lines  became, the highlight of this whole daunting night.
 His narrow escapes from the violent scourges. the varrious hunters were enforcing familiar complacency for alluding his every movement; 

furthermore, in addition to hunters tracking his movement all night,they'd been trailing hot on his heels. 
 vincent wasn't a pussy, and he was not one to shy away from; or turn down a good fight. this sure as hell wasnt going to be much of a good fight. 
 Along the way. He knew he had evaded quite a few bad fights in this kunundrum. He had his natural propensity for violence, with explosive anger. there was an increase of distortion towards This, and it emphatically meant to him personally, that he knew how to level a playing field in most situations. 

tonight wasnt "most situations",...
more like shit-uation,...
better yet,
 actually like the mother of all fuckups,...fucko's,..mothers,brothers,.or any other sucker-motherfuckers. 
Usually, in most of his better off fights, he'd have a more than psycotic approach to the calmed resolving reactions: 

those on lookers would always repute for vince; that in a bear-handed,bloody-knuckle-brawl. He was armed to the teeth.
his mental witts', intellect in assistance along side of him. The inconstant increase of inturning his savvy,animal instinct. 
Purely Adrinoline,and Profligic Survival. was a rude awakening.

Even though,somehow, Tonight was different,Because the only thing on his mind,was not his usual "want"
Mentally the realization took root inside. the happenings of the nights shituational occurances took alot of the piss out of him. 
His want. was to 'give up', and 'give-into' his approaching assailants;
just feeling ready for it to be over.he was burned out and tired of the squeeze they kept on him.
 In that moment; that "want", felt like an eternity in Hell.
His heart sank to his stomach,and beat out of his chest,
with fatigue on the rise, along side to his "want" wanting to give-up and give-in;
His exsaustion fluxuated, and he was exsasperating.
the events continually compiling every thing happening to him.

 the fathom of his "want", fumed no response. His obvious response of excessive verbal assault; held its horses steady.
Every fabric of his being; is pissed off,but fleeting with his Ego,would be an immenent failure.
His sweet Silence was the escape from his arrant Rage.

exfulliation of this sixth sense, permiated from the suppressed amygdala in brain. 
The air around him grew thick,as he tingled the depth of the change.

  these pursuing assholes where extra dangerous,violent,and out for blood; they didnt much care for whos blood they 
had to spill. as long as they'd get what ever they were after,consumed from thier bloodlust serenade in thier moonlit senata' 
By any means nessecery; or from any one unfortunate enough 
to become thier captured prey.

his natural dark, fraunhofer outline was seemless, as he placed his back into the shadow on the corner of the wall. 
with an overcomming, cluastrophobic, precision; he deprived fear, while he sank deep, and then disolved into the shaddow.
The insollute thought, and his natural animal instinct to"fight or flight" stirred in him when he heard the vast approaching foot steps;
screaming hunters; and they were laughing and panting trying to keep-up so they could get into to vince;

although in trivial pursuit. 'More-or-less',they were trying to keep-up with themselves in a pack. One lost his footing, as they were gaining toclose, making attempt of Vinces' last disapearance. 

essential time was decreasing for vincent inshaddow.
 being of the essence he cauiously remained silent. still holding his breath, his lungs were on fire,exshasted.
while in cover of shaddow, vince quickly went for his empty bottle.

Whenever he had originally found it, he placed it in a dirty old plastic garbage bag, 
and then wrapped the edges of the plastic around tight.
 He wanted to swing it from inside the bag like a bat, and break the devistational-shit on the first lucky arriving assailant,. but he gave a second thought to the old saying; "two-in-the-hand".

in his reaction, remaining attentive, and alert. he attempted to leave no error for any unnessesary sounds,
retreiving the bottle. especially, while in the act of the allusive setting up of his clownz, 
it was right up his alley, and now he had the bowling pins of his alley.
his effigy was receptive and highly aware, when he'd put it in his pocket. 

as he went for the bottle,he butterfinger-fumbled,and the bottle slipped from the plastic wrapping, then began to drop to the ground.
sound was his enemy from this position.  with a shudder for the worst of his shituation;
his bottle, if it breaks, when ever it hits the ground directley underfoot, 
he knew from this loss, he'd be totally 'shit-outta-luck' and 'jolly-well-fucked".
 so, with his split second, subconscious reaction snapping into overtime.  he kicked as hard as he could towards the direction 
of the bottle in mid air; The saving grace of his kick sent it flying down the ally-way toward the opening oposite,from his corner of the wall. 
into the shaddowed opening; near the outgoing doomed exit-side,the bottle went. 

  within his current position to the adjacent opening, he looked down the darkend ally-way.
while in his corner he fathomed, making a running attempt. this would be his devastating error, and wouldn't leave enough time for 
sprint; not even for vincents most narrowist of evasions.

the sound of the clanking glass dispersed expeidiant audible sounds, and rocketed down the dark alley away from vince.  
the force of friction began to slow its movement,
That 'glassed alarm' was seducively wrapped in a layer full of 
"here i am", suduction,
and
 "hey assholes,..."come over here and fucking check this shit out."  
Gravity caught to the side of the bottles' rolling,. 'its natural force made it just past the small trash can. deflected around the edge, 
and then rolling until it hit the wall.  it clanked back. the sound of that bouncing from the wall made him observantly hesitant, perhaps, that sexxy-ass bad motherfucker bottle could be too far down for a valuable lure; but either way it went for him, he knew; "that time" for that "titty-milk" "dried-up" and "went away".
 trampling of footsteps were heard tremulating and scuddling on close aproach.very lound.
 one of those clowns roared in his 'out-of-breath' chase. 
 
"Hes Right Down There"!!,  "Right Down There"!!, 
"I JUST Fucking Heard EM"
     "I Just Heard The Fucking Cocksucker"!!
     "HE'S MINE!!!",.."HE'S MINE!!!",.."HE'S FUCKING, MINE FIRST!!!"

    another clown vented quick
   "NO!",.
.."Fuck You!!","Bitch!", 
"Im'a be the one to get em!!'" ,
"Kno It", "He's Mine!.."
      "know it!",... "just","fuckin""know,it!"...."     

vincents instinct held tight, when he stayed backed into the "shaddow-corner.'
three clown fuckers darted past him down his ally.
slowing their stanpede, as they hit almost half the distance from the other opening.
he wasted no opertunities and he stepped out from his shaddow creeping, with his eyes never leaving the clowns. 
his back progressed toward his escape route while still watching those devil cunt clowns on fast approach, towards the bottle-lure close to the oposite ally-exit

 he was trying to watch the direction of his shaddow eclipse from those few remaining street lights that weren't shot out yet. he wanted to rush. it should be easy enough,
if they didnt turn around he would start running as soon they got to the area, where he had kicked the bottle-lure.
 "ohhhh shit!" he sparked an instant revolation.
while he was creeping in treversal around the corner of the opening. he felt something else in the air when it tightend around him. 
he heard panting,and he felt another exsistence.
he carefully turned around and exhailed his breath slowly in release.
now, he knew that there was another hunter somewhere around him. he was climaxxing overpowerment. He finally noticed another hide-and-seeker,playing koious rounding the 
other side of the building. he felt that Goodluck or God had to be in his favor atleast for then in that moment, because, obviously before whenever he'd felt that other hunter.  he wanted to sprint-off with expeidiant flight; but, if he had done this. 
his running intention would have become a "short-lived following' with an overture, of a quick excecution.
another thing he found favorably useful to his situation, and prooving quite helpful to his acknowledged alertness;, now, was when he also noticed that the street light toward that lone-hunter, had been shot out.

he  brisked down to the corner, and quickly gained his peripheral advantage.
 he filtered for other movements, being leary of any shadow change.
when he peaked around the edge, he noticed that;the lone-hunter was now crouching down. inlayed about twelve feet from the entry-way. 
He was Out from the buildings corner. he was huddled over something on the ground. with his head bowed down between his knees and legs,
he wasnt praying;he probably should have been,..it looked like he might be eating something,..or maby taking a night-ally shit.
 
so, vincent cautiously snuck up, from behind his new found prey.
 he thought to himself,   
                  ""Self...?    "what the fuck is this guy doing?"
                       ... "is he eating something?" 

while he closed the gap between them,

     "what the fuck is that smell..?" he thought

"is this "nasty clown, peice of shit; sick fuck?";
     "eating a nasty ass?",...
   "peice of "shit,?... 
        "ohhh",....."that sick,"FUCK!" 
the expanding smell,from whatever he was disturbing, left behind, an electric scent of rancid filth, and drear decay.
the stench was so strong for vince, that the decayance was burnt in his nose, and cinged with its imprint.
 he heard something comming from his unaware hunter. he approached closer to getting his assailant.
  
 he realised then, that he was deranged and mumbling to himself..
quietly at first,...then building in its intensity.

        "stupid fucking assholes,...
                        "show them, motherfuckin,cocksuckers"
      
     "i aint no fucking pussy" 
           "ill show them little fuckers"..."ill eat the fuckin'pussy"
                                     
  he raised whatever he was crouching over toward his face again.
he took a bite.
        "here k'yiddy-kitty-kitty" 'his voice transfered to a higher pitch.'
   "meeeeoow!" 
           "here, kiddie kiddy kyiiiiitty." 
           
    he raised somemore toward his mouth again.  only this time his hand went past his mouth toward his eyes.
        "ohhhhh, you sweet flexible pussy...." he spoke softly
            "awwwwww," he continued,so softly, 
 and then entomed with his delusion. he vented  furocious malignance. 
    "IF I HAD A FRESH TAMPON",.. "THIS FUCKING CUNT!!",.. "WOULD BE MORE EASY TOO ENJOYABLE!!"..." 
slamming his fist down to the pavement, 
with a splatting sqwish. whatever he had in hand was spraying his disgust in all directions from where he was sitting, and..... doing 
whatever he was doing. 
    laughing afterwords. crying.. 
         "HaHAHaHAha",..."OHhh",.."Daddy wouldnt mind keeping you in
              the ToyBox"... he reverted back softer and started to  weap,laugh and cry...

              "If only you wouldnt have Stolen" "BARRYs" "FuckING SHOEs!!"...

           "why?!"! "WHy!"? "WhY"!?!" "Hes Gone Now",.." "all Because you" "You wanted "Barries  shoes".."why couldnt you have taken my              shoes?..."
          "whats wrong with my shoes?",....""werent they good enough?".."
                    
            "when barry gets out", "ill give him all the shoes he could ever want".."
 
         "MommY,Would Be So Proud"..."             
                "IF ONLY DADDY", "woulda' "given her SOME FRESH FUCKING TAMPONS"!!!"
                
            "dont go to the store mommy",...."please dont go",..." 
            "ohhhhhh"," "i love you so much mommy", "ill get you some fresh tampons"...."
                   
   as he closed his gap,now at almost an arms link reach from his lonesomly discovered clown assailant;
he felt the tension filling in the air, with his tapping sixth-sensation.
this clown started singing lyrics at the final of vinces approach....
                
                            "your just to good tobe true",
             "'ll cut those eyes out of you."
                  "wanna hold you like a crotch", "them eyes that just love to watch" 
                             "shoe" "shoe" "shew bee"-"dee"-"do" 
                             "sheww" "shoe" "shew be"-"dee"-"do""      
building for the finale climax "I" "LUV" "U" "BARRY!", "why did you go?" "I MISS YOU" "BARRY" almost yelling in course
                     slowing in for his last words before the vice le'Roar 
     dropping the tone to the intoning words.
                       "sheww" "sheww" "shoebee"-dee "doo"
                when the final syllibals where exiting his mouth, he began to weap

                     "Shoes", "Shoes", "Shoes,"
Grinding his teeth enraged,and Now growling with Explitive, he was an instance of flipping a light switch
and not-so less as the brightness illuminating from it.
when he sqeezed 'that"something' whatever it was, he'd picked up from the mess he was playing with. He entensed with a tight grip of 
a koko-Gorrillas'  kitten clutch; he squeezed it, untill it made a slight water balloon popping sound, sending "egesta-fluids" in 
every direction, then throwing whatever he was holding, against the alley-way wall. it left behind a streak as it molassed its 
way to the ground from where it was thrown.

the overpowering sense that something wasnt right, beyond the obvious. was what, in that instance; distracted the shitty smell 
that disgusted him. he could taste it in his, closeness. this little fucker was repainting the "cunt hole" "broken-windows" of his 
clown face, with the reak-corpse" is that?just the most cute,fucking thing ever?" vincent intervented to himself.
In his gut feeling the instinct, had an instant reprive, because of the hair to the back of his head standing on end, simalar too 
the feeling that a ticklish person would feel; 'in anticipation'
 or if they were unable to prevent a 'tickle attacker' from 
"tickling them in a tickle-attack." with out enjoyment and happy-time laughter.
vincents evalluation of this situation was that, these crazy bat-shit fuckers didnt want to tickle him, or atleast he didnt want to find out.
it was the anticipation of something known,to be lacking in-ability to controll the outcome.
with this shiver, spline running down the back of his spine,from  midcenter of his back spiraling outwards toward the top to bottom; 
he aborted his attempt.
he wanted to do a stretch movement, in a reversal to that feeling, but if that asshole turns around, 
any commitments to disperse would become worthess.

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Miranda stepped from her bedroom door with a foggy drunk 
adrian sitting on the bed. he couldnt take his eyes from
her.
as soon as she stepped through the threshold there came a loud
"SLAM!" of the door following close behind her.
the pressure of the wind slamming from the door,
sent her hair and shirt breathing forward.
she walked across the living-room down the short hallway
into her oldest sons bedroom.

"rassBerry?...."

he deflected the cooing from his mother's playful taunt by trying to stay still,
 and pretending to be asleep.

"Was that a wiggle, Mr. Witchetty Man?"
"fraidy cat?"
he stiffened his body, laying flat as a board.hiding undercover
"I know your here!"
 "I feel the wiggling" "HE'S WIGGLING!!"

he couldn't resist.
he could just feel his mother taking slow strides of an over dramatic monsters excentric creep towards him.
dramatic step-by step. arms wide, aproaching. until finally she grabs him tickling him untill he's
red in the face. out of breath and cant breath with exhaustion. taking the easy way of climax excitement
he chose the ladder oppisite and decided to disarm her assault.

"Don't call me that im not a baby any more..."

"ohhh...Sweetie, you'll always be my baby boy." she enticed 
a freindly smile.
he knew she was faking.
"You know how much i love you"
he knew she was telling the truth.
"I'll always love you, and your brother forever and ever."
he wished he knew she was lying.

"What was all that yelling,mom?"
her eyes began to water as she glanced away from the question.
she sat down, and leaned in to hug her son tight and gave him a kiss.
she kept looking at the floor towards the exit.

"I heard the door slam"

she seemed distracted.
 "It was nothing."

"was it "him" again?"

she sat up straight, and pulled her hands in close to her lap.
he knew she was hiding something, but he just wasnt sure of what.

"no, rasberries", "dont worry about it." 
"its not his fault". "he just had allittle more to drink than usual."
"too much head juice."
"its my fault we're argueing." she made a desperate look at the door again.
when she shifted toward her son, her hand slipped from her lap, and jack saw a red-spot of blood.

"what happend?" he nodded towards his mothers lap.
she wiped her tear, and grabbed a book from the bed-side night-stand.

 'Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There.' 
she was quick to cover her lap.

"its nothing", "just do me a favor and keep your brother safe till i get back."
 "im going to stay with grandma" 
"and i need to talk to your aunt linda."
"ill be back by the weekend." as she handed her boy the book. she grabbed his shoes, wiping her eyes.

she shifted her body towards the door so he couldnt see her.
"im not going back in there again," "i cant stand to deal with it." "so im just gonna borrow your other shoes 
till i get back"
it was her deployed escape.

"MOMMM", "Nooo!" "ive got to have em'" 
"we were heading to the cage tomorro", "i have to use these"
"those are no good."he mentioned pointing at his other shoes. "They'll laugh."

she kissed him on the forhead and told him she loved him as she advanced toward her youngest sleeping boy.
she wanted to wake him but knew a tantrum wouldnt help her situation. so she fixed his blanket and kissed his forhead.
quietly, and quickly stepping out of his room into the hallway

"MOMMM "no!" "im going with you", "ill be packed"... "i dont need anything," "im already,ready to go now."

"nooo!"... "your not going;" "you need to stay with your brother". "and I got to get out for a few days".....
 "baby,the witchety man wont bother you." 
 "just stay out of his way when hes looking for head juice and wait untill he stops wiggling."

"nooo!".."im going too!"

"NOO!'" she responded sternly , "Theres something real important that me and your aunt linda need to talk about,"
 "and you have school." "I promise ill be back before the weekend is over."
"I didn't even wake your brother"

Well then, What do i say when he wakes up? "and your not here?"
"When he sees that you left him sleeping he'll never get over it"

she handed him the book, and opened to the white rabbit running cockstrong head down on the run. 
little alice following behind with her blinders on, oblivious to the whole world.
"I always love that book" she was sideways fishing for aggreement. 

"you can read him alice, to make him feel better."
"tell him that im late", "im late". "i had a very important date"
as she pulled his door cracked closed. telling him she loved him,when she went for the front door exit.
before slamming the door, she yelled towards her bedroom door.

"IM GOING OUT!!!"...
"NOW!",...
"I'VE GOTTA GET SOME FRESH!!FUCKING!TAMPONS!!!"  
she left the house with a gut wrenching '"SLAMM!" of the door.

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"and that was the last time i ever saw her"....

                                          [ **   Not 2 long before th3 big Night ----]

"that your only recollection of her?"......

"Why am i here?" "just put me the fuck BAck!!"

the doctor taking notes was in complete control and full disregaurd.
"well there are some things we are taking into varriables."

his hopless discomfort started showing its ugly face.
"What do you want to hear,?"
 "MY Drunk, Fuck Dad, Raped My MOM, and she didnt Give A Fuck enough about me, or my Fucking Brother?"  

"Walked out"
 "and 
"Never""Fucking LOOKED BACK"!!?"

observing his triggered breakthrough,the doctor rubbed the bottom of his chin.
"is that why, you hurt all those people?","and started that containment riot?", "is that what brought you here?"
"your"..... "drunk fuck dad?", "raping a mother?, who you say",

 "didn't give a fuck about "you" or "your...br"  
permeating with malignance, he cut the Doctor off mid-sentence in middle of inquisition.

 "if you say "One"
 "more"
 "Fucking"
 "Word." 
"You had better choose it wisely", 
"or...else!"

the pompous sore winner, was becomming excited.
"or else, What?..." 
    "you will remove yourself?"
 "from"..."What?..."
   "from this room?...."
 "from".....
"the medicine jacket?"....
"from...the gurney?"
 "from?".."what?"..."finish what you were going to say"....

"thats enough!" "I'll take it from here.." 
a man wearing glasses holding a clip board stepped into view from 
behind the gurney peering down.

being strapped down compelled a solumn awareness of an undeniable truth. his movement was an absolute minimal.
he was strapped down with a head lock. three body restraints across his arms. ratchets layored his straight jacket,
and two belted across his legs. The visual perception is a delima limited only to what is directly in front.

"listen"...This new speaker leaned in with a freindly gesture,and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Your our very first"...."and we're expecting you" "to make a complete and full recovery." 
"before your recovery can commence", "we will have to endure". 
"before you can be reborn, "we must break you".
"you're going to hurt", "I assure you," "you're going to feel like a whole new person"..."
 he spoke as a masiah having all the precise answers.

he was'nt buying whatever this guy had for sell.
"Just put me Back In The FuCking rubber room", "you sick fucking BAsTARDs."
"Please!"
"Pleeeaaaase!"

"no" "no" "nooo!" 
"you see?, "you have been brought here for a reason",..... 
"and you will serve your expenintial purpose".
with a kind and doting smile he spoke to him. he continued manoutanantly.
  "Are you REAdy?"...

"WHat AreYOu TALKiNg ABoUt?" "READY?!!"
 "READY!!for WHAT?!!!
"WHAt?!! "WHAAT ARE YOUU FUCKINGGG TALKINGG AABOUT?"
This new masiah let made it assurringly clear,he didn't answer prayers.

the man continued speaking gently; concerning.
"You've let me see"?"...
hmmm?..."Your Brother".."and 'your?
 "Father?" "Is it?"...

"NOO!" "FUCCCCK YOOOOU!!".."LET ME THE FUCCKKK OUTT", "YOUUU SICK FUCK"!!!"

"savor your energy" "your going to need it." 
"now,".... "What if i could help you get close to trust" 
this new masiah seemed to have alot more questions than the answers.

"FUCKKKKK YOUUUU!" "ILL FUCKING KILL,YOU" 
"IF I EVER FUCKING GET OUTTA HERE!!!"

"thats perfect"
 "this is why your our trust."
"here", "this should help"

"WHAAT?!"
 "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"...
the man stuck a siringe into him deeep
 'well jesus christ' I'm alone again.' 'I will die alone,' 'and when I arrive' 'I wont know anyone.' his thoughts inside were dissolving into nothing. 

he was trapped in an abysum of time.fading-away. 
seconds felt like minnutes...
minnutes felt like hour...

he felf 
      himselt 
slipping backwards 

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by inflicting duress, applying coercion, making threats, causing pain and disorientation,
 an "expert" can make a victim do and say many things. That's no secret. There are obviously
 drugs and hypnotic techniques that will soften up a person and/or put him into tremendous confusion,
 where he is pliable. 

Example: One of the foremost practitioners was world-famous Canadian psychiatrist, [Redacted Name],
 who carried out experiments on unwitting patients in the 1950s.

[Redacted Name], during his career, was President of the Canadian, US, and World Psychiatric Associations,
 the American Psychopathological Association, and the Society of Biological Psychiatry. There was no one in his profession more highly decorated.

Partially funded by a [Redacted Agency] front, [Redacted Name]'s method was called "psychic driving."

After excessive electric shocks, very heavy drugs were given to place patients in days of prolonged sleep.
 [Redacted Name] then subjected them to audio tapes he made, in which he repeated phrases thousands of times,
 in order to produce "new personalities" for them.

A [Redacted Date] lawsuit filed by veterans' groups, against the [Redacted Agency] and the [Correlating Redacted Agency],
 refers to [Redacted Name]'s methods. The suit also states that two researchers, Dr.[Redacted Name] and Dr.[Redacted Name],
 working together under the early [Redacted Agency] N\KULTRA subproject 95, utilized two protocols:
 brain implants ("stimoceivers") and RHIC-EDOM to program the minds of victims. RHIC-EDOM stands for Radio Hypnotic
 Intracerebral Control-Electronic Dissolution of Memory.

Translation: bury memory, and insert new data. But here again, burying memory, the first phase,
 is achieved through force. The force of subjecting the brain to massive electromagnetic disruption.
Later and more sophisticated means of mind control can utilize loops, during which a person's own
 brainwaves are fed back to him, along with suggestions.
But different people have different degrees of consciousness about their own thoughts and feelings.
No system exists which would make every person believe a thought planted in his brain is his own thought.
There is another gap. Just because certain naturally occurring brain waves can be read and recorded,
 this does not mean that feeding back those waves will result in "perfect reception" and integration
 by every person.

The third gap can be enormous, depending on the person. Voluntary thought in its basic form isn't a product
 of the brain at all. The brain REFLECTS thought that is created by the person.
People who are aware of this wouldn't fooled by brainwaves fed to them with suggestions.
Mind control is most successful when inflicted on people who ALREADY have trouble making the distinction
 between what they think and believe, and what other people around them think and believe.

This research direction parallels a social propaganda campaign to eliminate the whole concept of "will power."

The scientific community respects and rejects the MK programming due to the absence
 of a more widely familiar induction thought processed evidence base,classified though it may be,
 there is no lack of a theory which would further explain the application value for the MK programming.
 there is no lack of experimental techniques which can and will continue to provide reliably positive results. 
Forwarding Remarks to be redacted following the approval revisions signed and revalidated 
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"step up to the line"
 "approach the wall",....."DONT TURN AROUND!.!"
"Hey," "You Fucking COCKSUCKER," "DONT TURN THE FUCK AROUND",....."
   "BOTH HANDS ON THE WALL!!"  
"BOTH HANDS!!"

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 9358678854 hilshire,julian

"do not turn from the wall",.
                "do not speak",..
"leave your cloths off approach the lousing champer." 
upon entering the showering cell, with water pipes protruding the long rows of dank sections. the intake booking officer who was in charge of search procedure; throws a handfull of white lousing powder, in a flash of fog covering, at the heads of the two incarcerated arivals. 
stepping through the other side of the rowed layering, into the watered down metal hole. 
"hands on the walls"
"dont get your filthy grub fucking fingers on my water nozzles,
instantly spraying the two holding a water fire-hose, 
 "right now, you're not allowed to touch my clean shower house",
"after today if your filthy cunt holes are cleaned." 
"then you can make the proper use of the facillitated showers."
 turning off the water spray, the gaurd stepped back behind the opening, 
"remain silent you've got a moment to drip-dry," "keep your hands on the fucking wall"...

Now, trying to make light of his current situation,he forced a freindly smile on his face.
he turned to his head to his intake counter part.
he kept one arm to the wall, as a personal censoring of the other new arival and his phallic dangle. this helped him break the psycological bridge, while talking to another nude being.
taking in his surroundings, he observed the tattoos on the others face.
ink covered arms, and a few down his leg.

 "so?... "did you do something bad to get in here?"
the war tuned machine remained insensed in silence staring at the wall.
 
 "did that shit on your face hurt,"when you got it?..."
 

annoyed and finally responding his words snapped a whip-lash.
"im only gonna tell you once, and i dont like to repeat myself."..
 "ive been to the worst fucking settlements; than any other convicts 'from Santos,to San Andreas,to Carcer City.'
  "ive got atleast a,hundred twenty pounds of crushing power to your boney bitch ass,
      "ill make you my fuck bitch,"
...."fuck off",
 "or when we get in here.""tonight..." 
  "dont even say another word to me."

discerning anger with an ecsentric, cowarding look,the intake scratched his belly, and averted his eyes down to his bare feet, then frowned.
"guess he dont wanna be my friend"..."Nasty, smelly,wiggly, squiggly Mr.Witchetty Man." 
 he made a small glance at the aggressive hilshires feet,"I don't want this guy's shoes."
  "was only wanting to be your freind",...."growing up", "my daddy didnt let us have to many friends."

aggressive hilshire started in again.
"ima'"be your daddy," 
"because now",.....
"you are my property,you don't even need to worry,"bout your clothes and shit","they're now all mine", "My!clothes and shit,"
 "once we get settled in here",...... "you wont be needing em'"

remarkably he took on a suprised look.
"ohhhh".... "But I don't want to be food for your wiggly kids, Witchetty Man!" 
 "Service....I demand service!",... 
 "whats all that tattoos?, and stuff mean?.."
in non-chilaunce he couldn't resist.
  "what can i do for one of those?",
"like""that one?" 
"there"..?" 
"that",..."can i get one like that one there?"he said pointing out,to the tattoo of a 'melting clock' on his leg..
keeping an interested fluent pace.
   "why do you look like that?"What does it mean?"

 
 increased adgitated hilshire, burned a gaze at him;
  "to, you?"...
"it means",..."im real sick in the head",..
"and have done shit to people"
"it doesnt matter really "who" or "why,"just know;anyone gettin in my way",
 "somethin someone like you" "prolly", "cant even imagine",..
"youll,"get it though."
..."soon enough".
"and that "clock" you pointed out", "that means "i will 'shiv fuck' you",
 "and leave you alive, only long enough to be found dead."....
"so here's what im gonna do",..."since" "im such a nice guy";
 "I'll let you earn some property back from me",   
"your gonna shit on daddys dick, or bleed on daddys knife." 

freindly and unfazed [Name:Blacked Out] had a puzzleing look of excitement on his face.
"Hey, wait a minute!"

"This is wrong! This is [grunts] so wrong!"

"cooool" "maby" "now we can be a "tit"-"for"-"tat",..... "you,know.?".."just two little peas in a pod."
"especially since im" "your" "new play toy."
"itll make it easier for you","to find your date at the prom" 
resistance is futile he continued....
"I know"...."I wont be late"...

"I'm guessing that since now, were soon gonna", "be "tit-tat" "buddies",
 "you know?"...."a little of this", ...." "and.." "a alittle of that"..".... 
 
 the muscle bound inked julian cut him off in mid speech.    
    ...
  "as a matter of 'fact","since you like my shit so much",..."you wont have to wait too long then","watch the clock."
right when he finnished speaking the cell door at the oposite end of the rows, sprang open,the gaurd rang through across the overcom.
"finnish getting dressed out","walk threw to the opening at the end", "enter through to the right."

pulling up his pants,on aproach to thier exit. [Name:Censored] put his arm in front of his belly, and bowwed with a gentlemanly wave,
 "there you go".. "after you" ""Big bones...", "age before, beautiful"..
adjusting his shirt while walking toward his exit.
 he finished getting dressed out,and he allowed a hateful juian to lead his way.

"maby in here", "you can scare away some of those 'bad men' ....."on 'that' side"
"NURSE! Oh Go-- Mr. Witchetty's got me! He's got me!"  
  
  hilshire, never looking back toward the estranged ...... spoke again. 
 
"there aint no where for you to hide in here". "ey' "they say",..."this is the worse unit in production" 
   "dont go running off or straying too far."
 "on that side" "get ready to work off the sexual frustration",.."I'll lace you up"...

walking through the opening, underneath an intake control-section',a stairway to the left,and to thier right a Steel-bar opening.
 the only thing followed close behind the two, were a slamming,"CLANG!!" the echo sound heard; from the connect of Steel on steel, with a quick,"CLANK!!" of the lock turning.  

 he couldn't hear all of what hilshire was saying, when the the steel lock,echoed down through an interupted spoken sentence.
he made an exsagerated jump when the frame locked. 
 "How,.RUDE!!"...  he yammered at the door behind him.
"Nurse," "please believe me!"

--
stepping through into the locked opening in towards the main area on the opposite side, a majority of onlookers, were watching like 'a deer in the head-lights.'

"AAAAAAAY"
"new guy!?"

HEEEEEEEY!!!, 
 "check it out"
"whatta wee got here?"
"a Porkey PIGS PUSSY!!!,
"HEY,".... "You",.. "DOG FUCKER!!"
....."right there"

one incarcerate pointed in thier direction as, a smiley approached the two stepping in toward the crowd.
a paper mache wearing smiley remained in a cell openning, as he poited at the two, 

"fresh new meats"
"Dog legs, dog legs!"

"YOU!!.There", "...."the shorter one."
 "I got somethin for you", "Get the fuck over here"....
[Censored BlackBar] took on a suprised look,with a cowardous gulp.

"Me?"....."  with an astonished look he spoke, placing an open hand on his chest in disbelief.

"yeah"...."You" "Little Fucker",
..."Get The Fuck over HERE!!"
"leme' "look at ya"'"real quick"

He stepped toward the smiley, and let out his hootin and a hollaring when he walked toward the group of smileys standing in the opening. he couldn't resist himself.
"Your Still that Dog Fucker", "And still Fuckin", "RIGHT!!?"
 "they givmie' the "electro shit" "shot",.."that fucking dog shit" "couldnt keep me from fuckin",.."and that was when "itsa" time 
to "getta' "humpin"..." 
   
  [Censored Name:], had his arms at his side, and he started thrusting his waste and docking his arms in a "dry-hump"
 

     "that "ol' Bitch"'ll" "fuckin make you, "ARRRROOOOOOOOOO!" "ARF!" "ARF!"  
he let out a growl "ARGGG!"
"Dog legs, dog legs, fetch, fetch! Good boy! There's a good boy!" 
  
the main smiley holding shit down, tuned right in.
"the fuck you been upto?"... "wasnt sure id' ever see your ass again,for a long time,or ever again. i sure as hell didn't think,they'd throw us back together,
 "since" 
"not since that last bullshit."

"Yeah!, no shit!" almost made it out,too."

the head smiley spurted quickly, 
 "Who the Fuck is that with you?"..."
 
he looked back non-chilante. "ohhh"..."that lengthening sorta gorrilla,".?.. 
 "apperently he's some kind`a "top-tough" "shit" "psycotic deranged killer", or "something like that." 
"WHAT?"...?" "Aint you nEver heard Of him",..?" "him; being some "top-shit" "high-up fucker" 
or "he says he's some kind of made-status somethin," 
 
the smiley in controll had a confused look of disbelief. "What Fuck You mean? "High up?"
"You're fucking kidding me right?...."he looks like some kind of child mollesting faggot"....
".....He Aint put-in on jackshit fucking nothing."He'aint never been through here", "fucks all of that shit", "lets see it"."

the new intake rolled his eyes      
"ohhhhh",.... "alright" 
   he turned toward the smiley barking orders. lifted his arm from off the side of his belly leaning in.

revealing his "White Rabbit", 'on the run' 'with a Melting clock in his hand'.
"just like when we was all kidies" right?"..."
 
" on that fucking transfer back", "from the "Mad-Sack,'Med-Sec." "was the only light i seen" "since the E.C.T. fire." "when they "really" 
burned my ass last time."

"[Censored Name] the hammer", "throw another Dime in the Box", "get that bitch runnin, nice and toasty.""give it to me baby"

"ohhhh".... "yeah",..."almost forgot bout' ol'mr.whighety"", over there",..... "aparently", "hes all kinds of mental",...
 "if you'd only heard,.."all of the wonderfull sick fuck nasty terrible things he did when he got either "you", "me", or "my brother",
"the best" of "my best" 'ol'chums",......"and the only affilliated inkblotters"..."allowed to ink my fuck dumbing brothers design".."to tat him up"
 "hmmmm? "What do i do?"

"he? still looking?"...

"fuckin yeah",..."ee'is" 

[censored name]started in like a young ClockWork Orange, Alex. notoriously speaking in accent.
  "a goo, look you got?..at those shoes huh? 

"nevah" "seen em' "before?",..."ey?" 

"well"..."well".."welly".."welly",."well!!".....
"no, sir'ee"  "bob"...."hes just a goddamned shoe thieving shoe thief.

 one smiley adjusted his paper-mache'
  "Soo"..."speaking of"..."have you Heard from your Jackass", "crazy" "tard lil'Brother?" 

he leaned in with response to the question.
"I know the sound of my own shoes, asshole!"
 "hell" "no"..."aint heard shit in a while" "that sick little fucker's, probobly out somewhere".."...."eating some bullshit" "he found somewhere"....He knows what the fuck hes doing.
he's still dealing with that whole fucking shit storm he got in to with KJ. and that pissed off director.
he looked at his 'smiley companion-troll',
"Big bones! I want big bones!"
       . 
"There he is, wriggling his squiggly, Witchetty ass!" glancing over at hilshire taking in everything new. 

 
   "RIGHT!".."RIGHT?"....."?"  raising his brow at him. the leading smiley barking orders,his pal incharge, looked away toward the ground.
he exhaled with a deep sigh of exsaperation,... 
   "right!"... he exagerated his frown.

   he finishing his talk in transient,"bedways is homeways" "and best we go "homeways Right?"

he approached hilshire with  a feared look of desperation.
"..... alright", "listen up "julie-fuck-jillian" "what ever the fuck".."this aint no fuckin joke", "we're in deep shit","with no ass-wipes to pick out the peanutts."
you've gotta save me.""do you see that fucking crazy ass peice of psycotic dog shit", 
 "he used to own this fucking pig-pen", "atleast untill you and i got here",.... "i told him i was your property bitch", "and your my daddy" "and all that", "but he just didnt want to hear it"...
 "so".... "he said i have to fight you", "to proove we can go on exsisting","or theyll murder fuck us in his Fucked up little Hell." 
 
 "they want for us to go clam it out in that cell","so we can go at it", "Toe-to-Toe."
 "the way i see it"... "youll take me in there",... "ill just stumble out of there".... "they think you beat the piss out of me"...
 "they might not want to kill us." 
"those are the motherfucking smileys."  "ever heard o'them?"

  "of course", "Who doesn't know bout'"one of the most powerfull Gangs in Carcer City."
    "dont hold your breath too long", "drop like a fly" "into a shit hole" 
   ... 
     "I dont give a fuck",.... "and whats with this pretend bullshit talk?"...
   "just lace up and get ready for any' "Devil with the Blue suade shoes",....make mamma proud.

something malign changed,....[Name:Censored]'s eyes flarred up. but he kept his composure.. he followed up with a concerned look of disbelief. 
"Gah, stop it! They're all shouting at once!"
"Can't face another night without my shoes...I don't know why they have to take them away!"

hishire was cautious with his fearless approach, into the empty cage fight that lies before him.  
when ever the self proclaimed, shoeless boy wonder stepped to the entrance of the fighting grounds, julian turned toward the opening.
 picking-up his fists in front of him.
he started bouncing on the ready.
  
"you ready"?... "
"only hurts alittle."

in his instance of a finnishing statement. a smiley brother climbed out from underneath the shaddow of the lowerbunk.
he placed his hand around julians face , asphyxiating his mouth and nose with a clasped hand, while the other hand started in with the gleam from his hidden ice pick, 
in his repetative insertion,julians effiminant suprised look, was deluminating and dimming, with every "plip" of the shiv motioning
 in toward kidneys, and moving toward the liver...
 
 [Censored Name] jumped at the oportunity.
   'KnockKnockKnock!,knock!
  "Hey!",, "hey!" "hey!",....."dont! "take it, easy" "peezy."
 
he knocked again,this time louder in his ravel
 'KNOCKKNOCK!!,'NOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!'  
"Hey, who are you? Hold on--aren't those my shoes?"

"not all of it",...."some this ones mine"..." "atleast you taught this silver tounged devil" "to to chew with his mouth closed"
"You can go ahead, and take a rest, pal. We'll find the filthy thief." 
 
"Daddy doesnt like it"...; "you chewing with your mouth open.?"
"thats why mommy has to help close your mouth", "and make you chew right.."

 the dilluminating conscious hilshire drops to the floor, as [Name Censored] hasted to his collapse.
 "awww"..."oh,what a "sweet" "sweet" "boy!"... "and well mannerd too"
 "uhhh".... "um".."Dont hold Your Breath too long",.... "Drop like"....
 "Drop like?".... 
      he scratched the top of his head, looking and questioning the ceiling with confusion.
 "what was it?"...?" 
"Drop like",
 "STUPID"!!! "DUMB CUNT DADDY!!!" 
"BECAUSE HE STEPPED ON GLASS WHEN HE "LOST THOSE "STUPID!" "FUCKING!" "SHOES!!"

he grappled his hands tightly around his incognant. placing his strong hand,thumbs rubbing his victoms eyes..
 he pressed in slowly applying increased pressure. when he felt the back cornea roll around his thumb, he pulled with a solid jerk motion.
he had missed the mark he was aiming for, and this enfurriated his assault further. 

"is" "he"?"??"....
"look at this" "poor lil baby", "hes"...
"crying"..

a teardrop of blood rolled from the inlay of his eye, down his cheeck. sounding a slight 'plip,' as the crimson waterdrop connected to the ground. 

"give it to me"..... 
  he put his hand back; palms-up flat over head. 
he felt a snap, when his cohort, through him a low high-five. giddy with excitement.
   
"NOOOOO!".."NOO!"..."NO!".... "you kill Crazed fucking delusive"....
"FUCKing".."shiv me. "you stupid son of a bitch"....

"Better not fucking stab me either", "you moronic fucktard"....... 

he plunged the pick deep into his stomach.
 on its removal the gash left behind, was barely big enough,he lightly struggled when he forced his thumb into the gaping shiv-hole.
 
  "Sit down".... "Lets have a Talk"...
his stoic partner sat on the floor next to a steel framed camode; leaning in toward what was going on..
jacks'in with both hands in a death grip, a dying julian murmered out, "UhHh",..."God"..."hel" [Censored Name] wasted no time,
clasping a free hand over his mouth...

"nope" "not for you"... 
 unfazed he intensified, and spread the gash to the size of his fist.
  he reached in quick...and started pulling 

"jill" "my gal"..."
"no one could save you"....

'Please stop me as'  the smileys mask pulled in close.
"your the lowest forgotten filth" "of the worse kind"....
"every things going to be great here at Darkwoods Hell." 
"even you".."without me."

"here".....        "hold this"...  
handing off a dead weight of flesh; over to his mesmerised sitdown. 

   "ohhh... thanks". "you know what they always say"..?".... "No Guts", "No Glory",
 he looked at his smiley cohort with a distempered look. 

  .........he said nothing.... his idiocracy needed no response.

"besides..."julie"your the straw thats gonna break the cammels back."
          "after this", "we're not going back."you were a running riot" 

 "on His leg", "Take it off",... barking at the other smiley. 

"what are you doing".?",,, "your making a mess".."

trying not to fumble with both hands, [Name:Censored]'s comrade quickened with his worry. "ohhhh"...."shit", "sorry." he dropped it into the steel rim.

heavy was becomming the head, that was reclaiming the crown.
"did my momma lose your shoes?",NO!" "You were shitting in a barn","Flush it!" "you damn fuck"

as he went for the flush releasing. 
[Name Censored] started in,again,

"Jack and Jill went up the hill"
"to fat for, a bucket of water"
"a flick of the nipples"
"she sent him away"
"BUT"..."THEN SHE CAME"....RUNNIng ImeDIAtely FUCKiNg AFteR!"  

with a release of the water.
a fading hilshire watches as his intrails become lost to the swirlling abyss. 

[Name BlackedOut] opertuned the instant.
  "go down on the G spot" "dump-it there"..."

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 The fat fuck guard on post sits obliviously unaware mezmurized watching TV.

           COMMING |SOON |TO |OWN |ON |VHS |AND |IN |THE |VERY|NEAR |FUTURE |DVD 

  
   ...     CRITICS EVERY WHERE ARE RAVING ALL ABOUT 

     
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       --  'HONKEY JOE', and 'RAY-RAY n'DA'Hood' --- 
  
STICK BY THEIR CLAIMS WHEN THEY SAY, 
                     ---  "I GAVE IT TWO THUMBS UP!"...." WAY UP!!"

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                                             ::::OTHER CRITICS ARE SAYING!:::::

                                                              ---"ITS AWSOME!!!"  
                             and...
                                     
                             
                        ---IT WILL KNOCK YOU'R EYES OUT!

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""Hey Sunshine!""
another clown stepped around the openning. Jump-scaring the psychotic.
the clown that was hunching over got startled, and sprang up 'shitting in his pants' quick.
he blurted-out in his suprised look "It's Only Pudding!"
Vince caught the gleamming flash of metal that he clutched in his hand as he turned around pissed off. it was a pistol.
 

"Damn!!" "should've risked ripping the little fuckers' head off,""could of got that if i was alittle quicker."
vince thought to himself."nice quick way to level the playing feild."

"anything over yourway?"... 

NOoo! not for you!!

he walked toward the other clown and stopped just a few stepps away from where vince was holding in a doorway.

"come on." "let's go!" "the others are still chasing that cocksucking motherfucking asshole." "lets catch up to em'   he turned from the direction he came from, and started walking toward the other end where the others were supposed to be chasing vince.

he wanted the leader of the gang.

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he pulled out his meth-peelo(chinken bone).then he carefully positioned the lighter under his glass bubble bowl. after lighting his BIC lighter, he started rolling the glass bowl over the flame, from the left side of the exhaust hole back to the right. he enjoyed the melt starting to liquify.white rabbit on the run, holding his melting clock. fluttered into his inception. once the melting happens the smoke is now his very own typhoon twisting cyclone.
   

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for a man with no name 
he is 
sitting there patiently observing, and waiting for his opertunity to speak.  hes always one of the blacked out names. people would pay to take care of  a persons people problems. dxC4dM = 4a resolves=the solution, he was requested as an outside insider consultant.  they paid him for his time that they were wanting. 
He fixxed on a document posted on the wall.

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ONE CAN NOT KNOW WHEN THERE WILL BE DANGER IN THE DARKNESS,
JUST A LITTLE WAYS AHEAD. IN SUCH CASES THERE IS A FEELING OF APPREHENSION,
OF DOUBT, AND UNCERTAINTY, AND FINNALY THERE IS AN EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS 
WATCHFULLNESS, AND FEAR. IN SHORT, AT NIGHT TIME THE MIND IS AGETATED
AND EXCITED. THE SELF PRESERVATION INSTINCT WILL EXPAND.
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WHEN A LUMINOUS BODY SUCH AS THE MOON IS FACED: VISION IS DECREASED
WHEN THE LIGHT IS BEHIND, VISION IS INCREASED 
WHEN A LUMINOUS BODY IS OVERHEAD, THE MEAN OF INCREASE AND DECREASE ARE THE SAME
EVEN IF YOU ARE FACING THE LIGHT, IF IT DOESNT STRIKE THE EYES DIRECTLY,IT INJURES THE VISION BUT A LITTLE
ONE CAN SEE WHEN LOOKING FROM DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT, BUT NOT WHEN LOOKING FROM THE LIGHT INTO DARKNESS
WHEN HOLDING THE LIGHT YOURSELF, ONLY YOUR SUROUNDINGS CAN BE SEEN
WHEN A LIGHT IS BEHIND AN OBJECT THE LATTERS OUTLINES ARE CLEARLY VISIBLE
A BLACK OBJECT OR A MOVING OBJECT COVERED BY A SHADDOW IS DIFFICULT TO SEE
SMALL OBJECTS SEEM FAR AWAY, LARGE OBJECTS SEEM CLOSER
BRIGHT OBJECTS APPEAR NEAR: AND AN OBSCURE ONE SEEMS FAR AWAY

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"Now,"
"Your stomach is going to be queezy" - this is caused by your diaphram falling on it, making you want to vomit,and have butterflies." "Thrusting both hands under your rib-cage, and lifting it off your stomach can control it." "Take a deep breath," "and remain clutching the diaphram, and bend it over." "Straighten up, and the diaphram should be back in place, and a lot of your fear will have left you."

the cutup of the group started his shit immediately.
"This is the buisiness of fear." "every fucking culture," "every civilization," "from the dawn of man, has always had its monsters." "For good to be pited against evil," 
"you have to have evil, Dont you?" 
he now has everyones diverted attention.
"some people will just rip into a head like it's lettuce." 
now that he is the comic releif, he obtaines his very own, invisible head in his fantasy. 
this is when and where he was  expressing his gental cat-cradle, and he was talking to it.for everyone to experience his growing exhibitionism.
"how would you like me to rip into your head?" 
"oouch?!"
"Try it my way."

as he continued, he spoke very soft,and gentle.
"come on, Mr. Lettuce."
"Come on,""and split yourself in half" "Okay?,"hmmmmm?" 
"oh,thank you, darling." 
"Come on Mr. Peapod,"
"Maybe you can convince Mr.Lettuce."

[Name:Censored] reaches over from where hes sitting and smacks his kid brother for interupting the flow, from someone on the clock. 
the man with no name, continued "If it comes back;" "repeat the process."

"One of the biggest problems is holding your breath, approaching the target subject." "But you have to remember, You must make every effort to breath deeply, and naturally." "Your flushed face might very well alert him,""or if your approach is from the rear, you might act impulsively,at the wrong moment, because you want to get it over with."
"Take a deep breath, and mouth a silent yell." "This will cause your fighting horomones to come into action," "Flex your stomach for energy, and increase your oxygen intake." "It will also release a lot of your anxieties, and tensions, prior to the hit."

"Unless your a fool, You're going to be scared."
"Your hands are going to sweat," "so dry them."
"You're knees are going to knock,""brace them."

"When you spot the target,be sure,he's the man you've got to kill." "Mistaken identity is common place." "Be swift." 
"When you are assured he's dead,""Take a moment to clean up,""Check the area for incriminating objects." "Nothing attracts attention more than speed," "so move away from the area in a calm, controlled manner." "Proceed to your exfiltration point."

"From experience," "you will have an irresistible urge to go back and view your damage the next day,when it has been discovered." 
"Try and avoid doing this." 
"Avoid return visits." "Unless you hit on a main road,or the side of a railway line,""so you can view only as you travel by,""or within view of a well used public building, which you have legitimate buisness being in.""Going back to the site will only draw attention to yourself."

most of the persons listening seemed to be attentive and paying attention to 4a the speaker. one member sat excessively relaxxed,then rolled his eyes. He sloutched in his seat picking at dirt in his fingernails.

"If it is possible,""Do not go home immediately!" "Try to have a different,Predetermined safe-stash location." "Dump your equipment,as explained." "You should also consider changing clothes, and footware,""And Leaving it there too." "You should also wash off if you havent done so already." "If you have any containers or trash, Try and get rid of them,""Or leave them in your stash." 
"DONT TAKE ANYTHING HOME!,"When you go home to relax." 
"In any cases where you can expect, or might expect lots of trouble afterwords,""It's obvious, but You should consider arranging an alibi." "Find something solid, that will work for you."

"Maybe, Get a freind to stay at your home,and make a long phone call.""So that it is logged on your billing record,""to another freind." "The other freind then states that the call was from you,""and the record of calls kept at the phone company confirms the date and time of the alibi."

"Or, if you have an account with a computer bullitin-board system, get a freind to stay in your house,""Give them your password,""and let them use it for a couple of hours." 

"Hell," "you could record the evening TV. on video,""or radio on tape." "Then memorize it all the instant you get home." "When ever questioned about what you did on your evening in,""You can quote your evening TV or Radio usage accurately."

"The Prime Motive In Planning, Is To Avoid Detection, and Capture."

mr.fingernails added his two-cents. 
"Nah?,""You dont say?"

one of the more experienced of the group added his response also. 
"Yeah," "He  Fucking,did Say," "So why dont you shut the fuck up," "and listen?" 

"Now!, If your hit site of operation is part of a buisness,""Or someone lives there,""You should watch the place for a week or two; to get an idea of when the people "come and go;" when they move in and out." "Even on a site which is continually occupied, there may be a window of opportunity, when you can get in, carry out the hit,""And get out again."
"Always try to varry the ways you hit the targeted subject." "Never use the same techniques, from one hit to the next."
"By varying your ways of working on the subjects," "And also your means of access and exit," "You confuse the oppisition." "And Obviously, by confusing the oppisition, you will evade detection,and capture for longer," "and more importantly," "They may not be able to pin every job you've ever done, on you."

"If it happens to come to that"
"The first order of buisness is to kill yoursef"
"which this can largely accomplished by closing bank accounts."
"Without money," you're a nobody" "Afer that,""an unscrupulous individual can either let his old ID slowely fade away,""or hasten its demise by getting a death-package." "They're available for between "$500" and "$1200" 

"In Nigeria," "The philippines,""and Mexico,"The government agencies will erase all social security, and IRS records upon notification of Death." "To obtain a death-package, It helps to have a few local guys on your side." "Maybe a lawyer, or a cop,who is known for his love of money,something like that should do the trick."

"Okay?"
..."So After you've killed yourself." "you're going to need a new identity.""Go to the Graveyard."To get your new identity." 
"The newly deceased needs to pursue headstones, to find someone who died, before he was 16 years old, so that theres no Drivers License, and No social." " Once the person who killed themselves are Armed with deceased's name and DOB,""He then applies for a copy of the deadguys' Birth Certificate; Apply for this, at the state's Department of Vital Statistics." "Most apethetic employees will give it out without verifying ID with a Birth Certificate; and using a little sweet talk."
"Getting a Social Security Card, Drivers License, And Passport is a cinch."

"Lets get back on track"
"Well-made handguns of adequate caliber, are undoubtably the best short range tools of killing, known to man." "They're easy to carry,and conceal,and easy to silence for certain assignments." "Whenever executing a hit, it is necessary to keep in mind, that "No substantial case can be made against anyone, following the killing, If no weapon can be found." "That means, that once the job is complete,its impairative to completey dismantle, destroy, and eliminate from exsistence any firearm, that has been used in a job." "Getting rid of a 'peice' is always top priority." "The exception is a military sniper.""A firearm is easy to dispose of." "First,""It takes maby 15 minnutes to totally dismantal." "Second,""each and every peice, and part, can be broken, or melted,""And then burried, or thrown away in a remote area, far away from any other parts."

"lets try," "and sharpen up, now," 
"Your ideal distance for a swift, clean kill is about 6-inches from the target." "We are talking about the distance of the gun barrel, and the point at which the shot is directed." "The technique is simple; The target should be shot in the back of the head, at the base of the brain." "The temple has been suggested as a target in some places." "This would be good if you're shooting from a distance with a shoulder weapon."
"But, Also Remember." "Approaching the target from the side could potentially easily trigger movement from your target." "That could cause a complete mission failure."

our class's 'life of the party,' couldnt help but promote more dissruptions. 
"Dont you think they'd see this shit comming?, or better yet, what if theres more than one?" 

the man with no name didn't miss a beat, and he kept right at it.
"with an unaware target," "you can ram the barrel of your gun, preferably a .22, 'up and into,' the targets asshole, and then fire." "The sphincter muscles will clench around the entry of the gun-barrel, and cause the cartridge to be silenced." "It's good for those special occasions."

"shit!" 
comming from our little funster.
 "he didnt see that one comming." 
then he nodded. directing at his buddy.
"I'd Bet this fucking Queer-Mo likes the asshole, I bet the little faggot trys to slip something else instead."

the instructor continues.
"A Valid Point" 
"If one finds that they like it, or enjoy the "intimacy," "using a knife requires the executioner to be close to the target." it can become a popular form of assissination." "Feeling a marks body squirm in agony," "Feeling the warm blood on ones face, feeling it on their clothing, their hands, etc. or whatever," "and they are rewarded with viewing the terrified." "The confused, and desperate, searching eyes of thier target, as he struggles frantically, and even hysterically, against someones attempt to take his life."  

"yeah?"
 "but who would use a knife, against someone, when most people are always with a gun?"

"Well," "Although firearms are usually the most desirable weapons to use whenever making a hit." "Knives are excellent weapons as well." "Thier silence is the best thing about them." "The worst is the closeness to the target."

Approach your hit, get within three to four feet behind your mark and assume this stance. Bend your knees slightly with your blade held in your lead hand, while your other hand acts to seize hold of your mark for the knife thrust.
"From behind" 
"Spring forward," sliding your "left arm" over the target's "right arm", "and up" to clamp the targets mouth from below." "Bend him backwards," "Breaking his balance to the rear." "Drive the knife slightly upward under the rib-cage," peircing into the chest cavity to penetrate the heart." "Cut""Side to Side." "Death comes in three seconds." "Unconsceuosness is induced instantly." 

"It's likely common that your target will drop thier weapon, if this happens, make no attempt to prevent any further noises." "Just remain still for a few seconds, and listen for the sound of pursuit." 
"It is most likely these noises will be overlooked." 
"So,"..
"If no sound of pursuit is heard, you can drag or carry them backward out of site."
from behind 

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shit! if they dont put me away, it'll be a miracle.
when ever kenny got us shit on, by that director because of those underground movies. i dropped out too. if it wasnt for Nasty. we would've been green-lighted. i haven't heard from scarecrow in a while or my brother and old crew, but you best believe ol`KJ is out there doing his shit. probobly literally too. somehow, that fucker found his way to being used to make some pornos' for some Nasty.productions.
...well anyways, they had this tard fucker called 'Puggsley,'
"or no wait," "I mean the dudes name was 'Piggsy.'
Anyways they're at this spot filming a scene for this big-ass, bollywood infamous, director, and he's got this tardfucker piggsy on the  movie-set, filming a movie about eating a corpse.So naturally, me and KJ is there, because we brought the body for filming. 
"And sure as shit," "As you would have it. this director says to us; hes going to give fucking 'Kenny' a guest appearrance in this movie. this dude films fucking pornos and shit."  You know kenny always wants anything to do with porno. they had this picnic table-top with no legs on it, set up in the middle of the room. and there's this fat ol`fucker Piggsy standing in; He's all around the set with a chainsaw. He has to always be wearing some kind of sawd off pigs head, for a mask.or he cant get hard or perform or someshit. 
"I liked his committment," really."  
and now you got me and kenny bringing in the meat. Right when we got there with the delivery; that's when this director tells Scarecrow he'll let him make a surprise guest appearance in his little "underground debut".this pig fucker is standing nude with his chainsaw, and starts the motor. he made a cut down the center, from the corpse asshole to the chin. he starts pulling the guts and organs out. then he started skinning the body to get to his meat. piggsy says, "Piggsy's gonna suck your guts!" 
the pig fucker turns around for a split second, maby he was picking something up, or either putting something down." "and dumbass 'fucking' 'Kenneth' 'Jesperson,' our moron fucking Scarecrow fucked everything up. I dont know what the fuck was going through his mind, but after the pig fucker turned around for a split second;
thats when Kenny pulls his fucking pants down; hes bare-assed and dick flopping in the wind; as he straddles over this guys fucking meal, in the middle of the directors movie, or whatever the fuck it was; now hes standing on the table-top in center of the room.  takes a big massive shit right in the open cavity. hes squatting, and straddling this corpse with shit running out, his asshole and got his taint in the frame. the wide-eyed director,turns fucking red, drops his jaw to the floor in a pissed-off rage,furious in disbelief. then this pig fucker turns around and observes what he's just now seen. this pigfucker?""he wont move," "or do anything." "he's just standing there, a loss for words, staring in la-la land at nothing.the whole fucking room is complete silence.
the director is silent;this pig fucker,not a peep.
the camera is just rolling away!
and that dumbass is front row and center, facing away from the framed camera-shot.
and hes only looking over his shoulder back towards the camera with the stupefied expression that claims "I'm an innocent little  cute-ass","with a sweet smile",while his eyes locked on the camera, breaking the 4th wall like a stick of fucking dynomite. 

his puppy dog smile was his innocent petitioning.
the question he was asking was, "did i do good?".
this went for a couple of minnutes;that seemed like forever, before the director lost his fucking shit. and that tard pigg fucker freaked out; ran to a darkend corner.

  'not fair stop!
oh...go away!     
noh' more going home!
piggsy not play n'oh more!
peggzy forget why here!
 piggsy!, you go to bed and asleep!

now, scarecrow is the scat-porn 'journey man' to a cannabal star.

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BONE SALUTE
TO HEADS
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Just standing there watching
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SALUTE TO 
BONEHEADS
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now this director's fucking livid. he obviosly doesnt want any more of kennys dumb shit. that director wanted a green light for fucking his production. but fucking Nasty loved the film and talked the director down. the rumor is that he dont want to use scarecrow or his peple for his productions. when it came back around. They were saying, that the director would go as far as even editing characters out of the final product.
That's fucking hilarious, But i think its bullshit he wouldnt go that far. what did [Name:Censored] say when ever you told him about it?  

not shit!,really. im sure he's glad that KJ was pushed out for him to return. but i know my fucking bro. he's gonna stand behind a smiley. good or bad.

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Late Breaking, and On the Ball! see the indepth interview! 
your trusted Robbeca Chubbeck brings you the facts from the frontline! 

A new bazzare account of the cruelty handed out by the Militant unidentified by officials who claim:"It's not really that surprising he would have this kind of Clockwork Orange sense of sinister humor. they think it's hillarious."
"and alot of trolls on social media agree, and were reported as laughing about this." "They love it, and think it's hillarious."

in a stunning in depth interview with the survivor which described thier whole ordeal said: They kept their eyes on the ground and allowed thier captor to lead. and then picked up a rose with their teeth, on the dip.
as his captor said they would beat the them if he messed up, or stepped out of line. they were beaten after the dance anyways.
source:
"They finished by cutting my nose off with pliers, and things like that
...and then durring that point, that was when i was like What the f___." "I never new such extremes exsisted."

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EX-HOSTAGE: KILLER MADE ME DANCE THE TANGO
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""On the Hour!" "The Tenatious Robbeca Chubbeck, takes you upclose with a CCN exclusive!""

"the inter-american court of human rights ordered the club "A FIFTY-FIVE" to pay reporations to a convicted rapist, $50,000 after whipping him with a faulty recalled device. the outdated device that was used, was from a recalled production line, and was not held up by the standards and practices.
durring the time of the incedent, the victim claims that after being humiliated by the giving and receiving of pleasure from acts involving the reciept or infliction of pain, the practitioners of the sadomasochism were seeking sexual gratification from their acts. the victom describes the ordeal:
 "They did it on purpose!" "The 'A55' failed to inform a member thats its 'practitioner,was with a form of deafness, and accute hearing loss.'" "They knowingly  allowed this physically disabled individual to use the faulty product before causing harm. man says,
 "when I expected this to happen, I never expected this to happen."  
"When ever I had reconized that the product being used was from that recalled line." "I said, "this thing looks strange."   "then They put their hand over my mouth and was like," "shut the f$%k up!" "shut the f#$k up!"
He was wearing a full length skirt, and a tee-shirt, with toe shoes.

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All of her coleagues and coworkers. Every one of at CCN have many things to say 
about Robbeca Chubbeck always on the ball. shes hard nosed and tenatious..she must have some kind of suicidal death wish.when she chases a lead to her story. she's like a Bloodhound on the scent of Blood,She takes the 'hands on' approach journalism, and if she catches that fresh scent of a story. she is known for becomming relentless to hunt it down. sometimes toes get stepped on in the pursuit of the truth.
always looking for that next big story. 
she started pulling threads,after a source came to her about a missing boy. he had been missing for the last 4months when the source approached her. the mother of the missing boy had been ostracized because of her outspoken and strong  beliefs. she was commonly known for her distrust towards authorites and there were some lesser known damning allegations involving several members of the CCPD. the ostracization was more of a political throw of the CCPDs weight. here in lies her problem.after the secretively descreet meeting between Gary Schaffer, and the CCNews Executives. there was some kind of secret Circle Jerk handjob. and then very shorty following their meeting.  the producers were indirectly known to endorse the CCPD and thier affiliates. the CEO's and producers of CCNews do what they can whenever it involves scratching the backs of the CCPD. they keep the boys in blue happy and those CCN researchers and producers have the increased capacity towards gaining a headstart into leads of certain stories, and sometimes an occasional leak. 
the call came though, from up the top of the ladder, about this mother. it was determined that they could not afford to risk putting a microphone in that woman's hand, it was in the realm of possibility that because of her known aggressions and  expressing a rebelliously subversive outlook towards authorities, and their personal political revolution, and curruption.  

there was an official statement of the incident with the missing boy. so they couldn't chop the tree at the roots. when they finally released that official report and the story of the missing boy came out. It would be Gary Schaffer himself to assure that every thing was being done to resolve the situation. his thoughts and prayers were with the missing boy and family. his hopeful expression shown through sadness. he explained that no body has yet been found living or not,so the missing boy might only be lost,but alive.  before and after the the brief segment of explianing the situation, the segment was surrounded and smeared with fluff stories, this effectively drowned out the stories potential traction.
complaints would go full spin for the already exsausted mother of a missing child. Robbeca went looking for trouble with the CCPD she was snooping around, because of the woman and her son being placed on the back burner. they were wanting to arrest her for the scene she was causing, decided not to.
the mother eventually continued rounding the CCN station, and the CCPD station. demanding answers, demanding resaults, demanding a resolution. she was demending her son.
Robbeca was obviously sypathetic to this greaving woman. and her missing child. there is no spoken words,nor anything that can effectively console her greif. unless your saying "they found him. 
when the decision was finally made for the two of them to meet it was agreed  it should be done secretively and private. "why all the cloak and dagger stuff?" "does that make you some kind of super cherry progressive deepthroat?" "or something?"  the womans depressing mood seemed to spirit up. after taking notice she continued the joke. "rob the nob"

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unlocking the door he stepped inside the opening stopping in the center of the threshhold. he was observantly scanning for any irregularities, or anything out of place.
it was obvious that the only thing out of place was in the center of the room.
dissatisfied he watched as she sat with her legs in a proned kneeling position.
she was just sitting with her legs underneath her, and her butt was resting on the floor,between her legs. her hair reached down towards the top center of her back between her shoulder blades.  both of her hands were in front of her covering her face. he couldn't see it, but he knew she was crying. she seemed to be crying alot more recently.

`heey baby,` `cheer up. ok?` she didnt respond. 
he moved into the room over to the bed and then comfortably lounged himself out. he was watching what she would do, but he wanted to see her face.
`dont  you remember when i first got you here.`
`you were nonstop with the questions.` `you wanted to know about all kinds of things.`

she looks at him.

`i told you that i wanted to take you with me every where i went,` 
`but i couldnt.` `not always` `not then`
`you were still too new.`
`i really meant that baby.`
 `i need to be able to trust you, like i know you trust me. i always bring you your food.` `without me you would die.` `i bring you clothes.` `im keeping your family safe.` `im keeping you safe.`
`i knew you were still inexperianced around here, but you've been here long enough` `now to know whats what.`
`come over here and lie next to me. so we can talk.`
`i got you out of all of those old dirty uncomfortable clothes you were wearing.
first it was a cute little dress.` `you were talking to me alot more then.` `you asked me what the new clothes were for.` 
`but you remember.` `dont you sweetie?`
`we were scared of those bad people, you remember dont you.` `i know, i sure was.` `we had to change your old clothes, and the way you look because those bad people would be looking.`

 
"where are those bad people?" finally her response.

`ohhh?''they are out there.''looking.`

"looking for what?"

`what do you think?``silly,``you and me.`
`you remember why dont you.`

"the game?"

`thats right, you remember, you're very smart.`
`im doing every thing to protect you,` `you and your family.`

"maby they arent playing anymore?"

`are you serious?`i wish that were true, `but we've barely even gotten started.`

she started with a growing concerning look. 
"you go outside all the time" "Do you see any of those bad people?"
"how do you know they are bad people?"

`it's ok.``dont feel bad``i've been doing this for a long time,``i remember not to forget.` 
`dont tell me that you've forgotten already?``that's the most important part.`
`it was your idea.`
`you were so polite.``so,sweet,` and very smart`
 `going on, and on, informing me, that you had just recently had your birthday.`  

"but how?""how do you know they are bad people?"

`let me tell you.`
`you are the kid that has to face it.` `its your truth.` 
`theyre watching like a dog.`
 `not a cute puppy either.`

he leaned in close. bringing his face closer to hers. he took his index finger and started tapping the side of his head with a serious inquisitive observation.
`they are very crafty`
`and you are my best friend thats why you need to know these things`
`we went for a walk,``it was just you and me.``you were telling my all about your birthday cake, and presents.``you were so awsome, that i told you my secret. remember?``i told you about the bad people looking for me.``i thought we should go faster and faster,and never slow down. remember?``you werent sure that we could run fast enough, and those bad people could get us then.``that was when you had that great idea.`
`it was all your brilliant idea,`
`you told me we should go hide, because the bad people are excellent seekers.``we went to the secret place remember?`

"that was a game over right?"
`right`
"and the new game started right?"

`yup, when you taught me that we should hide, they were looking for you, now, because it was your idea`
`thats the rules`
`i was so relieved you came along``your an excellent hider` `
if those bad people would have found mee!,` `then obviously, they would have hurt my mommy and daddy,` `i was sure to lose`but you and me we make a great team now`
`we started figuring this stuff out together.` remember?
`what are some of those important things you and me gotta remember?`

"uhhh?,"...."never someone you know?"

`thats right,im glad you remember, thats the easiest way to get caught`

"never somewhere they know?"

sorta close, they already know to look in the places they dont know, so we always go places that you dont know, do you get it? 
thats a super way to hide.do you get it?

"maby we should just tell someone else and let them find where we are?"

he pulled his straight razor out of his side pocket, and started thumbing its sharpness.

`we've already gone over this.``if it helps, i can remind you why that is a 
terrible idea.``you had your birthday not very long ago right?``you're how old now? 
`at first i thought you to be four,``you said "no", `that you've already been four, bud.
` `spread open your legs,``open wide so i can show you something,
 you  need to remember.`

he watched as she placed her feet together and pulled them in very close to her body with a frog pose.
as he leaned over her preparing for an intimate closeness. he placed the razor on the inside of her thigh so that the dole side was touching the skin. the cold surprise made her twitch on contact.
`id hate to lose a person i've grown so attached to, or someone I love now, because of some terrible idea.`
`if they discover you in hiding,
 those bad people, i told you about would take someone that you love, 
`and with a blade just like this one.` `they would start the cuts in small sections and work it slowley down.`

he slowley slid the dole blade moving in
 towards her very inner thigh, into the her spot,
 where the legs are joined inside at the hip. 

he continued. 
'after they finish around here' 
he started making circular movements for her visual explination. 
 `theyed work thier way all the way down back to the toes.`
'they would probably tell her that it was your fault,
 'because your idea was,

 "maby we should just tell someone else, and let them find where we are."

`i dont want that to happen, i know you dont want that to happen` so...

'until the game is over. we stick to the really smart plan,
 'your idea,' 

'you came up with. 

'we'll always hide in places you dont know.`

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are you having a pannic attack?

The prime focus of the house-proud feast is laid out on the table. Set as a dinner for two. As the center of attention, on the table there is a large block of melting ice.
rectangled and centered, now disolving 'twofoot' by "whoops!,""nice! "she slid" 'one and onehalf foot'. 

The evenings' Divertissment was naked,at the centerpoint of convergence. the entertaining main feature would be a climax, found her at Gropecunt Lane for a party favor; a masterpeice de submissio. bound with Barbed-Wire at the wrists. Her arms obviously behind her back. she is standing bare footed and centered on top of the iceblock with a noose secured firmely around her neck. 
there she is  struggling to remain atop, while the evening 'front-and- centerpeice,'  crys with distraught, strickt focus.  salted tears, pouring down her cheeks, blurring her confused eyes in fear,
 This forces yellow, green, snotty mucus and bloody mixxed phlegm in natural descent  flowing down in lines from her upperlip advancing, accross her bottomlip, under the chin continueing down.
her combining fluids became a  saltysnot, extra busy, freeway; travleing the obviously frequent drived expressway, of her exquisit figure toward her tit. the weight and gravity caused a growing dribble to form on her left nipple now.   

Mr.Nasty sat in revelment in observance of the table.
there was a growing voyeur arrousal taking in the voluptuous inundate. 

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clint comfortably  repositioned accross from where 'Nasty.'was sitting. 
breaking his peircing silence in aquiesce.  
,,,,"well the standard productions are usually pretty demonetized"

"What does that mean?""usually?" Clint was concerning,while
Nasty slid him a tape around the centerpeice.

"Dont ruin the Lust"

"whats this?"
His Horse-power was Giddy with excitement. he openly accepted the gift from Nasty.
"ohhhh!"....."There we are!" "I see our little freind,"
"I knew you'd show!" "Waking the Dead?" "are we?"
"Well," "I already provided the entertainment for tonights meal." 
"but I suppose if you'd rather have dinner and a movie,instead?." "I can oblige you!"

"no,no!" "It's not that!" "I just thought you would like to see where your last thing was going."
"you really put yourself into it with effort", "so, I went ahead and made you a little surprise."
Nasty was trying to stay direct with his responses without too much leading.

Clint wanted distance from Nasty's accepted Dominancy. 
He flushed it from his insides.
"I rarely like surprises"

"Well"..."I think you'll apreciate this one."
"I know, you remember, when I told you a while back that I would get you eventually working with a associate bigdeal from Bollywood." "you were salivating""Back when ever you heard that"."It was still only in a  "potentially phase", of "possibly" working some higher quallity better production style". "I couldn't tell you then, the Directors name, Because I didn't want to jinx it." 
"Well"..."it's "officially", "unofficial;" that now "Lionel Starkwhether" is ready to do production mashups with Valiant."
"When we were talking things over." "He was questioning where his quality productions would sit at Valiant."
"He wanted to see something that was veritial, and Visceral" he was impatient and excited." "All I had with me was the footage you gave me from your last kanoodling." "When he got ahold of your  prereleased footage." "He started slobbering at the chops."and that was just a little preappitizer taste, then he was already idealizing shit, having what he said were quality ideas to "up""the""poduction""value."
He assured me that he wouldn't pervert your artistic integrity", But he also made me alittle uneasy when he  wanted to do a slight edit". "In the words he used, He said", "He only needed a few days." "so  I went ahead and gave him two weeks,for professional courtesy.
"Well,""Any ways", "I got this."....... 
he pointed at the VHS Clint was holding.
 "You know Valiant always keeps the original hard copy. 
"But", what you have there in your hands is the very first copy, for reproduction."

"Well", "Shit!"
"Now I've gotta see what all the Hell he did.""Do you want to watch it with me?" 
"Should I worry about it?

his conversational center peice wasn't joining in the conversation. she wasn't trying too, nor would she,even if she had wanted too. while she was slipping to stay afloat on top. one of her feet took a bannana peel slide for the worse. she started to gag, and the quick involuntary jerk action was starting to bleed because she ripped some more of her arms flesh with the barbed wire hold. clint couldn't help himself when it came time to indulge. "tsk"-"tsk"-"tsking" "ohhh dear," "it will all end in tears at this rate." 

Nasty didn't loose his train of thought watching clint verbally correct his submissio;peice de resistance. 

"no!,"..."It's nothing to fancy.""and You don't need to worry about it".
"from what've seen of it already."
"It should be rewarding, and memorable." 
"It should even excite the senses"."He used his connections to get the Press Prerelease""as an editorial addition."

Clint was still looking at the VHS he was holding with confusion.
"What do you mean?"  

"Well","Basically,".... "In short," 
"The CCPolice inspired the CCNews with the idea that they should hold something back convincing them of a leak."
"the CCP  will be giving them something that is considered good to the C.C.News," "But it would be something that they shouldnt make public for awhile." 
"It's fucking great." "after your videos' release," "comes an authenticity factor from a pressed leak." 

"How did that blow over?" "You know those media whores cant keep any thing secret."

he watched her feet desperately abound at mounting on the platform ice stand.
 "This was done as a favor by them.""to the News from C.C.P.D." "It was the Directors' Connection," "His connection told the CCN that they would get the exclusivity to some special inside information," As long as they kept it back until they were ready."  

she was coasting along with her desperate attempts to relieve the tension of her neck. Her movements were untrusting on her doubtful pedestal. Finnaly her self infliction from resistance to submit to the expiration of her body,
the blood and sweat was running down her back from the dimple of her ass curving en route with the vermilion cruor coagulating in gravity. it was still advancing the inside of her leg, onward to the slow melting ice nadir.

Clint got up from the table and walked into the joining room. 
When he returned. He was wheeling with him; a rolling tray stand with a TV/VCR on the top rack. After he Plugged in his setup. He fed the VCR tape into the hungry Cassette Entrance. Its' auto-play feature started running  Its function.
 After the Auto-tracking completed and the last few lines of static rolled out of frame. His feature began to play. Excitement was growing.
So He continued with an interested smile. 
"Heeeey!"
"What do'ya know?""It's new! and improved."
 "and"
   "It's not even half bad for the production value."
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 "Here is a suburban community in morning from the aftereffects of a murderers attacks," "which have left a psycological scar so deep." 
"that those residents' lives, will never be the same.

a 4 to 5 year old boy, whose naked, battered body was found in a bassinet box in the north east of Carcer City  between Rocksnorth bay and Darkwoods.
he is being called "Carcers Unknown Child." his identity has never been discovered.

the boys naked body, wrapped in a plaid blanket, was found in the Darkwoods area inside a cardboard box which had once contained a bassinet of the kind sold by Carcer City Mall located in East Los Albos. 
The boys hair had been recently cropped, possibly after death, as clumps of hair clung to the body. There were signs of severe malnourishment,extreme physical and sexual abuse as well as surgical scars on the ankle, and groin, and an L-shaped scar under the chin.
The Official Cause of Death has been determined as Homicide By Blunt Force Trauma.

The body was first discovered by a young man who was checking his muskrat traps. Fearing that the police would confiscate his traps, he did not report what he had found. A few days later, a college student spotted a rabbit running into the underbrush. Knowing that there were animal traps in the area, he stopped his car to investigate and discovered the body. He too was reluctant to have any contact with the CarcerCityPolice, but he did report what he had found the following day.

The Police recieved the report and opened an investigation. 
The dead boys fingerprints were taken, and the Police at first were optimistic that He would soon be identified. However,no one ever came forward with any useful information.
 Many tips and theories have been advanced in the case. Although most of these have been dismissed,some theories have generated considerable interest among the police and perspective media.
a theoretial hypothisis, gathered by a forensic artist developed a theory that the victom may have actually been raised as a girl. this theories' claim infers that the boys abductor may have cut the boys distintive long hair in an effort to conceal his identity.the boys Haircut which appeared to have been done in haste, deduced by the childs unprofessional haircut,this was the basis for this scenario, also further leading this theory as well was the appearance of the eyebrows having been styled. forensic artist released a sketch of the unidentified child with long hair, reflecting the strands found on the body.
 
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after watching the beginning edits and hype promotional prepress release, He kept it playing in the Televisions'view, while he fast-forwordded through. now his feature is gaining on the end of his movie. 
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Mr.Nasty looked at Clint to gage his reaction towards every thing.
"Well?"..."

Clint was the first to play ball and aquiesce his approval.
"It's kinda neat!"
 "and Most importantly, it should be fun."
"Tonight I'll watch the whole thing 'front to back.'" 

he took his ice pick sitting infront of him, and brought it down on to the block of ice, into the crevace between her 'big and longtoe'. Now her shakey coasting was halted for the moment of relief, when Her toes reflexively pinched, and grabbed the icepick for support. she reassesed, and repositioned herself; slightley reducing the tension to her neck.While he retrieved the mallet which had been left lying stationary next to the iceblock.
 After gaining a comfortable swing possition. He started to tap the pick. gently chipping for his renewed refreshment. each tap was brimming and relaxed.    
he noticed her desperation.
"I love you darling," "your daddy loves you"
"Baby!"
"Daddy forgives you,"...."Really,"....."He Does."

Nasty was still sideways splitting the ends to sell it to him.
"It will be sensational, and a popular replete." 
"With adultery," 
"..."and sudden Death."

 quickening to her repositioned advantage. the diversion fractionally allowing for a better amount of circulation to return.
 
her body was naturally and reflexively ressisting in non-submission to die. the pick that was essentially eating away at her melting timer gave her
a solid foothold.this object of torture was her savior.
its inevitable for her dying body natural reflex.
she decided she wanted to converse now.
her salty running tears were reaching faintly at the flesh under the taught rope noose.

"Please!""I Have a Family!"
her gulp was a pleading action,denying submission. this was a flagrant abomination on top of her one woman perch.  
"Pleh!"..",!"I'll give you money!" "WHATEVER YOU WANT!"
"PLEEASE!?"(eek!)"IM SORRY!" 
"I'M!" (ungh!) "SOO!" "SOOO!" "SORRY!"
the snot bubble on her right nostral; popped and returned and the traffic-delay was in full flow on her freeway. 
with the natural direction to her nipple. he was eyeing between her naked thighs.  "Slippery when wet" would've been a great sign to put on that wall,he thought, or "Watch Ice"  
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"
"DON'T KILL ME!"
"PLEASE LET ME GO?!!"
(ungh!)
"I'LL DO ANYTHING,(geh!)I SWEAR!"
"PLEASE?"

His power of a perfect dominance was ruined 
now a time of stagnance. thinking naturally, he will question This naked cunt. he introverted the thought to him self, but spoke directly at Nasty. 
"Are those fighting words?"
"It's the voices."I never meant to hurt you",."You just kept making me think those thoughts".
he was watching for pink.
"Hey!""HEY!!""HEY!!"
"You little fucking tease!,"....." he hits it just a little bit.
"Don't be scared,""I'll be right there,"
"Before YOU CAN SCREAM FOR HELP!!," "YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"
yeah, YOU FILTHY! SLUT!! "Leading me on like a young tart!"
"" "tsk"-"tsk"-"tsk"
"Daddy understands","Baby!,""he really does." 

"tsk"-"tsk" 
internally his flood gates were widening.
his nights unwilling exhibitionism participant,managed to clearify into the dark of an iceskating figurine icecapade.      

"Be good,"... "and Dance for Daddy"...."

"DANCE!"....

"FOR!!""DADDY!!!"
"YOU STINKING WHORE!!!"
"This is gonna be so special!"

patiently waiting for the ipsation flow of her combined tears, blood, and snot to continue, and commence the carpool overflow lane of express traffic. 
"I Know your Watching Me."
he knew realistically that her eyes were fucked-off from forcing hypoxia.
catching a breif relax  observing the stationary. 
His icebunny figureine. 
"Tick"Tock"
a stimulation comming from private speculation  
bodily effluvia  dribbling down from her lips at the cusp of her inner thighs' gap. this was surpassing anything that was before.

you've gotta respect the midieval answer to the call of the middle age.

automatic blood mixxed dribble, was when the middle ages rise. 
he wanted to restore it to it's former purity.
before the period of decline 

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your little show was the bounce back for that director.

what? why?

scat..

what did someone shit on him or somethin?

hes been twisted since the smiley delivery thing.

smiley?

yeah,...?didnt you hear what happend?with scarecrow?
fuck that bitch ass. if you havent already.

why the fuck would i give two shits about the scarecrow,that?

thats your little buddy you used to run around with,aint it?.

WHO?.. now concerning interest. 
 

you really havent heard then? huh?
I know that you used to run with [Name:Censored] and his people? 

i havent fucked with any of them in so many a fucking day. 
not since the chapter was original.

i used to be real fucking tight with zeke. him and his fucking kinfolks  were real fucking tight" motherfucker [Name:Censored] was a realass dude. and he fucking shaddow. zeke would fuck everybody's headup, and then he got em. trained. always there, pretty solid,. i didnt really fuck with them all the time. 
zeke was forreal my fucking people.

ahhh! a boy and his dog. how sweet.
is that how you got fucked in the head.

fucking zeke?,'dudes the fucking truth. when i was around way long before the scarecrows connections to a higher table, took control. 
His Cousin [Name:Censored] was pretty twisted before him.
. when they were little, their mom dissapeared on em'. Because their mom's were sisters naturally they all glaumed together. [Name:Censored] is now the middle child between ol'ezekiel Hastings and his little brother Danan adrian ulandre
 
 they wanted the power of fame. before they were really even the smileys thats the reason i went my own way. "When i see the Iceburg approaching the Titanic." he took a hard efficient swing into the icepick lopping off a heavy 45 degree angle from a whole quarter section of his iceballerinas ice-scating ring.
"Relax!", "Just"Relax!" "Feel it?" 
she was sqwirming with alot less to play with.

Nasty was listening and inching his approach.
"Yeah... but that doesnt explain the Holy Trinity."

well,long ago.
you've gotta respect the midieval answer to the call of the middle age.

[Name:Censored] was that middle ages rise. zeke brought in a fucking ghost. 
to learn how to take out the garbage. 

      
they wanted to be famous. i prefer to be infamous. 
you know what they say. a family that preys together ties the motherfucker up and flayes together. 
no?

fucking  the reason i  

led all of them to the promise land. Scarecrow took em' to hell.   

why you fucking cant stand him?

its not really even that.
 i just go way the fuck back with the first chapter. 

they havent been a fucking chapter in a long ass time.
they've been made legit for a long time now. that was scarecrow.

yeah, maby but with out the blue blood crow. my boy zeke and [Name:Censored] are the mother fucking truth. like i said i know all of them, even though i wasnt tight with dude and his lilbro.[Name:Censored]
and eziekiel

i burned off from any of them, long before they let that dipshit take the wheel.  
 

no! no! not even on that. didnt you hear what happened with scarecrow.?

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shes slipping away 
time is running out
i feel you downing, i can see you drowning.
its getting colder
she was my saviour
fall away from here

your slipping away

run for cover
and dont fall in

every now and then i fall, every now and then i lose control
every time i stare into your eyes
ill run and youll hide. 
every time i stand your who lies

the split in her arm started. 

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"ohhh".."yeah?""by the way?" 
 

"Yeah?!!"...

that director said that when theres a need for something special your in.

 what openings would he want to use me?

does it matter?  
sometimes he might want some party favors.and sometimes he might have a party that has favors.
"and not only you," "he knows The "Baby Faces" chapter can deliver value." 

theres alot of money to go around Jules. 

his subconscious quintessence fluttered.
HELLO MY NAME IS: 
     CUNT 
this could get interesting.

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

'when ever it was'

ambiguous to approach, lifting dead weight,from the legs to let down pressure from the swing.

bringing the pedulum to a final stop.

lifting tension, he noticed 'a thick flowing crimson', poured from a missing ear.

a slowing of the heavy stream of blood went down the side of his head across one side of his body, gravitating from the front of his sholder.
blood engulfed his shirt, passed through the lining of his pants.
 catching a final violent vermilion string, flooding to the ground durring swing.   
on first reflection of the situation.

observing the cause of the blood flow,. thoughts of a spoiled child with a ketsup bottle; flinging ketsup around,
 with the intent of drawing a picture to an unaware mother, 
 one of those anxiety-seperation fits of rage. 
  they clean up nice after;pictures.

 the inundation happend when the missing-wire from the piano,which he used around his neck,did'nt miss, and lopped off his left ear;
making the distance, of that final step. 
his self infliction, left no one to play the piano he was stepping from.

"""""""""
the valiant sound-tensation of over-head beams sounded off violently 
with overture of the knotted rope.
"an over stretched rope,about to give out."

the sound-tensing from the overhead beams 
 "about to give in to pressure" 
""""""""""
that inocuous fly broke silence
VvzZzZzVvVvzzZzz....

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overcast sets in,a delighted moon eclipse 
a single strobe tree rooted from the sky
giving the allusion it might grow to the ground

letting off that single clap of thunder.

--
the sound rang  out of the wind. 
rolling away,
impressing as intoning spirits with their hands cupped around thier mouths 

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 stepping in momments after,
 caught the kenetic swing losing its pendulation.
the umbra fluctuated with its increase, decrease, and the shaddow on the wall
 expanded and detracted.

 a deep inveterate,swang.
 vacillation while advanceing observation.

inocuous fly breaking silence
VvzZzZzVvVvzzZzz....

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THE END 
   IS NIGH!

                                                          
to be continued:

    TOO BE OR NOT TWO BE
     C O N T I N U E D? 
    WAS THIS DOUBT EVEN A QUESTION

                        *
                          
THE END 
   IS NIGH!

the over ranking Cerebros officer incharge of the extraction of vincent,
 threw a black-bag over the head of vincent sending him into a blinding black hole.  
one of the lower recruited Cerebros approached vince from the back taking orders with a flawless excecution 
to the devistating blow on the back of his head. His well placed rogue strike lacked  any need to question his 
contact engaging on vincent at aproach, with his one swift,fluid motion,He remained at the ready-stance 
holding his weapon on high alert, The one incharge stood by calmly and proud with trust as he enstricted, 
more of the dog barks from the bite of his debreiffing orders.
 
 the current dog bark woofed from his new strap-classification of the current one debreifing. 
Vince couldn't make out the slightest heads or tails from the syphon comming through the Cerebros Lead I.O's 
helmet radio. But it made no difference when his pup-bite is worse than the bark.

  "Starkwhether said this ones done"  the marked C-S2 spurted at the other two holding vince from the arms,
"the bag-boy is in place,Sir, flag retreival is complete, and we have a team standing by for orders of delivery 
Sir" "This Contract is completion ready for delivery, Sir". "Black-Site drop"
  He almost couldn't finish the statement of his completion, Whenever his I.O. incharge experted in his rage 
filtering through his communication syphon. 
     
      "Your little Cocksucker's almost Dead anyways, I Dont Give A Fuck!!Dixmore is not HIGH FUCKING PRIORITY!!"
      
 Starkwhether's contact pushes clear through "Listen to ME and understand, You PEICE Of SHit. Your men are being fairly compensated. with that bonus for N.D.A. as the contract sits, "So Don't!!Fuck This shit up". or Major heads will roll before 
your precious CAMERAS!...
 "OR 
OUR HOLDER OF THE COMPLETION ESGROW CAN HAVE YOU AND YOUR MEN DISSAVOWED; YOU WOULD THEN BE TERMINATED 
WITH EXTREME DISCRIMINATION AND THAT MEANS TO YOU! WIPED OFF THE FUCKING PLANET..!!!"              
"Just have him at The Atypical Pathology in the Black-Site DIXMORE,as agreed, or the contract is null..."
 Vince didn't make the end of the transmition, He knew that he was fucked-off anyways, and being pissed-on, 
when he heard the final layers of static from the changing frequency.
     the S2 spouted to another cohort.   "Some New Project" or "some shit" 
    "according to starkwhether's contact, "its some kind of TOP-STRAP CLASSIFIED SHIT."
 "they're selling this fucker to some Classified Contract now,he's an A.OA disavowed."
 "SOME'"EYES ONLY"'NEXT LEVEL SHIT!" "The Directors" 'associate client' is reticent of the contract, and called it,
 "THE PROJECT'ULTRA:Classified''Umbra 7c", "Some fucking thing doesnt sit right".
"It's this whole cunt queefing mess." "If This Project is so fucking Deep STRAP-TOP-SECRET, then that means 
"The Government wants us to just Hide thier fucking closet skeletons now."
 "Just get this closet-case cocksucker skeleton motherfucker as far the fuck away from us to this DIXMORE Black-Site
before the expiration,So we can get Paid." They are waiting to intake process their precious [PATIENT:197810374]
That was the last thing Vincent ever heard after the sharp bee sting pressing into his restrained arm.
    
    Then he felf himselt slipping bakcwards from consciousness into the darkness and the abysm of time.

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      "Subject "A", "is far too dominant"...... "Motor muscles at rest"......."pupillary dilatation complete"

""welcome back,.....""  ""Hows your Head?""
""glad to see you're back with us," "we're expecting a full recovery.""

    ......WHUH?... What are You.?.
""You know you're our First and we've been waiting for you," "after your recovery we're expecting you to get back 
to work." "since we're so apreciative of you," "we'll let you rehabillitate at your home, and give you some time off," 
"atleast untill your recovery,"
"Instead of making you eat this terrible food."

With a smile the balding Doctor, leaned in close and placed a friendly 
hand on his shoulder.
"Besides bed-side manner is terrible here." "with the staffing being in shorter supply", 
"we can't afford too many Greiviences",
"Not enough staffing to handle those work loads",  the doctor jokingly winked at him through his dark siver framed glasses. 

"your Wife.." 
"She has been worried sick about you......."

     "My?..", "My Wife?"... 
"What are you talking about?"

"Of course, Dr.Lamb."
"you've been married for the last three years."

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember very much."

"That's Okay Daniel." "It's because of your work.".  

"My..Work.?.. what are you talking,ab..."

"As one of Americas leaders in Neuroscience you had to remember alot."
"It's okay to get alittle confused."
"I suppose from your treatment as lined out by your brilliant work, your head might be a little "fuzzy"......"

              
"I think I have extreme Anterograde amnesia, with disassociative fugue states due to trauma". 
"probably memory distrust".

The silent woman wearing the Doctor's lab coat was holding her clipboard in front of herself.
 she finally decided to speak. 
"That is one way to put it; Thats very impressive."
"You've been taking notes."
perhaps you might even find yourself with a feeling that as you try to grasp something, it slips right back out.
memories of faces, names, birthdays, aniversaries,even perhaps places you have been".
"don't get discouraged"; with improvement,the neurons of your implanted memories, will calibrate, and you will 
find yourself again. Try to grasp things more-less difficult." "let that happen naturally."  
"as for your wife she has been informed", "she knows what is occuring concerning your work condition,and recovery."
"she knows to be patiant with you, over the lags in memory. maby even not be so hard on you for the occasional
 accidentily missplaced memory.

The Balding Doctor was Wearing an athoritive lab coat, and was beaming a playfull smile, whenever he spoke again.
 "maby a birthday?", "or even a forgotten anniversery.?"
 "Your welcome" the doctor said with a playful jest.
  
"she's worried about you and very excited to see you".
"now" "here is your Identification Badge. your wife will be along shortly to get you and take you back home".......
 "Didn't you tell me?, not very long ago that you and your wife were realy excited to start a new family?"

 "Uh.i don't kn.." he stopped himself from finishing his confusion. 

"Uhh..yeah", "I guess so,.."I'm sad to say it, but really I'm not too sure of much right now..."cant remember"'
  "I feel strange, and "yeah,..."I guess."static or fuzzy" is a good word", "but you're right". 

 "I'm sorry this Might Seem Like a Stupid question", "but'...."What was your Name again?.."

                                 
         "'Im Dr.Pickman', 'and this Beautiful Intellagent Woman, is named Dr.Whyte"'
        "I know,you'll remember soon enough, I've been your close personal freind,and mentor" 
    "for years now on your brilliant work."
        "and Dr.whyte here?, she introduced you to your beautiful wife."
             "'now!",.....'"don't leave your wife waiting too long,..."go start your family"

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 "Good Work.." Dr. Whyte was now venting success.
"Well Pickman, you've done it..." "5-26" "is flawless".
"his Magnetic Resonance Imaging came back unremarkable,Your bridge placement was a perfection,"....

  "how secure is that asset in play?.."

Dr.Pickman resounded quickley and very direct.
"She's one of the best we've got"..."and one of our most trusted operatives,she came highly recomended 
from the Agency,"... "she will watch him very close."
"besides that inclusion about starting his family,"The positive reinforcement stimuli will help in the 
recovery seating process of the bridge.""The triggered ego will reaffirm itself abrogating the preexsisting essentia". "any remnants of the preexsisting persona are desentagrated".  
"we don't have any issues with him trusting us,nor should we".
"the spouse operative asset has already been thouroughly briefed, and she's very reliable."
"any acumen relating to the psyche of the previous personality are nonexsistent. PATIENT:197810374 GPREJDO 5270134" 

"Im telling you no one is here!"...."Vincent D. le'Roy" is no more"."
  

Dr.Laura Whyte questionably remarked her concerns to her college.
"have you written down in the official reports of the variables,
 for the addition of a spouse wife operitive?"
"this could potentially change the effective outcome for his N\K- programming."
"this is a perfected science."

Annoyed by the allusive questioning of his competence. Dr.Pickman made quick retort of the inquirey.
   "Dont tell me how to do my Job, You just do yours." "We already have a proper terrapin protocal in place for assimilation".
"This will induce the subject into a deep hypnotic state.""I think you will be able to handle this one quite easy".
 "It is operationally active, and very effective for deactivation of the weapon." 
 
Dr.Whyte skimmed over her noted documents.
   "yes", I have that chain coding here in my notes.." 
 She gave a slight smile when a paper-clip flung away from her, flipping through the documents.
 She raised her eyebrow as the words flowed from the crack of her mouth.
"What seest thou else in the dark backward and abysm of t-" she didn't have to finnish saying the imbedded phrase before
her eurika spoke Rhetorically. 
         "THE TEMPEST?"
  

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    BASEMENTS AND MY
    REWARD HAS TAKEN
    W I L E.YS TAUNTED
    BLAMESEVERYE
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"Do it"
enraged and sitting in his god-seat, at the helm of a wall of monitors. 
Lionel Starkwhether spit and stomped at the interpolating screens with a pissed-off contention 
and only a few spotted waves of static.

Chief of Police, Gary Shaffer smirked at the display, and then spoke up.
"What's the matter, lionel?" "not what you were expecting?"
Shaffer leaned forward on his elbows, and as he leaned in; slyd another smile, then placed his hand to 
the side of his head. 
teasing the words at the director, with a smug look.
  " "lot"more than you can handle?"..."

Starkwhether was pissed but didn't let it show by turning around to indulge Schaffer.
He clenched his mouth shut and spoke through his teeth.
"You just do your fucking job" "and get it done"
"Your moneys all there."

Shaffer rolled his eyes and raised his voice.
"It's not only the matter of money." my boys could always just recover it by betting on how long", 
"before you fuck this up".."
"They want to be sure that your shit storm can pull through, they want a guarentee this asshole,"
 "before throwing your dogs another bone."
 

Starkwhether responded quickly.
"I said" "its all fucking there"... "didn't I?"
"do you want to see yourself out?"or are you going to stay and pull fucking pud?" 
"I've got work to do"
As the director finished talking. A shaddowed Cerebros stepped out from a darkend corner of the room. 
He was holding his rifle at the ready. The room tensed up, But he stood by calm with his silent alert targeting.

Gary spoke to a pissed-off starkwhethers' back, "It's being taken care of" 
"You might have clientele money, But don't you fucking forget. Who the fuck you're talking too."
without looking back the director spit clear and loud.
"DO IT!!!" being dismissive of Police Chief Gary Shaffer, and talking to the monitor.
Shaffer closed the verbal gap in aquiesce.
"It's already in root." "As long as all of this shit pans out."

Gary lifted the phone from the table, and rang out a number. after the few short toned rings on the other end, 
the phone call engaged.

"Yeah?".."Hello?"

"Your're on"
"I'll have you together after."
After he hung up the phone. He moved towards the exit.
Speaking in the direction of Starkwhether glancing at the screens. 
"I dont need to be here anymore", "Your trash is being dumped."
"I'm not going to stay and hold your fucking hand for this" 

"What's The matter Garry?, Don't you like watching your own handy work?"
"Don't leave the door open on your way out."

As Shaffer made his stride for the open door,
The Cerebros standing alert spoke up. 
"He's ready for a Change over,sir"
"He will regain his consciousness mommentarily"..."

Starkwhether brought a small feed of [T:C:R:] from a bottom corner screen, to the main one infront of him.
The only thing visible was a man lying down in a room, opposite of the camera facing him. 
He stood up weak and slow. He was holding his head staggering for the door..
the director leaned into his microphone and pressed a button.
the light indicating on, illuminated a light red glow.

 
"HEY,TOUGH GUY!" 
    "Wake up!"
"You're not dead.""Well, Not yet anyway."
 "You're getting a second chance,"another throw of the dice"
"As far as the world is concerned" "You died back in the chamber,"justice was served"
"James "Earl" "Cash""is rotting in Hell."

"HEY!"HEY!"HEY!""Get a Grip!" "and CAlM DOWN!"
"Your probably suffering from shock anyway" "I'm here to help."

"Pick up the Earpeice," 
 "Put it on."
  "Go on."..."

"Thats better."... 
"Now Only you can hear me","And that's the way you're gonna want it", "
"Because I'm your only way out of here."...

"HEY!"HEY!" "Easy,""Look!"
"It seems you've had an unexpected repreive", 
"Now do exactly as I say","And I promiss this will be over" "Before the Night is out"...

"These Streets are being patrolled by Gangs","they're Scum" "Just like you", 
"and they're here to hunt you down", "and "Cut you up"..
"I'll try to direct you as best as I can, but other than that,""You're on your own.""It's up to you."

"O.k"....
"Are you Ready?" 
  "Camera..."
         "ACTION!"

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What about installation : INSTRUCTIONS

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WHATS ON YOUR TCR:

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M A N H U N T
             TCR:00:MO:ME:NT:23:00
the Few          "last moments of"  
   Missing Star                   96
the only remains of a soon tobe disavowed contract were an
updated                                     
SPRING/WINTER catalog and our shooting star of david,
found entranced and fully covered in a pool of blood,
catalog glued to the ceiling with the main atraction's
face and hand blown off still twitching.
 His empty sawn-off barrel pointing
towards the ceiling smoking.
 
 the thunder-clap sound that was missed,just went off,
"God Fucking!FUCK!"
"Fucking DAMN It!!", "I'd DUCK!" "i fucking coulda used that shit,if I coulda stopped him, from eating it",...
 his last meal in testinemt.
It's not much left now for what its worth. that this here, and right now, is right here, and now' all that remains.
from the unfinnished expectations gone awry.
only a corpulant lost contract...

the body began to slump, and fall forward,
when something else caught his eye.
paranoid In his peripheral surphlexion. he was ambiguous to suss out the discovery.
stepping foward,he was aproaching with a cautious reserve. he'd kept eyeballing the vermilion blood-stained catalog losing its hold from the stickum of fresh crimson glue that'd spattered the ceiling.
A few twitching dots rolled in their lined static across the glowing tv;"still on."
It's become one those parciple "coup~de~grace's" always adding an insult to injury.
 Ironically it gave light to the impartiallity of the front cover.

introverting as the words of the "first few" 'back-pages' and it's visible filth; "SPRING/WINTER" the catalog....

'"wow' thats onehell of a mind blower."'...
sadistic focus and reading its depravity were returning into view,
as
 he read,
      it said....

 
---- -------------------------------- -----           ----------------------------- -------------------------

 Dear consuming survivor,
                                                        
                          2a-?                   "INTRIGUE NOW, A SECRET SPECIAL OFFER!!"
                            to:desperate men
                        one, do the times call four a Ua2a desperate resolution.
           your  2a problem which has a, 4a  man's sollution..
                        
                          or.. are you a 4 mesuring up to   
                     ,yoU-are a too,mesuring up a 2a one Desperate man in need fora xolution?
                                                  
                ( dxC4dM=  4a u1,2 )
                ' your resolution '   
                          
                             
                    when desperate times call foura desperate mesure :4a =answers:the calls to-a man in need no name.  
                                                              returning: To:A-in need     From: mercy for-A man with no-name  

 u1's solution 2a  = 4a:anwser salutes to-a complex equasion              

                                       
                                       WHO TURNS YOUR AVOCATION INTO OCUPATION:?
                                       :("C*******") a.k.a 4a, 'D7 redaction
                        "Blacked-out-'"Name' "- --"for your Protection.
                                        
                                                             
          are uA1?,
    or...
            are you A-two,?...in U a-one,Ua, in to desperation
      
      ....u2 desperate 4a-man with no name xolution.

  return :A-two-A A-three-AA,man   to a man for aaC

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bb-2a returns =CER32RO  

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            To:N\y numb.one,
                                CarcerCity Stories from the UNDERGROUND                             

                               A:0'ldie but a goldy
                    no pervation forA Sadist.And.Masicist.        
                              
               a way cunning nights in philis
                

------------                   David loves you first,
                                            n.e.ways SAM, 1827
                               inGeorgous with your Gorrilla duck tape
                                     articulate Painters welcome to exhibition
                           from invite RSVP  only.                                                    
                            

>if anything        but death departs

                    From:N\e To:You
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Tonight,his name was Clint Shargio; atleast it would be, and for Tonight it is sufficient.
actually tonight, he enjoyed this; his name being clint;
because if given the oppertunity to write his name tag
the close lettering and Font size of his free-hand writing, would
show up as
    "CUNT"
he really didnt mind much because thats the way he saw himself; This is the way the world would view him, if the world could see him...
Hello my Name is
      "CUNT"

consideration if they could see him. thinking if only they could.
he turned his ciggerette over with the filter end down. standing the lit-end up. burning it down onto the street curb.
he's observing that anytime he would stand one up on its end,was like flipping a sand timer although after deducing, rushing wasnt important.

He was verry alert, and quite murcurial; for tonights seamless intrusuion.
he was a real son of a bitch,you see?

He'd finnally recieved his very own "Hello My Name Is:" status. He knew to keep the status-quo with his pride of Integrity.
The variables were already worked out. especially since he'd been there many nights before,...watching.
always watching.
he was calm and collective; cold and ruthless.

eventhough a natural flippant personality seemed inconsistant.
 He would never lose his cool composure durring one of his,
"Hello My Name is "CUNT,""midnight commutes."
or atleast thats what he would call them, if he ever spoke abouthis violent hush terms in such few expletives.
this madness would stem from his downwarding spiral of repulsion for ignored life. Ignorance is bliss in the perverse thought.

"who is?"..""it?",
"or"
"who is?"..."that?"
as so,"they" would say.
who are "they" that says who is the "it?"
Forget it,
          lets just go for now.

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worries not Vincent

along years back. Vincent,before moving to what he would refer to as his own little toilett in carcer shitty.
he lived quite pacified. he was currently in a small northern rural area,in a peacefully fun loving subburbanite natural outpost,
the locals called this  suburbanite-ville. In those WonderYears, 'The"Cottenmouth Flatts" were still referred to as that, when ever they still called it happy.

Those lulling presentiments that were lacking, were  few.
 'Blissfully, in those 'yeti-rare' occurances. It became more often than not, the greeting.
the infrequently, and the "once in a blue mooners." who are also the convieniently roadsiding assholes. they were those fortunate enough, or, more-or-less "unfortunate enough," to make a 'wrong turn,'
or eventually even make a missguided tour; from taking the 'wrong turn exithere pass;' they were delving through a wonderfull low-population. the often spoken and unheard motto would say, "whoops, "You've made a Wrong Turn", and "Dont Turn Back Now." remembering That Greeting sign really had an intrepid 'in-town-moto'
would read its salutations, "We abide to those looking for the humble abode"...
this static mesmurize will cling in the mind.

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CLINT we have a surprise for you   
Your personalized RSVP n'Kace returned from/to  our: numb.one.
wheres our sweet little white rabbit,
             we're aquainted to make the vennison,Worry not!

Dear Consuming Survivor
(Hello My Name is:   ) we have a surprise for you.
 it doesnt get twisted.
    youre quite a nuessants, and from to the Devil belongs in the dtails..
 MmmmM are Nasty. and now thinks2you ltrafucked
the menace,"as you are. are the"un-just 'now';or so you 'were',
atleast that "they" "would be" if just comes as soon as it would be,
"you're now our new" most common consideration"
now form this newly  aquired inception.

 four A  eye does not lack four-a better word for aquaintances.
But now! of'whome', those aquaintances,'were' once only known to you, as "THEY", but now to "you." those known as"they",..being refered to, would naturally, now call themselves "they" your newfriends.
 

   CLINT, affirmed this new thought and it stuck a splinter into his mind. cold sweat watered him, and sank his adrinolin to the pit of his stomach. Right now that sinking feeling did not dawn from any Fear, or His inevitable binding demize infered as a fatal departure.
 'acceptance over denile,'formed a solidified, concrete awareness.

"Hello My Name is CUNT," and this would eventually become a progressive fated casualty.
regaurdless of Mr.Nasty's cryptic taunt salutation....
if annihilation were impuned on him, then his new found DoorWay into Hell, would only make this his affliction. His very own
 downward spiral,even with his descent into maddness. He knew the climax of what was approaching for himself.

 "Breaking the Rules:results in Reprecautions."
he swam to the letters finish, [getting lost]
 too much excess, his head stammered with static;
 memories were flooding,..  
in a flash
..... a blur....
a bead of sweat..

        .......Feeling...

                    he was peering through what he could still see, a gaping blood spatter, stained on the wall.
 retaking notice of his disassociated and the former deceaced. it Blew his mind that he didn't seem to mind very much about him making 'heads-or-tails' of the detritus Spring/Winter remnants; he modishly last-worded nothing. when he left this behind.

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the Few          "last moments of"  

   Missing Star                   96

the only remains of a soon tobe disavowed contract were an

updated                                     

SPRING/WINTER catalog and our shooting star of david,

found entranced and fully covered in a pool of blood,

catalog glued to the ceiling with the main atraction's

face and hand blown off still twitching.

 His empty sawn-off barrel pointing

towards the ceiling smoking.

 the thunder-clap sound that was missed,just went off,

"God Fucking!FUCK!"

"Fucking DAMN It!!", "I'd DUCK!" "i fucking coulda used that shit,if I coulda stopped him, from eating it",...

 his last meal in testinemt.

It's not much left now for what its worth. that this here, and right now, is right here, and now' all that remains.

from the unfinnished expectations gone awry.

only a corpulant lost contract...

the body began to slump, and fall forward,

when something else caught his eye.

paranoid In his peripheral surphlexion. he was ambiguous to suss out the discovery.

stepping foward,he was aproaching with a cautious reserve. he'd kept eyeballing the vermilion blood-stained catalog losing its hold from the stickum of fresh crimson glue that'd spattered the ceiling.

A few twitching dots rolled in their lined static across the glowing tv;"still on."

It's become one those parciple "coup~de~grace's" always adding an insult to injury.

 Ironically it gave light to the impartiallity of the front cover.

introverting as the words of the "first few" 'back-pages' and it's visible filth; "SPRING/WINTER" the catalog....

'"wow' thats onehell of a mind blower."'...

sadistic focus reading its depravity were returning into view,

as

 he read,

      it said....

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 Dear consuming survivor,

                          2a-?                   "INTRIGUE NOW, A SECRET SPECIAL OFFER!!"

                            to:desperate men

                        one, do the times call four a Ua2a desperate resolution.

           your  2a problem which has a, 4a  man's sollution..

                          or.. are you a 4 mesuring up to   

                     ,yoU-are a too,mesuring up a 2a one Desperate man in need fora xolution?

                ( dxC4dM=  4a u1,2 )

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                                                              returning: To:A-in need     From: mercy for-A man with no-name  

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                        "Blacked-out-'"Name' "- --"for your Protection.

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                               A:0'ldie but a goldy

                    no pervation forA Sadist.And.Masicist.        

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Tonight,his name was Clint Shargio; atleast it would be, and for Tonight it is sufficient.

actually tonight, he enjoyed this; his name being clint;

because if given the oppertunity to write his name tag

the close lettering and Font size of his free-hand writing, would

show up as

    "CUNT"

he really didnt mind much because thats the way he saw himself; This is the way the world would view him, if the world could see him...

Hello my Name is

      "CUNT"

consideration if they could see him. thinking if only they could.

he turned his ciggerette over with the filter end down. standing the lit-end up. burning it down onto the street curb.

he's observing that anytime he would stand one up on its end,was like flipping a sand timer although after deducing, rushing wasnt important.

He was verry alert, and quite murcurial; for tonights seamless intrusuion.

he was a real son of a bitch,you see?

He'd finnally recieved his very own "Hello My Name Is:" status. He knew to keep the status-quo with his pride of Integrity.

The variables were already worked out. especially since he'd been there many nights before,...watching.

always watching.

he was calm and collective; cold and ruthless.

eventhough a natural flippant personality seemed inconsistant.

 He would never lose his cool composure durring one of his,

"Hello My Name is "CUNT,""midnight commutes."

or atleast thats what he would call them, if he ever spoke abouthis violent hush terms in such few expletives.

this madness would stem from his downwarding spiral of repulsion for ignored life. Ignorance is bliss in the perverse thought.

"who is?"..""it?",

"or"

"who is?"..."that?"

as so,"they" would say.

who are "they" that says who is the "it?"

Forget it,

          lets just go for now.

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worries not Vincent

along years back. Vincent,before moving to what he would refer to as his own little toilett in carcer shitty.

he lived quite pacified. he was currently in a small northern rural area,in a peacefully fun loving subburbanite natural outpost,

the locals called this  suburbanite-ville. In those WonderYears, 'The"Cottenmouth Flatts" were still referred to as that, when ever they still called it happy.

Those lulling presentiments that were lacking, were  few.

 'Blissfully, in those 'yeti-rare' occurances. It became more often than not, the greeting.

the infrequently, and the "once in a blue mooners." who are also the convieniently roadsiding assholes. they were those fortunate enough, or, more-or-less "unfortunate enough," to make a 'wrong turn,'

or eventually even make a missguided tour; from taking the 'wrong turn exithere pass;' they were delving through a wonderfull low-population. the often spoken and unheard motto would say, "whoops, "You've made a Wrong Turn", and "Dont Turn Back Now." remembering That Greeting sign really had an intrepid 'in-town-moto'

would read its salutations, "We abide to those looking for the humble abode"...

this static mesmurize will cling in the mind.

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CLINT we have a surprise for you   

Your personalized RSVP n'Kace returned from/to  our: numb.one.

wheres our sweet little white rabbit,

             we're aquainted to make the vennison,Worry not!

Dear Consuming Survivor

(Hello My Name is:   ) we have a surprise for you.

 it doesnt get twisted.

    youre quite a nuessants, and from to the Devil belongs in the dtails..

 MmmmM are Nasty. and now thinks2you ltrafucked

the menace,"as you are. are the"un-just 'now';or so you 'were',

atleast that "they" "would be" if just comes as soon as it would be,

"you're now our new" most common consideration"

now form this newly  aquired inception.

 four A  eye does not lack four-a better word for aquaintances.

But now! of'whome', those aquaintances,'were' once only known to you, as "THEY", but now to "you." those known as"they",..being refered to, would naturally, now call themselves "they" your newfriends.

   CLINT, affirmed this new thought and it stuck a splinter into his mind. cold sweat watered him, and sank his adrinolin to the pit of his stomach. Right now that sinking feeling did not dawn from any Fear, or His inevitable binding demize infered as a fatal departure.

 'acceptance over denile,'formed a solidified, concrete awareness.

"Hello My Name is CUNT," and this would eventually become a progressive fated casualty.

regaurdless of Mr.Nasty's cryptic taunt salutation....

if annihilation were impuned on him, then his new found DoorWay into Hell, would only make this his affliction. His very own

 downward spiral,even with his descent into maddness. He knew the climax of what was approaching for himself.

 "Breaking the Rules:results in Reprecautions."

he swam to the letters finish, [getting lost]

 too much excess, his head stammered with static;

 memories were flooding,..  

in a flash

..... a blur....

a bead of sweat..

        .......Feeling...

                    he was peering through what he could still see, a gaping blood spatter, stained on the wall.

 retaking notice of his disassociated and the former deceaced. it Blew his mind that he didn't seem to mind very much about him making 'heads-or-tails' of the detritus Spring/Winter remnants; he modishly last-worded nothing. when he left this behind.

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there was the outcast sting from the moon,and was Gleaming now. the sky,over head was very taunting when it influenced the for-shaddowing angles.resuming his dark suffocation,a paranoid asphyxiation. this formed the instanter of his current disapearance. The lines,of fraunhofer in the light spectrum, were exceptionally fading into silver the only thing going consistently.

ironically with no pun intended,those evanescant-lines  became, the highlight of this whole daunting night.

 His narrow escapes from the violent scourges. the varrious hunters were enforcing familiar complacency for alluding every movement;

, in addition to hunters tracking his movement all night,they'd been trailing hot on his heels.

 vincent wasn't a pussy, and he was not one to shy away from; or turn down a good fight. this sure as hell wasnt going to be much of a good fight.

 Along the way. He knew he had evaded quite a few bad fights in this kunundrum. He had his natural propensity for violence, with explosive anger. there was an increase of distortion towards This, and it emphatically meant to him personally, that he knew how to level a playing field in most situations.

tonight wasnt "most situations",...

more like shit-uation,...

better yet,

 actually like the mother of all fuckups,...fucko's,..mothers,brothers,.or any other sucker-motherfuckers.

Usually, in most of his better off fights, he'd have a more than psycotic approach to the calmed resolving reactions:

those on lookers would always repute for vince; that in a bear-handed,bloody-knuckle-brawl. He was armed to the teeth.

his mental witts', intellect strong side of him. he was mentally aware of his constant increase of his animal instinct savvy.a feeling spark of  Pure Adrinoline,and this natural Profligic Survival  was his rude awakening.

Even though,somehow, Tonight was different,Because the only thing on his mind,was not his usual "want"

Mentally the realization took root inside. the happenings of the nights shituational occurances took alot of the piss out of him.

His want. was to 'give up', and 'give-into' his approaching assailants;

just feeling ready for it to be over.he was burned out and tired of the squeeze they kept on him.

 In that moment; that "want", felt like an eternity in Hell.

His heart sank to his stomach,and beat out of his chest,

with fatigue on the rise, along side to his "want" wanting to give-up and give-in;

His exsaustion fluxuated, and he was exsasperating.

the events continually compiling every thing happening to him.

 the fathom of his "want", fumed no response. His obvious response of excessive verbal assault; held its horses steady.

Every fabric of his being; is pissed off,but fleeting with his Ego,would be an immenent failure.

His sweet Silence was the escape from his arrant Rage.

exfulliation of this sixth sense, permiated from the suppressed amygdala in brain.

The air around him grew thick,as he tingled the depth of the change.

  these pursuing assholes where extra dangerous,violent,and out for blood; they didnt much care for whos blood they

had to spill. as long as they'd get what ever they were after,consumed from thier bloodlust serenade in thier moonlit senata'

By any means nessecery;and they definately know They'd get whatever they wanted or from any one unfortunate enough

to become thier captured prey.

his natural dark, fraunhofer outline was seemless, while he placed his back into the shadow on the corner of the wall.

overcomming, with cluastrophobic, precision; he deprived fear,  while he sunk deep, and then disolved into the shaddow.

The insollute thought, and his natural animal instinct "fight or flight" stirred in him when he heard the vast approaching foot steps;

screaming hunters; and they were laughing and panting trying to keep-up so they could get into to vince;

 'More-or-less',they were trying to keep-up with themselves in a pack. One lost his footing, as they were gaining toclose, making attempt of Vinces' last disapearance.

essential time was decreasing for vincent inshaddow.

 being of the essence he cauiously remained silent. still holding his breath, his lungs were on fire,exshasted.

while in cover of shaddow, vince quickly went for his empty bottle.

Whenever he had originally found it, he placed it in a dirty old plastic garbage bag,

and then wrapped the edges of the plastic around tight.

 He wanted to swing it from inside the bag like a bat, and break the devistational-shit on the first lucky assailant unlucky enough to cross paths and depart,. but he gave a second thought to the old saying; "two-in-the-hand".

alive with natural reaction, and remaining wholeheartedly attentive, and alert. his attempted purchase was to leave no error for unnessesary sounds,

retreiving or handling the bottle., while in the act of the especially allusive setting-up of his clownz,

it was right up his alley, and now he had the bowling pins of his alley.

his effigy was receptive and highly aware, when he'd put it in his pocket.

as he was armming for the bottle,he butterfinger-fumbled,and the bottle slipped from the plastic wrapping, then began to drop to the ground.

sound was his enemy from this position.  with a shudder for the worst of his shituation;

his bottle, if it breaks, when ever it hits the ground directley underfoot,

he knew from this loss, he'd be totally 'shit-outta-luck' and 'jolly-well-fucked".

 so, with his split second, subconscious reaction snapping into overtime.  he kicked as hard as he could towards the direction

of the bottle in mid air; The saving grace of his kick sent it flying down the ally-way toward the opening oposite, away from his corner of the wall.

into the shaddowed opening; near the outgoing doomed exit-side,the bottle went.

  within his current position to the adjacent opening, he looked down the darkend ally-way.

while in his corner he fathomed, making a running attempt. this would be his devastating error, and wouldn't leave enough time for

sprint; not even for vincents most narrowist of evasions.

the sound of the clanking glass dispersed expeidiant audible sounds, and rocketed down the dark alley away from vince.  

the force of friction began to slow its movement,

That 'glassed alarm' was seducively wrapped in a screamming layer, full of

"here i am", suduction,

and

 "hey assholes,..."come over here and fucking check this shit out."  

Gravity caught to the side of the bottles' rolling,. 'its natural force made it just past the small trash can. deflected around the edge,

and then rolling until it hit the wall.  it clanked back. the sound of that bouncing from the wall made him observantly hesitant, perhaps, that sexxy-ass bad motherfucker bottle could be too far down for a valuable lure; but either way it went for him, he knew; "that time" for that "titty-milk" "dried-up" and "went away".

 trampling of footsteps were heard tremulating and scuddling on close aproach.very lound.

 one of those clowns roared in his 'out-of-breath' chase.

"Hes Right Down There"!!,  "Right Down There"!!,

"I JUST Fucking Heard EM"

     "I Just Heard The Fucking Cocksucker"!!

     "HE'S MINE!!!","HE'S MINE!!!",....

"HE'S FUCKING, MINE FIRST!!!"....

    another clown vented quick

   "NO!",.

.."Fuck You!!","Bitch!",

"Im'a be the one to get em!!'" ,

"Kno It", "He's Mine!.."

      "know it!",.... "You Better just fuckin know,that shit!"...."...     

The pissed off clown that lost his footing regained his composure and his lust for the chase to make the first move....Pursuing something only reinforces the fact that you lack it in the first place.

 was hot winded and heeld right on the others ass, steaming.

he was reguardless and desperate with his unworthy want.

vinces' instinct held tight, whenever he naturally stayed backed into the "shaddow-corner.'

three clown fuckers darted past him down his ally.

slowing their stanpede, as they hit almost half the distance from the other opening.

he wasted no opertunities and he stepped out from his shaddow creeping, with his eyes never leaving the clowns.

his back progressed toward his escape route while still watching those devil cunt clowns on fast approach, towards the bottle-lure close to the oposite ally-exit

 he was trying to watch the direction of his shaddow eclipse from those few remaining street lights that weren't shot out yet. he wanted to rush. it should be easy enough,

if they didnt turn around he would start running as soon they got to the area, where he had kicked the bottle-lure.

 "ohhhh shit!" he sparked an instant revolation.

while he was creeping in treversal around the corner of the opening. he felt something else in the air when it tightend around him.

he heard panting,and he felt another exsistence.

he carefully turned around and exhailed his breath slowly in release.

now, he knew that there was another hunter somewhere around him. he was climaxxing overpowerment. He finally noticed another hide-and-seeker,playing koious rounding the

other side of the building. he felt that Goodluck or God had to be in his favor atleast for then in that moment, because, obviously before whenever he'd felt that other hunter.  he wanted to sprint-off with expeidiant flight; but, if he had done this.

his running intention would have become a "short-lived following' with an overture, of a quick excecution.

another thing he found favorably useful to his situation, and prooving quite helpful to his acknowledged alertness;, now, was when he also noticed that the street light toward that lone-hunter, had been shot out.

he  brisked down to the corner, and quickly gained his peripheral advantage.

 he filtered for other movements, being leary of any shadow change.

when he peaked around the edge, he noticed that;the lone-hunter was now crouching down. inlayed about twelve feet from the entry-way.

He was Out from the buildings corner. he was huddled over something on the ground. with his head bowed down between his knees and legs,

he wasnt praying;he probably should have been,..it looked like he might be eating something,..or maby taking a night-ally shit.

so, vincent cautiously snuck up, from behind his new found prey.

 he thought to himself,   

                  ""Self...?    "what the fuck is this guy doing?"....

                       ... "is he eating something?"....

while he closed the gap between them,....

     "what the fuck is that smell..?" he thought

"is this "nasty clown, peice of shit; sick fuck?";

     "eating a nasty ass?",...

   "peice of "shit,?...

        "ohhh",....."that sick,"FUCK!"...

the expanding smell,from whatever he was disturbing, left behind, an electric scent of rancid filth, and drear decay.

the stench was so strong for vince, that the decayance was burnt in his nose, and cinged with its imprint.

 he heard something comming from his unaware hunter. he approached closer to getting his assailant.

 he realised then, that he was deranged and mumbling to himself..

quietly at first,...then building in its intensity.

        "stupid fucking assholes,...

                        "show them, motherfuckin,cocksuckers"

     "i aint no fucking pussy"

           "ill show them little fuckers"..."ill eat the fuckin'pussy"

  he raised whatever he was crouching over toward his face again.

he took a bite.

        "here k'yiddy-kitty-kitty" 'his voice transfered to a higher pitch.'

   "meeeeoow!"

           "here, kiddie kiddy kyiiiiitty."

    he raised somemore toward his mouth again.  only this time his hand went past his mouth toward his eyes.

        "ohhhhh, you sweet flexible pussy...." he spoke softly

            "awwwwww," he continued,so softly,

 and then entomed with his delusion. he vented  furocious malignance.

    "IF I HAD A FRESH TAMPON",.. "THIS FUCKING CUNT!!",.. "WOULD BE MORE EASY TOO ENJOYABLE!!"..."

slamming his fist down to the pavement,

with a splatting sqwish. whatever he had in hand was spraying his disgust in all directions from where he was sitting, and..... doing

whatever he was doing.

    laughing afterwords. crying..

         "HaHAHaHAha",..."OHhh",.."Daddy wouldnt mind keeping you in

              the ToyBox"... he reverted back softer and started to  weap,laugh and cry...

              "If only you wouldnt have Stolen" "BARRYs" "FuckING SHOEs!!"...

           "why?!"! "WHy!"? "WhY"!?!" "Hes Gone Now",.." "all Because you" "You wanted "Barries  shoes".."why couldnt you have taken my              shoes?..."

          "whats wrong with my shoes?",....""werent they good enough?".."

            "when barry gets out", "ill give him all the shoes he could ever want".."

         "MommY,Would Be So Proud"..."             

                "IF ONLY DADDY", "woulda' "given her SOME FRESH FUCKING TAMPONS"!!!"

            "dont go to the store mommy",...."please dont go",..."

            "ohhhhhh"," "i love you so much mommy", "ill get you some fresh tampons"...."

   as he closed his gap,now at almost an arms link reach from his lonesomly discovered clown assailant;

he felt the tension filling in the air, with his tapping sixth-sensation.

this clown started singing lyrics at the final of vinces approach....

                            "your just to good tobe true",

             "'ll cut those eyes out of you."

                  "wanna hold you like a crotch", "them eyes that just love to watch"

                             "shoe" "shoe" "shew bee"-"dee"-"do"

                             "sheww" "shoe" "shew be"-"dee"-"do""      

building for the finale climax "I" "LUV" "U" "BARRY!", "why did you go?" "I MISS YOU" "BARRY" almost yelling in course

                     slowing in for his last words before the vice le'Roar

     dropping the tone to the intoning words.

                       "sheww" "sheww" "shoebee"-dee "doo"

                when the final syllibals where exiting his mouth, he began to weap

                     "Shoes", "Shoes", "Shoes,"

Grinding his teeth enraged,and Now growling with Explitive, he was an instance of flipping a light switch

and not-so less as the brightness illuminating from it.

when he sqeezed 'that"something' whatever it was, he'd picked up from the mess he was playing with. He entensed with a tight grip of

a koko-Gorrillas'  kitten clutch; he squeezed it, untill it made a slight water balloon popping sound, sending "egesta-fluids" in

every direction, then throwing whatever he was holding, against the alley-way wall. it left behind a streak as it molassed its

way to the ground from where it was thrown.

the overpowering sense that something wasnt right, beyond the obvious. was what, in that instance; distracted the shitty smell

that disgusted him. he could taste it in his, closeness. this little fucker was repainting the "cunt hole" "broken-windows" of his

clown face, with the reak-corpse" is that?just the most cute,fucking thing ever?" vincent intervented to himself.

In his gut feeling the instinct, had an instant reprive, because of the hair to the back of his head standing on end, simalar too

the feeling that a ticklish person would feel; 'in anticipation'

 or if they were unable to prevent a 'tickle attacker' from

"tickling them in a tickle-attack." with out enjoyment and happy-time laughter.

vincents evalluation of this situation was that, these crazy bat-shit fuckers didnt want to tickle him, or atleast he didnt want to find out.

it was the anticipation of something known,to be lacking in-ability to controll the outcome.

with this shiver, spline running down the back of his spine,from  midcenter of his back spiraling outwards toward the top to bottom;

he aborted his attempt.

he wanted to do a stretch movement, in a reversal to that feeling, but if that asshole turns around,

any commitments to disperse would become worthess.

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Miranda stepped from her bedroom door with a foggy drunk

adrian sitting on the bed. he couldnt take his eyes from

her.

as soon as she stepped through the threshold there came a loud

"SLAM!" of the door following close behind her.

the pressure of the wind slamming from the door,

sent her hair and shirt breathing forward.

she walked across the living-room down the short hallway

into her oldest sons bedroom.

"rassBerry?...."

he deflected the cooing from his mother's playful taunt by trying to stay still,

 and pretending to be asleep.

"Was that a wiggle, Mr. Witchetty Man?"

"fraidy cat?"

he stiffened his body, laying flat as a board.hiding undercover

"I know your here!"

 "I feel the wiggling" "HE'S WIGGLING!!"

he couldn't resist.

he could just feel his mother taking slow strides of an over dramatic monsters excentric creep towards him.

dramatic step-by step. arms wide, aproaching. until finally she grabs him tickling him untill he's

red in the face. out of breath and cant breath with exhaustion. taking the easy way of climax excitement

he chose the ladder oppisite and decided to disarm her assault.

"Don't call me that im not a baby any more..."

"ohhh...Sweetie, you'll always be my baby boy." she enticed

a freindly smile.

he knew she was faking.

"You know how much i love you"

he knew she was telling the truth.

"I'll always love you, and your brother forever and ever."

he wished he knew she was lying.

"What was all that yelling,mom?"

her eyes began to water as she glanced away from the question.

she sat down, and leaned in to hug her son tight and gave him a kiss.

she kept looking at the floor towards the exit.

"I heard the door slam"

she seemed distracted.

 "It was nothing."

"was it "him" again?"

she sat up straight, and pulled her hands in close to her lap.

he knew she was hiding something, but he just wasnt sure of what.

"no, rasberries", "dont worry about it."

"its not his fault". "he just had allittle more to drink than usual."

"too much head juice."

"its my fault we're argueing." she made a desperate look at the door again.

when she shifted toward her son, her hand slipped from her lap, and jack saw a red-spot of blood.

"what happend?" he nodded towards his mothers lap.

she wiped her tear, and grabbed a book from the bed-side night-stand.

 'Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There.'

she was quick to cover her lap.

"its nothing", "just do me a favor and keep your brother safe till i get back."

 "im going to stay with grandma"

"and i need to talk to your aunt linda."

"ill be back by the weekend." as she handed her boy the book. she grabbed his shoes, wiping her eyes.

she shifted her body towards the door so he couldnt see her.

"im not going back in there again," "i cant stand to deal with it." "so im just gonna borrow your other shoes

till i get back"

it was her deployed escape.

"MOMMM", "Nooo!" "ive got to have em'"

"we were heading to the cage tomorro", "i have to use these"

"those are no good."he mentioned pointing at his other shoes. "They'll laugh."

she kissed him on the forhead and told him she loved him as she advanced toward her youngest sleeping boy.

she wanted to wake him but knew a tantrum wouldnt help her situation. so she fixed his blanket and kissed his forhead.

quietly, and quickly stepping out of his room into the hallway

"MOMMM "no!" "im going with you", "ill be packed"... "i dont need anything," "im already,ready to go now."

"nooo!"... "your not going;" "you need to stay with your brother". "and I got to get out for a few days".....

 "baby,the witchety man wont bother you."

 "just stay out of his way when hes looking for head juice and wait untill he stops wiggling."

"nooo!".."im going too!"

"NOO!'" she responded sternly , "Theres something real important that me and your aunt linda need to talk about,"

 "and you have school." "I promise ill be back before the weekend is over."

"I didn't even wake your brother"

Well then, What do i say when he wakes up? "and your not here?"

"When he sees that you left him sleeping he'll never get over it"

she handed him the book, and opened to the white rabbit running cockstrong head down on the run.

little alice following behind with her blinders on, oblivious to the whole world.

"I always love that book" she was sideways fishing for aggreement.

"you can read him alice, to make him feel better."

"tell him that im late", "im late". "i had a very important date"

as she pulled his door cracked closed. telling him she loved him,when she went for the front door exit.

before slamming the door, she yelled towards her bedroom door.

"IM GOING OUT!!!"...

"NOW!",...

"I'VE GOTTA GET SOME FRESH!!FUCKING!TAMPONS!!!"  

she left the house with a gut wrenching '"SLAMM!" of the door.

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"and that was the last time i ever saw her"....

                                          [ **   Not 2 long before th3 big Night ----]

"is that your only recollection of her?"......   

"Why am i here?" What the fuck is this ignorant reflection? "just put me the fuck BAck!!"

the doctor scribbling notes continues in complete control, and full disregaurd.

"well there are some things we are taking into varriables."

This hopeless demeanor is now playing peek-a-boo, to show its ugly face

"What do you want to hear,?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                    .

 "MY Drunk, Fuck Dad, Raped My MOM, and she didnt Give-A-Fuck enough about me, or my Fucking Brother?"  

"She Walked out"

 "and...

"She Never""Fucking LOOKED BACK"!!?"

the doctor rubbed the bottom of his chin observing his triggered breakthrough.

"is that why, you hurt all those people?","and is that what started that containment riot?", "is thay what brought you here?"

"your"..... "drunk fuck dad?", "raping a mother?, who you say",

 "didn't give a fuck about "you" or "your...br"  

permeating with malignance, he cut the Doctor off mid-sentence in middle of inquisition.

"if you say "One"

 "more"

 "Fucking"

 "Word."

"You had better choose it wisely",

"or...else!"

the pompous sore winner, was becomming excited.

"or else, What?..."

    "you will remove yourself?"

 "from"..."What?..."

   "from this room?...."

 "from".....

"the medicine jacket?"....

"from...the gurney?"

 "from?".."what?"..."finish what you were going to say"....

"thats enough!"  "I'll take it from here.."

a man wearing glasses holding a clip board stepped into view from

behind the gurney peering down.

reinforced and being strapped down compelled a solumn awareness of an undeniable truth; his movement was an absolute minimal.

he's strapped down with a head lock. three body restraints across his arms. hugging ratchets layored his straight jacket,

and two belted across his legs. The visual perception is a delima limited only to what is directly in front.

"listen"...This new speaker leaned in with a freindly gesture,and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You are our very first"....""and we're expecting you to make a complete and full recovery."

"before your recovery can commence..", "we will have to endure".

"and before you can be reborn, "we must break you".

"you're going to hurt" "I assure you,"

"you're going to feel like a whole new person"..."

 he spoke as a masiah having all the precise answers.

remaining defiant he was'nt buying whatever shit this guy had to be selling.

"Just put me Back In The FuCking rubber room", "you sick fucking BAsTARDs."

"Please!"

"Pleeeaaaase!"

the additional inquisitor mentally noting the chain-coding trigger, and applying pressure.

"no" "no" "nooo!"

"you see?, "you have been brought here for a reason",.....

"and you will serve your expenintial purpose". with a kind and doting smile. he spoke to him as he continued manoutanously with rhetoric.

  "Are you REAdy?"...

"Ready?""WHat AreYOu TALKiNg ABoUt?" "READY?!!"

 "READY!!for WHAT?!!!

"WHAt?!! "WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT?!"

This new masiah quickley letting it be known,when he made it assurringly clear,he didn't answer prayers.

the man continued speaking gently; concerning.

"You've let me see"?"...

hmmm?..."Your Brother".."and 'your?

 "Father?" "Is it?"...

"NOO!" "FUCCCCK YOOOOU!!".."LET ME THE FUCCKKK OUTT", "YOUUU SICK FUCK"!!!"

"savor your energy" "your going to need it."

"now,".... "What if i could help you get close to trust"

this new masiah seemed to have alot more questions than the answers.

"FUCKKKKK YOUUUU!" "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU"

"IF I EVER FUCKING GET OUTTA HERE!!!"

"thats perfect"

 "this is why your our trust."

"here", "this should help"

"WHAAT?!"

 "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"...

the man stuck a siringe into him deeep

 'well... jesus christ' I'm alone again.' 'I will die alone,' 'and when I arrive' 'I wont know anyone.'

his thoughts inside were dissolving into nothing. he was trapped in an abysum of time. 

fading-away.

seconds felt like minnutes...

minnufes felf like hour...

he felf

      himselt

slipping backwards

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by inflicting duress, applying coercion, making threats, causing pain and disorientation,

 an "expert" can make a victim do and say many things. That's no secret. There are obviously

 drugs and hypnotic techniques that will soften up a person and/or put him into tremendous confusion,

 where he is pliable.

Example: One of the foremost practitioners was world-famous Canadian psychiatrist, [Redacted Name],

 who carried out experiments on unwitting patients in the 1950s.

[Redacted Name], during his career, was President of the Canadian, US, and World Psychiatric Associations,

 the American Psychopathological Association, and the Society of Biological Psychiatry. There was no one in his profession more highly decorated.

Partially funded by a [Redacted Agency] front, [Redacted Name]'s method was called "psychic driving."

After excessive electric shocks, very heavy drugs were given to place patients in days of prolonged sleep.

 [Redacted Name] then subjected them to audio tapes he made, in which he repeated phrases thousands of times,

 in order to produce "new personalities" for them.

A [Redacted Date] lawsuit filed by veterans' groups, against the [Redacted Agency] and the [Correlating Redacted Agency],

 refers to [Redacted Name]'s methods. The suit also states that two researchers, Dr.[Redacted Name] and Dr.[Redacted Name],

 working together under the early [Redacted Agency] N\KULTRA subproject 95, utilized two protocols:

 brain implants ("stimoceivers") and RHIC-EDOM to program the minds of victims. RHIC-EDOM stands for Radio Hypnotic

 Intracerebral Control-Electronic Dissolution of Memory.

Translation: bury memory, and insert new data. But here again, burying memory, the first phase,

 is achieved through force. The force of subjecting the brain to massive electromagnetic disruption.

Later and more sophisticated means of mind control can utilize loops, during which a person's own

 brainwaves are fed back to him, along with suggestions.

But different people have different degrees of consciousness about their own thoughts and feelings.

No system exists which would make every person believe a thought planted in his brain is his own thought.

There is another gap. Just because certain naturally occurring brain waves can be read and recorded,

 this does not mean that feeding back those waves will result in "perfect reception" and integration

 by every person.

The third gap can be enormous, depending on the person. Voluntary thought in its basic form isn't a product

 of the brain at all. The brain REFLECTS thought that is created by the person.

People who are aware of this wouldn't fooled by brainwaves fed to them with suggestions.

Mind control is most successful when inflicted on people who ALREADY have trouble making the distinction

 between what they think and believe, and what other people around them think and believe.

This research direction parallels a social propaganda campaign to eliminate the whole concept of "will power."

The scientific community respects and rejects the MK programming due to the absence

 of a more widely familiar induction thought processed evidence base,classified though it may be,

 there is no lack of a theory which would further explain the application value for the MK programming.

 there is no lack of experimental techniques which can and will continue to provide reliably positive results.

Forwarding Remarks to be redacted following the approval revisions signed and revalidated

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"step up to the line"

 "approach the wall",....."DONT TURN AROUND!.!"

"Hey," "You Fucking COCKSUCKER," "DONT TURN THE FUCK AROUND",....."

   "BOTH HANDS ON THE WALL!!"  

"BOTH HANDS!!"

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 9358678854 hilshire,julian

"do not turn from the wall",.

                "do not speak",..

"leave your cloths off approach the lousing champer."

upon entering the showering cell, with water pipes protruding the long rows of dank sections. the intake booking officer who was in charge of search procedure; throws a handfull of white lousing powder, in a flash of fog covering, at the heads of the two incarcerated arivals.

stepping through the other side of the rowed layering, into the watered down metal hole.

"hands on the walls"

"dont get your filthy grub fucking fingers on my water nozzles,

instantly spraying the two holding a water fire-hose,

 "right now, you're not allowed to touch my clean shower house",

"after today if your filthy cunt holes are cleaned."

"then you can make the proper use of the facillitated showers."

 turning off the water spray, the gaurd stepped back behind the opening,

"remain silent you've got a moment to drip-dry," "keep your hands on the fucking wall"...

Now, trying to make light of his current situation,he forced a freindly smile on his face.

he turned to his head to his intake counter part.

he kept one arm to the wall, as a personal censoring of the other new arival and his phallic dangle. this helped him break the psycological bridge, while talking to another nude being.

taking in his surroundings, he observed the tattoos on the others face.

ink covered arms, and a few down his leg.

 "so?... "did you do something bad to get in here?"

the war tuned machine remained insensed in silence staring at the wall.

 "did that shit on your face hurt,"when you got it?..."

annoyed and finally responding his words snapped a whip-lash.

"im only gonna tell you once, and i dont like to repeat myself."..

 "ive been to the worst fucking settlements; than any other convicts 'from Santos,to San Andreas,to Carcer City.'

  "ive got atleast a,hundred twenty pounds of crushing power to your boney bitch ass,

      "ill make you my fuck bitch,"

...."fuck off",

 "or when we get in here.""tonight..."

  "dont even say another word to me."

discerning anger with an ecsentric, cowarding look,the intake scratched his belly, and averted his eyes down to his bare feet, then frowned.

"guess he dont wanna be my friend"..."Nasty, smelly,wiggly, squiggly Mr.Witchetty Man."

 he made a small glance at the aggressive hilshires feet,"I don't want this guy's shoes."

  "was only wanting to be your freind",...."growing up", "my daddy didnt let us have to many friends."

aggressive hilshire started in again.

"ima'"be your daddy,"

"because now",.....

"you are my property,you don't even need to worry,"bout your clothes and shit","they're now all mine", "My!clothes and shit,"

 "once we get settled in here",...... "you wont be needing em'"

remarkably he took on a suprised look.

"ohhhh".... "But I don't want to be food for your wiggly kids, Witchetty Man!"

 "Service....I demand service!",...

 "whats all that tattoos?, and stuff mean?.."

in non-chilaunce he couldn't resist.

  "what can i do for one of those?",

"like""that one?"

"there"..?"

"that",..."can i get one like that one there?"he said pointing out,to a tattoo of a 'melting clock' on his leg..

keeping an interested fluent pace.

   "why do you look like that?"What does it mean?"

 increased adgitated hilshire, burned a gaze at him;

  "to, you?"...

"it means",..."im real sick in the head",..

"and have done shit to people"

"it doesnt matter really "who" or "why,"just know;anyone gettin in my way",

 "somethin someone like you" "prolly", "cant even imagine",..

"youll,"get it though."

..."soon enough".

"and that "clock" you pointed out", "that means "i will 'shiv fuck' you",

 "and leave you alive, only long enough to be found dead."....

"so here's what im gonna do",..."since" "im such a nice guy";

 "I'll let you earn some property back from me",   

"your gonna shit on daddys dick, or bleed on daddys knife."

freindly and unfazed [Name:Blacked Out] had a puzzleing look of excitement on his face.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"This is wrong! This is [grunts] so wrong!"

"cooool" "maby" "now we can be a "tit"-"for"-"tat",..... "you,know.?".."just two little peas in a pod."

"especially since im" "your" "new play toy."

"itll make it easier for you","to find your date at the prom"

resistance is futile he continued....

"I know"...."I wont be late"...

"I'm guessing that since now, were soon gonna", "be "tit-tat" "buddies",

 "you know?"...."a little of this", ...." "and.." "a alittle of that".."....

 the muscle bound inked julian cut him off in mid speech.    

    ...

  "as a matter of 'fact","since you like my shit so much",..."you wont have to wait too long then","watch the clock."

right when he finnished speaking the cell door at the oposite end of the rows, sprang open,the gaurd rang through across the overcom.

"finnish getting dressed out","walk threw to the opening at the end", "enter through to the right."

pulling up his pants,on aproach to thier exit. [Name:Censored] put his arm in front of his belly, and bowwed with a gentlemanly wave,

 "there you go".. "after you" ""Big bones...", "age before, beautiful"..

adjusting his shirt while walking toward his exit.

 he finished getting dressed out,and he allowed a hateful juian to lead his way.

"maby in here", "you can scare away some of those 'bad men' ....."on 'that' side"

"NURSE! Oh Go-- Mr. Witchetty's got me! He's got me!"  

  hilshire, never looking back toward the estranged ...... spoke again.

"there aint no where for you to hide in here". "ey' "they say",..."this is the worse unit in production"

   "dont go running off or straying too far."

 "on that side" "get ready to work off the sexual frustration",.."I'll lace you up"...

walking through the opening, underneath an intake control-section',a stairway to the left,and to thier right a Steel-bar opening.

 the only thing followed close behind the two, were a slamming,"CLANG!!" the echo sound heard; from the connect of Steel on steel, with a quick,"CLANK!!" of the lock turning.  

 he couldn't hear all of what hilshire was saying, when the the steel lock,echoed down through an interupted spoken sentence.

he made an exsagerated jump when the frame locked.

 "How,.RUDE!!"...  he yammered at the door behind him.

"Nurse," "please believe me!"

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stepping through into the locked opening in towards the main area on the opposite side, a majority of onlookers, were watching like 'a deer in the head-lights.' Waiting for the First motherfucker to crash into a Brickwall.

"AAAAAAAY"

"new guy!?"

HEEEEEEEY!!!,

 "check it out"

"whatta wee got here?"

"a Porkey PIGS PUSSY!!!,

"HEY,".... "You",.. "DOG FUCKER!!"

....."right there"

one of the other incarcerates pointed in thier direction as, a SMILEY approached the two stepping in toward the crowd.

another paper-mache wearing smiley remained in a cells openning, as he poited at the two,

"fresh new meats"

"Dog legs, dog legs!"

"YOU!!.There", "...."the shorter one."

 "I got somethin for you", "Get the fuck over here"....

[Censored BlackBar] took on a suprised look,with a cowardous gulp.

with an astonished look he spoke, placing an open hand on his chest in disbelief.

"Me?"....."  

"yeah"...."You" "Little Fucker",

..."Get The Fuck over HERE!!"

"leme' "look at ya"'"real quick"

He stepped toward the smiley, and let out his hootin and a hollaring when he walked toward the group of smileys standing in the opening. he couldn't resist himself.

"Your Still that Dog Fucker", "And still Fuckin", "RIGHT!!?"

 "they givmie' the "electro shit" "shot",.."that fucking dog shit" "couldnt keep me from fuckin",.."and that was when "itsa" time

to "getta' "humpin"..."

  [Censored Name:], had his arms at his side, and he started thrusting his waste and docking his arms in a "dry-hump"

     "that "ol' Bitch"'ll" "fuckin make you, "ARRRROOOOOOOOOO!" "ARF!" "ARF!"  

he let out a growl "ARGGG!"

"Dog legs, dog legs, fetch, fetch! Good boy! There's a good boy!"

the main smiley holding all the main shit down, tuned right in.

"the fuck you been upto?"... "wasnt sure id' ever see your ass again,for a long time,or ever again. i sure as hell didn't think,they'd throw us back together,

 "since"

"not since that last bullshit."

"Yeah!, no shit!" I actually almost made it out,too."

the head smiley spurted quickly,

 "Who the Fuck is that with you?"..."

he looked back non-chilante. "ohhh"..."that lengthening sorta gorrilla,".?..

 "apperently he's some kind`a "top-tough" "shit" "psycotic deranged killer", or "something like that."

"WHAT?"...?" "Aint you nEver heard Of him",..?" "him; being some "top-shit" "high-up fucker"

or "he says he's some kind of made-status somethin,"

the smiley in controll had a confused look of disbelief. "What Fuck You mean? "High up?"

"You're fucking kidding me right?...."he looks like some kind of child mollesting faggot"....

".....He Aint put-in on jackshit fucking nothing."He'aint never been through here", "fucks all of that "Made" shit?", "lets see it"."

the new intake rolled his eyes      

"ohhhhh",.... "alright"

   he turned toward the smiley barking orders. lifted his arm from off the side of his belly leaning in.

revealing his "White Rabbit", 'on the run' 'with a Melting clock in his hand'.

"just like when we was all kidies" right?"..."

" on that fucking transfer back", "from the "Mad-Sack,'Med-Sec." "was the only light i seen" "since the E.C.T. fire." "when they "really"

burned my ass last time."

"[Censored Name] the hammer", "throw another Dime in the Box", "get that bitch runnin, nice and toasty.""give it to me baby"

"ohhhh".... "yeah",..."almost forgot bout' ol'mr.whighety"", over there",..... "aparently", "hes all kinds of mental",...

 "if you'd only heard,.."all of the wonderfull sick fuck nasty terrible things he did when he got either "you", "me", or "my brother",

"the best" of "my best" 'ol'chums",......"and the only affilliated inkblotters"..."allowed to ink my fuck dumbing brothers design".."to tat him up"

 "hmmmm? "What do i do?"

"he? still looking?"...

"fuckin yeah",..."ee'is"

[censored name]started in like a young ClockWork Orange, Alex. in subliminal he was notoriously speaking in accent.

  "a goo, look you got?..at those shoes huh?

"nevah" "seen em' "before?",..."ey?"

"well"..."well".."welly".."welly",."well!!".....

"no, sir'ee"  "bob"...."hes just a goddamned shoe thieving shoe thief.

 one smiley adjusted his mask'

  "Soo"..."speaking of"..."have you Heard from your Jackass", "crazy" "tard lil'Brother?"

he leaned in with response to the question.

"I know the sound of my own shoes, asshole!"

 "hell" "no"..."aint heard shit in a while" "that sick little fucker's, probobly out somewhere".."...."eating some bullshit" "he found somewhere"....He knows what the fuck hes doing.

he's still dealing with that whole fucking shit storm he got in to with KJ. and that pissed off director.

he looked at his 'smiley companion-troll',

"Big bones! I want big bones!"

       .

"There he is, wriggling his squiggly, Witchetty ass!" glancing over at hilshire taking in everything new.

   "RIGHT!".."RIGHT?"....."?"  raising his brow at him. the leading smiley barking orders,his pal incharge, looked away toward the ground.

he exhaled with a deep sigh of exsaperation,...

   "right!"... he exagerated his frown.

   he was completing his reuniontalk in transient,"bedways is homeways" "and best we go "homeways Right?"

he approached hilshire with  a feared look of desperation.

"..... alright", "listen up "julie-fuck-jillian" "what ever the fuck".."this aint no fuckin joke", "we're in deep shit","with no ass-wipes to pick out the peanutts."

you've gotta save me.""do you see that fucking crazy ass peice of psycotic dog shit",

 "he used to own this fucking pig-pen", "atleast untill you and i got here",.... "i told him i was your property bitch", "and your my daddy" "and all that", "but he just didnt want to hear it"...

 "so".... "he said i have to fight you", "to proove we can go on exsisting","or theyll murder fuck us in his Fucked up little Hell."

 "they want for us to go clam it out in that cell","so we can go at it", "Toe-to-Toe."

 "the way i see it"... "youll take me in there",... "ill just stumble out of there".... "they think you beat the piss out of me"...

 "they might not want to kill us."

"those are the motherfucking smileys."  "ever heard o'them?"

  "of course", "Who doesn't know bout'"one of the most powerfull Gangs in Carcer City."

    "dont hold your breath too long", "drop like a fly" "into a shit hole"

   ...

     "I dont give a fuck",.... "and whats with this pretend bullshit talk?"...

   "just lace up and get ready for any' "Devil with the Blue suade shoes",....make mamma proud.

something malign changed,....[Name:Censored]'s eyes flarred up. but he kept his composure.. he followed up with a concerned look of disbelief.

"Gah, stop it! They're all shouting at once!"

"Can't face another night without my shoes...I don't know why they have to take them away!"

hishire was cautious with his fearless approach, into the empty cage fight that lies before him.  

when ever the self proclaimed, shoeless boy wonder stepped to the entrance of the fighting grounds, julian turned toward the opening.

 picking-up his fists in front of him.

he started bouncing on the ready.

"you ready"?... "

"only hurts alittle."

in his instance of a finnishing statement. a smiley brother climbed out from underneath the shaddow of the lowerbunk.

he placed his hand around julians face , asphyxiating his mouth and nose with a clasped hand, while the other hand started in with the gleam from his hidden ice pick,

in his repetative insertion,julians effiminant suprised look, was deluminating and dimming, with every "plip" of the shiv motioning

 in toward kidneys, and moving toward the liver...

 [Censored Name] jumped at the oportunity.

   'KnockKnockKnock!,knock!

  "Hey!",, "hey!" "hey!",....."dont! "take it, easy" "peezy."

he knocked again,this time louder in his ravel

 'KNOCKKNOCK!!,'NOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!'  

"Hey, who are you? Hold on--aren't those my shoes?"

"not all of it",...."some this ones mine"..." "atleast you taught this silver tounged devil" "to to chew with his mouth closed"

"You can go ahead, and take a rest, pal. We'll find the filthy thief."

"Daddy doesnt like it"...; "you chewing with your mouth open.?"

"thats why mommy has to help close your mouth", "and make you chew right.."

 the dilluminating conscious hilshire drops to the floor, as [Name Censored] hasted to his collapse.

 "awww"..."oh,what a "sweet" "sweet" "boy!"... "and well mannerd too"

 "uhhh".... "um".."Dont hold Your Breath too long",.... "Drop like"....

 "Drop like?"....

      he scratched the top of his head, looking and questioning the ceiling with confusion.

 "what was it?"...?"

"Drop like",

 "STUPID"!!! "DUMB CUNT DADDY!!!"

"BECAUSE HE STEPPED ON GLASS WHEN HE "LOST THOSE "STUPID!" "FUCKING!" "SHOES!!"

he grappled his hands tightly around his incognant. placing his strong hand,thumbs rubbing his victoms eyes..

 he pressed in slowly applying increased pressure. when he felt the back cornea roll around his thumb, he pulled with a solid jerk motion.

he had missed the mark he was aiming for, and this enfurriated his assault further.

"is" "he"?"??"....

"look at this" "poor lil baby", "hes"...

"crying"..

a teardrop of blood rolled from the inlay of his eye, down his cheeck. sounding a slight 'plip,' as the crimson waterdrop connected to the ground.

"give it to me".....

  he put his hand back; palms-up flat over head.

he felt a snap, when his cohort, through him a low high-five. giddy with excitement.

"NOOOOO!".."NOO!"..."NO!".... "you kill Crazed fucking delusive"....

"FUCKing".."shiv me. "you stupid son of a bitch"....

"Better not fucking stab me either", "you moronic fucktard".......

he plunged the pick deep into his stomach.

 on its removal the gash left behind, was barely big enough,he lightly struggled when he forced his thumb into the gaping shiv-hole.

  "Sit down".... "Lets have a Talk"...

his stoic partner sat on the floor next to a steel framed camode; leaning in toward what was going on..

jacks'in with both hands in a death grip, a dying julian murmered out, "UhHh",..."God"..."hel" [Censored Name] wasted no time,

clasping a free hand over his mouth...

"nope" "not for you"...

 unfazed he intensified, and spread the gash to the size of his fist.

  he reached in quick...and started pulling

"jill" "my gal"..."

"no one could save you"....

'Please stop me as'  the smileys mask pulled in close.

"your the lowest forgotten filth" "of the worse kind"....

"every things going to be great here at Darkwoods Hell."

"even you".."without me."

"here".....        "hold this"...  

handing off a dead weight of flesh; over to his mesmerised sitdown.

   "ohhh... thanks". "you know what they always say"..?".... "No Guts", "No Glory",

 he looked at his smiley cohort with a distempered look.

  .........he said nothing.... his idiocracy needed no response.

"besides..."julie"your the straw thats gonna break the cammels back."

          "after this", "we're not going back."you were a running riot"

 "on His leg", "Take it off",... barking at the other smiley.

"what are you doing".?",,, "your making a mess".."

trying not to fumble with both hands, [Name:Censored]'s comrade quickened with his worry. "ohhhh"...."shit", "sorry." he dropped it into the steel rim.

heavy was becomming the head, that was reclaiming the crown.

"did my momma lose your shoes?",NO!" "You were shitting in a barn","Flush it!" "you damn fuck"

as he went for the flush releasing.

[Name Censored] started in,again,

"Jack and Jill went up the hill"

"to fat for, a bucket of water"

"a flick of the nipples"

"she sent him away"

"BUT"..."THEN SHE CAME"....RUNNIng ImeDIAtely FUCKiNg AFteR!"  

with a release of the water.

a fading hilshire watches as his intrails become lost to the swirlling abyss.

[Name BlackedOut] opertuned the instant.

  "go down on the G spot" "dump-it there"..."

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 The fat fuck guard on post sits obliviously unaware mezmurized watching TV.

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STICK BY THEIR CLAIMS WHEN THEY SAY,

                     ---  "I GAVE IT TWO THUMBS UP!"...." WAY UP!!"

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""Hey Sunshine!""

another clown stepped around the openning. Jump-scaring the psychotic.

the clown that was hunching over got startled, and sprang up 'shitting in his pants' quick.

he blurted-out in his suprised look "It's Only Pudding!"

Vince caught the gleamming flash of metal that clown clutched in his hand as he turned around pissed off. it was a pistol.

"Damn!!" "should've risked ripping the little fuckers' head off,""could of got that if i was alittle quicker."

vince thought to himself."nice quick way to level the playing feild."

"anything over yourway?"...

NOoo! not for you!!

he walked toward the other clown and stopped just a few stepps away from where vince was holding in a doorway.

"come on." "let's go!" "the others are still chasing that cocksucking motherfucking asshole." "lets catch up to em'   he turned from the direction he came from, and started walking toward the other end where the others were supposed to be chasing vince.

now he wanted their leader.

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he pulled out his meth-peelo(chinken bone).then he carefully positioned the lighter under his glass bubble bowl. after lighting his BIC lighter, he started rolling the glass bowl over the flame, from the left side of the exhaust hole back to the right. he enjoyed the melt starting to liquify.white rabbit on the run, holding his melting clock. fluttered into his inception. once the melting happens the smoke is now his very own typhoon twisting cyclone.

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for a man with no name

he is

sitting there patiently observing, and waiting for his opertunity to speak.  hes always one of the blacked out names. people would pay to take care of  a persons people problems. dxC4dM = 4a resolves=the solution, he was requested as an outside insider consultant.  they paid him for his time that they were wanting.

He fixxed on a document posted on the wall.

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ONE CAN NOT KNOW WHEN THERE WILL BE DANGER IN THE DARKNESS,

JUST A LITTLE WAYS AHEAD. IN SUCH CASES THERE IS A FEELING OF APPREHENSION,

OF DOUBT, AND UNCERTAINTY, AND FINNALY THERE IS AN EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS

WATCHFULLNESS, AND FEAR. IN SHORT, AT NIGHT TIME THE MIND IS AGETATED

AND EXCITED. THE SELF PRESERVATION INSTINCT WILL EXPAND.

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WHEN A LUMINOUS BODY SUCH AS THE MOON IS FACED: VISION IS DECREASED

WHEN THE LIGHT IS BEHIND, VISION IS INCREASED

WHEN A LUMINOUS BODY IS OVERHEAD, THE MEAN OF INCREASE AND DECREASE ARE THE SAME

EVEN IF YOU ARE FACING THE LIGHT, IF IT DOESNT STRIKE THE EYES DIRECTLY,IT INJURES THE VISION BUT A LITTLE

ONE CAN SEE WHEN LOOKING FROM DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT, BUT NOT WHEN LOOKING FROM THE LIGHT INTO DARKNESS

WHEN HOLDING THE LIGHT YOURSELF, ONLY YOUR SUROUNDINGS CAN BE SEEN

WHEN A LIGHT IS BEHIND AN OBJECT THE LATTERS OUTLINES ARE CLEARLY VISIBLE

A BLACK OBJECT OR A MOVING OBJECT COVERED BY A SHADDOW IS DIFFICULT TO SEE

SMALL OBJECTS SEEM FAR AWAY, LARGE OBJECTS SEEM CLOSER

BRIGHT OBJECTS APPEAR NEAR: AND AN OBSCURE ONE SEEMS FAR AWAY

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"Now,"

"Your stomach is going to be queezy" - this is caused by your diaphram falling on it, making you want to vomit,and have butterflies." "Thrusting both hands under your rib-cage, and lifting it off your stomach can control it." "Take a deep breath," "and remain clutching the diaphram, and bend it over." "Straighten up, and the diaphram should be back in place, and a lot of your fear will have left you."

the cut-up of the group started his shit immediately.

"This is the buisiness of fear." "every fucking culture," "every civilization," "from the dawn of man, has always had its monsters." "For good to be pited against evil,"

"you have to have evil, Dont you?"

he now has everyones diverted attention.

"some people will just rip into a head like it's lettuce."

now that he is the comic releif, he obtaines his very own, invisible head in his fantasy.

this is when and where he was  expressing his gental cat-cradle, and he was talking to it.for everyone to experience his growing exhibitionism.

"how would you like me to rip into your head?"

"oouch?!"

"Try it my way."

as he continued, he spoke very soft,and gentle.

"come on, Mr. Lettuce."

"Come on,""and split yourself in half" "Okay?,"hmmmmm?"

"oh,thank you, darling."

"Come on Mr. Peapod,"

"Maybe you can convince Mr.Lettuce."

[Name:Censored] reaches over from where hes sitting and smacks his kid brother for interupting the flow, from someone on the clock.

the man with no name, continued "If it comes back;" "repeat the process."

"One of the biggest problems is holding your breath, approaching the target subject." "But you have to remember, You must make every effort to breath deeply, and naturally." "Your flushed face might very well alert him,""or if your approach is from the rear, you might act impulsively,at the wrong moment, because you want to get it over with."

"Take a deep breath, and mouth a silent yell." "This will cause your fighting horomones to come into action," "Flex your stomach for energy, and increase your oxygen intake." "It will also release a lot of your anxieties, and tensions, prior to the hit."

"Unless your a fool, You're going to be scared."

"Your hands are going to sweat," "so dry them."

"You're knees are going to knock,""brace them."

"When you spot the target,be sure,he's the man you've got to kill." "Mistaken identity is common place." "Be swift."

"When you are assured he's dead,""Take a moment to clean up,""Check the area for incriminating objects." "Nothing attracts attention more than speed," "so move away from the area in a calm, controlled manner." "Proceed to your exfiltration point."

"From experience," "you will have an irresistible urge to go back and view your damage the next day,when it has been discovered."

"Try and avoid doing this."

"Avoid return visits." "Unless you hit on a main road,or the side of a railway line,""so you can view only as you travel by,""or within view of a well used public building, which you have legitimate buisness being in.""Going back to the site will only draw attention to yourself."

most of the persons listening seemed to be attentive and paying attention to 4a the speaker. one member sat excessively relaxxed,then rolled his eyes. He sloutched in his seat picking at dirt in his fingernails.

"If it is possible,""Do not go home immediately!" "Try to have a different,Predetermined safe-stash location." "Dump your equipment,as explained." "You should also consider changing clothes, and footware,""And Leaving it there too." "You should also wash off if you havent done so already." "If you have any containers or trash, Try and get rid of them,""Or leave them in your stash."

"DONT TAKE ANYTHING HOME!,"When you go home to relax."

"In any cases where you can expect, or might expect lots of trouble afterwords,""It's obvious, but You should consider arranging an alibi." "Find something solid, that will work for you."

"Maybe, Get a freind to stay at your home,and make a long phone call.""So that it is logged on your billing record,""to another freind." "The other freind then states that the call was from you,""and the record of calls kept at the phone company confirms the date and time of the alibi."

"Or, if you have an account with a computer bullitin-board system, get a freind to stay in your house,""Give them your password,""and let them use it for a couple of hours."

"Hell," "you could record the evening TV. on video,""or radio on tape." "Then memorize it all the instant you get home." "When ever questioned about what you did on your evening in,""You can quote your evening TV or Radio usage accurately."

"The Prime Motive In Planning, Is To Avoid Detection, and Capture."

mr.fingernails added his two-cents.

"Nah?,""You dont say?"

one of the more experienced of the group added his response also.

"Yeah," "He  Fucking,did Say," "So why dont you shut the fuck up," "and listen?"

"Now!, If your hit site of operation is part of a buisness,""Or someone lives there,""You should watch the place for a week or two; to get an idea of when the people "come and go;" when they move in and out." "Even on a site which is continually occupied, there may be a window of opportunity, when you can get in, carry out the hit,""And get out again."

"Always try to varry the ways you hit the targeted subject." "Never use the same techniques, from one hit to the next."

"By varying your ways of working on the subjects," "And also your means of access and exit," "You confuse the oppisition." "And Obviously, by confusing the oppisition, you will evade detection,and capture for longer," "and more importantly," "They may not be able to pin every job you've ever done, on you."

"If it happens to come to that"

"The first order of buisness is to kill yoursef"

"which this can largely accomplished by closing bank accounts."

"Without money," you're a nobody" "Afer that,""an unscrupulous individual can either let his old ID slowely fade away,""or hasten its demise by getting a death-package." "They're available for between "$500" and "$1200"

"In Nigeria," "The philippines,""and Mexico,"The government agencies will erase all social security, and IRS records upon notification of Death." "To obtain a death-package, It helps to have a few local guys on your side." "Maybe a lawyer, or a cop,who is known for his love of money,something like that should do the trick."

"Okay?"

..."So After you've killed yourself." "you're going to need a new identity.""Go to the Graveyard."To get your new identity."

"The newly deceased needs to pursue headstones, to find someone who died, before he was 16 years old, so that theres no Drivers License, and No social." " Once the person who killed themselves are Armed with deceased's name and DOB,""He then applies for a copy of the deadguys' Birth Certificate; Apply for this, at the state's Department of Vital Statistics." "Most apethetic employees will give it out without verifying ID with a Birth Certificate; and using a little sweet talk."

"Getting a Social Security Card, Drivers License, And Passport is a cinch."

"Lets get back on track"

"Well-made handguns of adequate caliber, are undoubtably the best short range tools of killing, known to man." "They're easy to carry,and conceal,and easy to silence for certain assignments." "Whenever executing a hit, it is necessary to keep in mind, that "No substantial case can be made against anyone, following the killing, If no weapon can be found." "That means, that once the job is complete,its impairative to completey dismantle, destroy, and eliminate from exsistence any firearm, that has been used in a job." "Getting rid of a 'peice' is always top priority." "The exception is a military sniper.""A firearm is easy to dispose of." "First,""It takes maby 15 minnutes to totally dismantal." "Second,""each and every peice, and part, can be broken, or melted,""And then burried, or thrown away in a remote area, far away from any other parts."

"lets try," "and sharpen up, now,"

"Your ideal distance for a swift, clean kill is about 6-inches from the target." "We are talking about the distance of the gun barrel, and the point at which the shot is directed." "The technique is simple; The target should be shot in the back of the head, at the base of the brain." "The temple has been suggested as a target in some places." "This would be good if you're shooting from a distance with a shoulder weapon."

"But, Also Remember." "Approaching the target from the side could potentially easily trigger movement from your target." "That could cause a complete mission failure."

our class's 'life of the party,' couldnt help but promote more dissruptions.

"Dont you think they'd see this shit comming?, or better yet, what if theres more than one?"

the man with no name didn't miss a beat, and he kept right at it.

"with an unaware target," "you can ram the barrel of your gun, preferably a .22, 'up and into,' the targets asshole, and then fire." "The sphincter muscles will clench around the entry of the gun-barrel, and cause the cartridge to be silenced." "It's good for those special occasions."

"shit!"

comming from our little funster.

 "he didnt see that one comming."

then he nodded. directing at his buddy.

"I'd Bet this fucking Queer-Mo likes the asshole, I bet the little faggot trys to slip something else instead."

the instructor continues.

"A Valid Point"

"If one finds that they like it, or enjoy the "intimacy," "using a knife requires the executioner to be close to the target." it can become a popular form of assissination." "Feeling a marks body squirm in agony," "Feeling the warm blood on ones face, feeling it on their clothing, their hands, etc. or whatever," "and they are rewarded with viewing the terrified." "The confused, and desperate, searching eyes of thier target, as he struggles frantically, and even hysterically, against someones attempt to take his life."  

"yeah?"

 "but who would use a knife, against someone, when most people are always with a gun?"

"Well," "Although firearms are usually the most desirable weapons to use whenever making a hit." "Knives are excellent weapons as well." "Thier silence is the best thing about them." "The worst is the closeness to the target."

Approach your hit, get within three to four feet behind your mark and assume this stance. Bend your knees slightly with your blade held in your lead hand, while your other hand acts to seize hold of your mark for the knife thrust.

"From behind"

"Spring forward," sliding your "left arm" over the target's "right arm", "and up" to clamp the targets mouth from below." "Bend him backwards," "Breaking his balance to the rear." "Drive the knife slightly upward under the rib-cage," peircing into the chest cavity to penetrate the heart." "Cut""Side to Side." "Death comes in three seconds." "Unconsceuosness is induced instantly."

"It's likely common that your target will drop thier weapon, if this happens, make no attempt to prevent any further noises." "Just remain still for a few seconds, and listen for the sound of pursuit."

"It is most likely these noises will be overlooked."

"So,"..

"If no sound of pursuit is heard, you can drag or carry them backward out of site."

from behind

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shit! if they dont put me away, it'll be a miracle.

when ever kenny got us shit on, by that director because of those underground movies. i dropped out too. if it wasnt for Nasty. we would've been green-lighted. i haven't heard from scarecrow in a while or my brother and old crew, but you best believe ol`KJ is out there doing his shit. probobly literally too. somehow, that fucker found his way to being used to make some pornos' for some Nasty.productions.

...well anyways, they had this tard fucker called 'Puggsley,'

"or no wait," "I mean the dudes name was 'Piggsy.'

Anyways they're at this spot filming a scene for this big-ass, bollywood infamous, director, and he's got this tardfucker piggsy on the  movie-set, filming a movie about eating a corpse.So naturally, me and KJ is there, because we brought the body for filming.

"And sure as shit," "As you would have it. this director says to us; hes going to give fucking 'Kenny' a guest appearrance in this movie. this dude films fucking pornos and shit."  You know kenny always wants anything to do with porno. they had this picnic table-top with no legs on it, set up in the middle of the room. and there's this fat ol`fucker Piggsy standing in; He's all around the set with a chainsaw. He has to always be wearing some kind of sawd off pigs head, for a mask.or he cant get hard or perform or someshit.

"I liked his committment," really."  

and now you got me and kenny bringing in the meat. Right when we got there with the delivery; that's when this director tells Scarecrow he'll let him make a surprise guest appearance in his little "underground debut".this pig fucker is standing nude with his chainsaw, and starts the motor. he made a cut down the center, from the corpse asshole to the chin. he starts pulling the guts and organs out. then he started skinning the body to get to his meat. piggsy says, "Piggsy's gonna suck your guts!"

the pig fucker turns around for a split second, maby he was picking something up, or either putting something down." "and dumbass 'fucking' 'Kenneth' 'Jesperson,' our moron fucking Scarecrow fucked everything up. I dont know what the fuck was going through his mind, but after the pig fucker turned around for a split second;

thats when Kenny pulls his fucking pants down; hes bare-assed and dick flopping in the wind; as he straddles over this guys fucking meal, in the middle of the directors movie, or whatever the fuck it was; now hes standing on the table-top in center of the room.  takes a big massive shit right in the open cavity. hes squatting, and straddling this corpse with shit running out, his asshole and got his taint in the frame. the wide-eyed director,turns fucking red, drops his jaw to the floor in a pissed-off rage,furious in disbelief. then this pig fucker turns around and observes what he's just now seen. this pigfucker?""he wont move," "or do anything." "he's just standing there, a loss for words, staring in la-la land at nothing.the whole fucking room is complete silence.

the director is silent;this pig fucker,not a peep.

the camera is just rolling away!

and that dumbass is front row and center, facing away from the framed camera-shot.

and hes only looking over his shoulder back towards the camera with the stupefied expression that claims "I'm an innocent little  cute-ass","with a sweet smile",while his eyes locked on the camera, breaking the 4th wall like a stick of fucking dynomite.

his puppy dog smile was his innocent petitioning.

the question he was asking was, "did i do good?".

this went for a couple of minnutes;that seemed like forever, before the director lost his fucking shit. and that tard pigg fucker freaked out; ran to a darkend corner.

  'not fair stop!

oh...go away!     

noh' more going home!

piggsy not play n'oh more!

peggzy forget why here!

 piggsy!, you go to bed and asleep!

now, scarecrow is the scat-porn 'journey man' to a cannabal star.

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BONE SALUTE

TO HEADS

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SALUTE TO

BONEHEADS

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now this director's fucking livid. he obviosly doesnt want any more of kennys dumb shit. that director wanted a green light for fucking his production. but fucking Nasty loved the film and talked the director down. the rumor is that he dont want to use scarecrow or his peple for his productions. when it came back around. They were saying, that the director would go as far as even editing characters out of the final product.

where the fuck did you hear that? who the fuck told you that?

That's fucking hilarious, But i think its bullshit he wouldnt go that far. what did [Name:Censored] say when ever you told him about it?  

not shit!,not really. im sure he's glad that KJ was pushed out for him to return. but i know my fucking bro. he's gonna stand behind a smiley. good or bad.

thats horse shit, where the fuck did you hear this shit from? thats not how the shit went down.

ohhh,really? fucking enlighten me then. what the fuck was it that really happen?

I'm glad you asked, because Actually......

If You Only Knew How Bad Things Really Are.

what really happend was.....

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[BREAKING! NEWS!]

Late Breaking, and On the Ball! see the indepth interview!

your trusted Robbeca Chubbeck brings you the facts from the frontline!

A new bazzare account of the cruelty handed out by the Militant unidentified by officials who claim:"It's not really that surprising he would have this kind of Clockwork Orange sense of sinister humor. they think it's hillarious."

"and alot of trolls on social media agree, and were reported as laughing about this." "They love it, and think it's hillarious."

in a stunning in depth interview with the survivor which described thier whole ordeal said: They kept their eyes on the ground and allowed thier captor to lead. and then picked up a rose with their teeth, on the dip.

as his captor said they would beat the them if he messed up, or stepped out of line. they were beaten after the dance anyways.

source:

"They finished by cutting my nose off with pliers, and things like that

...and then durring that point, that was when i was like What the f___." "I never new such extremes exsisted."

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EX-HOSTAGE: KILLER MADE ME DANCE THE TANGO

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""On the Hour!" "The Tenatious Robbeca Chubbeck, takes you upclose with a CCN exclusive!""

"the inter-american court of human rights ordered the club "A FIFTY-FIVE" to pay reporations to a convicted rapist, $50,000 after whipping him with a faulty recalled device. the outdated device that was used, was from a recalled production line, and was not held up by the standards and practices.

durring the time of the incedent, the victim claims that after being humiliated by the giving and receiving of pleasure from acts involving the reciept or infliction of pain, the practitioners of the sadomasochism were seeking sexual gratification from their acts. the victom describes the ordeal:

 "They did it on purpose!" "The 'A55' failed to inform a member thats its 'practitioner,was with a form of deafness, and accute hearing loss.'" "They knowingly  allowed this physically disabled individual to use the faulty product before causing harm. man says,

 "when I expected this to happen, I never expected this to happen."  

"When ever I had reconized that the product being used was from that recalled line." "I said, "this thing looks strange."   "then They put their hand over my mouth and was like," "shut the f$%k up!" "shut the f#$k up!"

He was wearing a full length skirt, and a tee-shirt, with toe shoes.

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All of her coleagues and coworkers. Every one of at CCN have many things to say

about Robbeca Chubbeck always on the ball. shes hard nosed and tenatious..she must have some kind of suicidal death wish.when she chases a lead to her story. she's like a Bloodhound on the scent of Blood,She takes the 'hands on' approach journalism, and if she catches that fresh scent of a story. she is known for becomming relentless to hunt it down. sometimes toes get stepped on in the pursuit of the truth.

always looking for that next big story.

she started pulling threads,after a source came to her about a missing boy. he had been missing for the last 4months when the source approached her. the mother of the missing boy had been ostracized because of her outspoken and strong  beliefs. she was commonly known for her distrust towards authorites and there were some lesser known damning allegations involving several members of the CCPD. the ostracization was more of a political throw of the CCPDs weight. here in lies her problem.after the secretively descreet meeting between Gary Schaffer, and the CCNews Executives. there was some kind of secret Circle Jerk handjob. and then very shorty following their meeting.  the producers were indirectly known to endorse the CCPD and thier affiliates. the CEO's and producers of CCNews do what they can whenever it involves scratching the backs of the CCPD. they keep the boys in blue happy and those CCN researchers and producers have the increased capacity towards gaining a headstart into leads of certain stories, and sometimes an occasional leak.

the call came though, from up the top of the ladder, about this mother. it was determined that they could not afford to risk putting a microphone in that woman's hand, it was in the realm of possibility that because of her known aggressions and  expressing a rebelliously subversive outlook towards authorities, and their personal political revolution, and curruption.  

there was an official statement of the incident with the missing boy. so they couldn't chop the tree at the roots. when they finally released that official report and the story of the missing boy came out. It would be Gary Schaffer himself to assure that every thing was being done to resolve the situation. his thoughts and prayers were with the missing boy and family. his hopeful expression shown through sadness. he explained that no body has yet been found living or not,so the missing boy might only be lost,but alive.  before and after the the brief segment of explianing the situation, the segment was surrounded and smeared with fluff stories, this effectively drowned out the stories potential traction.

complaints would go full spin for the already exsausted mother of a missing child. Robbeca went looking for trouble with the CCPD she was snooping around, because of the woman and her son being placed on the back burner. they were wanting to arrest her for the scene she was causing, decided not to.

the mother eventually continued rounding the CCN station, and the CCPD station. demanding answers, demanding resaults, demanding a resolution. she was demanding her son.

Robbeca was obviously sypathetic to this greaving woman. and her missing child. there is no spoken words,nor anything that can effectively console her greif. unless your saying "they found him.

when the decision was finally made for the two of them to meet it was agreed  it should be done secretively and private. "why all the cloak and dagger stuff?" "does that make you some kind of super cherry progressive deepthroat?" "or something?"  the womans depressing mood seemed to spirit up. after taking notice she continued the joke. "rob the nob"

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unlocking the door he stepped inside the opening stopping in the center of the threshhold. he was observantly scanning for any irregularities, or anything out of place.

it was obvious that the only thing out of place was in the center of the room.

dissatisfied he watched as she sat with her legs in a proned kneeling position.

she was just sitting with her legs underneath her, and her butt was resting on the floor,between her legs. her hair reached down towards the top center of her back between her shoulder blades.  both of her hands were in front of her covering her face. he couldn't see it, but he knew she was crying. she seemed to be crying alot more recently.

`hey, baby,` `cheer up. ok?` she didnt respond.

he moved into the room over to the bed and then comfortably lounged himself out. he was watching what she would do, but he wanted to see her face.

`dont  you remember when i first got you here.`

`you were nonstop with the questions.` `you wanted to know about all kinds of things.`

she looks at him.

`i told you that i wanted to take you with me every where i went,`

`but i couldnt.` `not always` `not then`

`you were still too new.`

`i really meant that baby.`

 `i need to be able to trust you, like i know you trust me. i always bring you your food.` `without me you would die.` `i bring you clothes.` `im keeping your family safe.` `im keeping you safe.`

`i knew you were still inexperianced around here, but you've been here long enough` `now to know whats what.`

`come over here and lie next to me. so we can talk.`

`i got you out of all of those old dirty uncomfortable clothes you were wearing.

first it was a cute little dress.` `you were talking to me alot more then.` `you asked me what the new clothes were for.`

`but you remember.` `dont you sweetie?`

`we were scared of those bad people, you remember dont you.` `i know, i sure was.` `we had to change your old clothes, and the way you look because those bad people would be looking.`

"where are those bad people?" finally her response.

`ohhh?''they are out there.''looking.`

"looking for what?" searching for any of the problems solution.

`what do you think?``silly,``you and me.`

`you remember why dont you.?`

"the game?"

`that's right, you remember. You're very smart.`

`im doing every thing to protect you,` `you and your family.`

"maby they arent playing anymore?"  the childs response was hopefull of a rhetoric completion.   

`are you serious?`i wish that were true, `but we've barely even gotten started.`

she started with a growing concerning look.

"you go outside all the time" "Do you see any of those bad people?"

"how do you know they are bad people?"

`it's ok.``dont feel bad``i've been doing this for a long time,``i remember not to forget.`

`dont tell me that you've forgotten already?``that's the most important part.`

`it was your idea.`

`you were so polite.``so,sweet,` and very smart`

 `going on, and on, informing me, that you had just recently had your birthday.`  

The mouse by the tail showed optomism holding strong. "but how?""how do you know they are bad people?"

`let me tell you.`

`you are the kid that has to face it.` `its your truth.`

`theyre watching like a dog.`

 `not a cute puppy either.`

he leaned in close. bringing his face closer to hers. he took his index finger and started tapping the side of his head with a serious inquisitive observation.

`they are very crafty`

`and you are my best friend thats why you need to know these things`

`we went for a walk,``it was just you and me.``you were telling my all about your birthday cake, and presents.``you were so awsome, that i told you my secret. remember?``i told you about the bad people looking for me.``i thought we should go faster and faster,and never slow down. remember?``you weren't sure that we could run fast enough, and those bad people could get us then.``that was when you had that great idea.`

`it was all your brilliant idea,`

`you told me we should go hide, because the bad people are excellent seekers.``we went to the secret place remember?`

"that was a game over right?"

`right!`

cat and mouse

"and the new game started right?"

`yup, when you taught me that we should hide, they were looking for you now, because it was your idea`

`thats the rules`

'Dang It!' mouse by the tail.

`i was so relieved you came along``your an excellent hider` `

'if those bad people would have found mee!,` `then obviously, they would have hurt my mommy and daddy,``i was sure to lose`but hey!, you and me we make a great team now`

`we started figuring this stuff out together.` remember?

`what are some of those important things you and me gotta remember?`

"uhhh?,"...."never someone you know?"

`thats right,im glad you remember, thats the easiest way to get caught`

"um!...never somewhere they know?"

'sorta close, they already know to look in the places they dont know', 'so we always go places that "you"

 dont know, do you get it? that's a super way to hide.do you get it?

"maby we should just tell someone else and let them find where we are?"

 he pulled his straight razor out of his side pocket, and started thumbing its sharpness.

`we've already gone over this.``if it helps, i can remind you why that is a

terrible idea.``now, you had your birthday not very long ago right?``you're how old now?

`at first i thought you to be four,``you said to me, "no", `that you've already been four,bud.

`

 `spread open your legs,``open wide so i can show you something,

 'you  need to remember.`

he watched as she placed her feet together and pulled them in very close to her body with a frog pose.

as he leaned over her preparing for an intimate closeness. he placed the razor on the inside of her thigh so that the dole side was touching the skin. the cold surprise made her twitch on contact.

`i'd hate to lose a person i've grown so attached to, or someone I love now, because of some terrible idea.`

`if they discover you in hiding,

 those bad people, i told you about. would take someone that you love,

`and with a blade just like this one.` `they would start the cuts in small sections and work it slowley down.`

he slowley slid the dole blade moving in

 towards her very inner thigh, into the her spot,

 where the legs are joined inside at the hip.

he continued.

'then after they finish around here!'

he started making circular movements for her visual expliotation.

 `theyed work thier way all the way down back to the toes.`

'they would probably even tell her that it was your fault,this was happening,'

 'because your idea was,

'"maby we should just tell someone else, and let them find where we are."'

 `i dont want that to happen, i know you dont want that to happen` so...

'until the game is over. we stick to the really smart plan,

 'your idea,'

'you came up with.

'we'll always hide in places you dont know.`

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are you having a pannic attack?

The prime focus of the house-proud feast is laid out on the table. Set as a dinner for two. At the center of attention, on the table there is a large block of melting ice rectangled,  on the tables midleaf, now disolving 'twofoot' by "whoops!,"                                                                                                                                    "nice! "she slid" 'Nasty said as he was watching her lose  '1 and one half' of her footing.

The evenings' Divertissment was naked,at the centerpoint of convergence. the entertaining main feature would be a climax, found her at Gropecunt Lane for a party favor; a masterpeice de submissio. Bound with Barbed-Wire at the wrists. Her arms obviously behind her back. she is standing bare footed and centered on top of the iceblock with a top centered noose secured firmely around her neck.

there she is  struggling to remain atop in a steady squirm hustle. the host, and guest are enjoying the display while their evenings 'front-and- centerpeice,'  crys with distraught, strickt focus. with  salted tears, pouring down her cheeks, blurring her confused eyes in fear. This forces yellow, green, snotty mucus and bloody mixxed phlegm to pour in natural descent. flowing down in lines from her upperlip advancing, accross her bottomlip, under the chin continueing down.

Her cumming fluids became the saltysnot, extra busy,Freeway; travleing her obviously frequent driven expressway of her exquisit figure toward her tit. the weight and gravity caused a growing dribble to form on her left nipple now.   

Mr.Nasty sat in revelment in observance of the table.

there was a growing voyeur arrousal taking in the voluptuous inundate.

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clint comfortably  repositioned accross from where 'Nasty.'was sitting.

,,,,"well the standard productions are usually pretty demonetized"

breaking the peircing silence in aquiesce to what Nasty had just spoken to him.

"What does that mean?""usually?" Clint was concerning,while

Nasty slid him a video-tape around the centerpeice.

"Dont ruin the Lust"

"whats this?"

His Horse-power was Giddy with excitement. so CLINT openly accepted the gift from Nasty.

"ohhhh!"There we are!""I see our little freind,"

"I knew you'd show!"

"hmmm? Waking the Dead?" "are we?"

"Well,"

"I already provided the entertainment for tonights meal."

"but I suppose if you'd rather have dinner and a movie,instead?." "I can oblige you!"

"no,no!" "It's not that!" "I just thought you would like to see where your last thing was going."

"you really put yourself into it with effort", "so, I went ahead and made you a little surprise."

Nasty was trying to stay direct with his responses without too much leading.

Clint wanted distance from Nasty's accepted Dominancy.

He flushed it from his insides.

"I rarely like surprises"

"Well"..."I think you'll apreciate this one."

"I know, you remember, when I told you a while back that I would get you eventually working with an associate bigdeal from Bollywood."

"you were salivating"

"Back when ever you'd heard that"."It was still only in a  "potentially phase",

 of "possibly" working some higher quallity better production style". "I couldn't tell you then, the Directors name, Because I didn't want to jinx it,if he had pulled out."

"Well"..."it's "officially", "unofficial;" that now "Lionel Starkwhether" is ready to do production mashups with Valiant."

"When we were talking things over." "He was questioning where his quality productions would sit at Valiant."

"He wanted to see something that was veritial, and Visceral" he was impatient and excited."

"All I had with me was that footage you gave me from your last kanoodling."

"Once he got ahold of your footage." "He started slobbering at the chops."

"and he knew that was just a little preappitizer"; "only a taste."

"then he was already idolizing the shit," "then he was having what he called, were "quality ideas"

"to "up""the""poduction""value."

"He assured me that he wouldn't pervert your artistic integrity", "But he also made me alittle uneasy when he  wanted to do a slight edit".

"In the words he used," "He said",

"He only needed a few days." "so, "I went ahead and gave him two weeks,for professional courtesy."

"And Well,""Any ways", "I got this.".......

he pointed at the VHS Clint was holding.

Nasty continued.

"You know Valiant always keeps the original hard copy.

"But", "what you have there in your hands is the very first copy, for reproduction."

Surprised, CLINT was quickened to Wide eyed excitement.  

"ohhhh!"

"Well", "Shit!"

"Now I've gotta see what all the Hell he did."

"Have you seen it?"

there was no response from Nasty. untill he was rounding hard at the tape.

"Do you want to watch it with me?"

"Should I worry about it?

Slipping innotice his conversational center peice wasn't joining in the conversation. she wasn't trying to, nor could she, if she had wanted too. while she was slipping to stay afloat on top. one of her feet took a bannana peel slide for the worse. she started to gag, and the quick involuntary forced jerk action was beginning to bleed, because she ripped some more of her arms flesh with the barbed wire hold. clint couldn't help himself when it came time to indulge.

"tsk"-"tsk"-"tsking" "ohhh dear," "it will all end in tears at this rate."

Nasty did not loose train of thought watching clint verbally correct his submissio;

peice de resistance.

"no!,"..."It's nothing to fancy.""and "You don't need to worry about it".

"from what've seen of it already."

"It should be rewarding, and memorable."

"This should even excite the senses."

"He used his connections to get the Press Prerelease""as an editorial addition."

Clint was still eyeballing the VHS he was holding with confusion.

"What do you mean?"  

"Well","Basically,".... "In short,"

"The CCPolice inspired the CCNews with the idea that they should hold something back; convincing them of a leak."

"the CCP  will be giving them something that is considered good to the C.C.News," "But it would be something that they shouldnt make public for awhile."

"It's so fucking great." "after your videos' release," "comes an authenticity factor from a pressed leak."

"How did that blow over?" "You know those media whores cant keep any thing secret."

he watched her feet desperately abound at mounting on the platform ice stand.

 "This was done as a favor by them.""to the News from C.C.P.D." "It was the Directors' Connection," "His connection told the CCN that they would get the exclusivity to some special inside information," As long as they kept it back until they were ready."  

she was coasting along with her desperate attempts to relieve the tension of her neck. Her movements were untrusting on her doubtful pedestal. Finnaly her self infliction from resistance to submit to the expiration of her body, forcing the blood and sweat which was running down her back into and from the dimple of her ass curving en route with the vermilion. it's cruor was coagulating in gravity. it was still in travel advancing the inside of her leg, onward to the slow melting ice nadir.

There is no shame in not knowing. The shame is in not finding out.

Clint got up from the table and walked into the joining room.

When he returned. He was wheeling with him; a rolling tray stand with a TV/VCR on the top rack. After he Plugged in his setup. He fed the VCR tape into the hungry Cassette Entrance. Its' auto-play feature started running  Its function.

After the Auto-tracking completed and the last few lines of static rolled out of frame. His feature began to play.

Excitement was growing.

He continued with an interested smile.

"Heeeey!"

"What do'ya know?""It's new! and improved."

 "and"

   "It's not even half bad for the production value."

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after watching the beginning edits and hype promotional prepress release, He kept it playing in the Televisions'view, while he fast-forwordded through. he could tell that his feature is approaching onto the end of his movie.

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Mr.Nasty looked at Clint to gage his reaction towards every thing.

"Well?"..."

Clint was the first to play ball and aquiesce his approval.

"It's kinda neat!"

 "and Most importantly, it should be fun."

"Tonight I'll watch the whole thing 'front to back.'"

he took his ice pick sitting infront of him, and brought it down on to the block of ice, into the crevace between her 'big and longtoe'. Her shakey coasting was now halted for the moment of relief. Her toes reflexively pinched, and grabbed the icepick for support..  she reassessed, and repositioned herself; slightley reducing the tension to her neck. While he retrieved the mallet which had been left lying stationary next to the iceblock.

 After gaining a comfortable swing possition. He started to tap the pick. gently chipping for his renewed refreshment. each tap was brimming and relaxed. he noticed her desperation.

"I love you darling," "your daddy loves you"

"Baby!"

"Daddy forgives you,"...."Really,"....."He Does."

 his hand ungripped the stuck icepick for the momment to slide his thumb and indexxed finger up and into her overies and sphincter clamping a tight grip squeeze

Nasty was still sideways splitting the ends to sell it to him.

"It will be sensational,sensual, and a popular replete."

"With adultery,"

"..."and sudden Death."

It can take a whole life-time of practice, and discipline to achieve a perfected honed craft.

 quickening to her repositioned advantage. this diversion was fractionally allowing for a better amount of circulation to return. her body was naturally and reflexively resisting into grabbing for life with non-submission to die. the pick that was now eating away at her timer, now gave her solid foothold.

his object of torture was her momentary eureeka savior.

its inevitable for her natural dying body reflex.

yet, she decided she wanted to converse now.

her salty running tears were reaching faintly at the flesh under the taught rope noose.

"Please!""I Have a Family!"

her gulp was a pleading action,denying submission. this was a flagrant abomination on top of her one woman perch.  

"Pleh!"..",!"I'll give you money!" "WHATEVER YOU WANT!"

"PLEEASE!?"(eek!)"IM SORRY!"

"I'M!" (ungh!) "SOO!" "SOOO!" "SORRY!"

the snot bubble on her right nostral; popped and returned and the traffic-delay was in full flow on her freeway.

with the natural direction to her nipple. he was eyeing between her naked thighs.  "Slippery when wet" would've been a great sign to put on that wall,he thought, or "Watch Ice"  

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"

"DON'T KILL ME!"

"PLEASE LET ME GO?!!"

(ungh!)

"I'LL DO ANYTHING,(geh!)I SWEAR!"

"PLEASE?"

His power of a perfect dominance was ruined

now a time of stagnance. thinking naturally, he will question This naked cunt. he introverted the thought to him self, but spoke directly at Nasty.

"Are those fighting words?"

"It's the voices."I never meant to hurt you",."You just kept making me think those thoughts".

he was watching for pink.

"Hey!""HEY!!""HEY!!"

"You little fucking tease!,"....." he hits it just a little bit.

"Don't be scared,""I'll be right there,"

"Before YOU CAN SCREAM FOR HELP!!," "YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"

yeah, YOU FILTHY! SLUT!! "Leading me on like a young tart!"

"" "tsk"-"tsk"-"tsk"

"Daddy understands","Baby!,""he really does."

"tsk"-"tsk"

internally his flood gates were widening.

his nights unwilling exhibitionism participant,managed to clearify into the dark of an iceskating figurine icecapade.      

"Be good,"... "and Dance for Daddy"...."

"DANCE!"....

"FOR!!""DADDY!!!"

"YOU STINKING WHORE!!!"

"This is gonna be so special!"

patiently waiting for the ipsation flow of her combined tears, blood, and snot to continue, and commence the carpool overflow lane of express traffic.

"I Know your Watching Me."

he knew realistically that her eyes were fucked-off from forcing hypoxia.

catching a breif relax  observing the stationary.

His icebunny figureine.

"Tick"Tock"

a stimulation comming from private speculation  

bodily effluvia  dribbling down from her lips at the cusp of her inner thighs' gap. this was surpassing anything that was before.

you've gotta respect the midieval answer to the call of the middle age.

automatic blood mixxed dribble, was when the middle ages rise.

he wanted to restore it to it's former purity.

before the period of decline

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your little show was the bounce back for that director.

what? why?

scat..

what did someone shit on him or somethin?

hes been twisted since the smiley delivery thing.

smiley?

yeah,...?didnt you hear what happend?with scarecrow?

fuck that bitch ass. if you havent already.

why the fuck would i give two shits about the scarecrow,that?

thats your little buddy you used to run around with,aint it?.

WHO?.. now concerning interest.

you really havent heard then? huh?

I know that you used to run with [Name:Censored] and his people?

i havent fucked with any of them in so many a fucking day.

not since the chapter was original.

i used to be real fucking tight with zeke. him and his fucking kinfolks  were real fucking tight" motherfucker [Name:Censored] was a realass dude. and he fucking shaddow. zeke would fuck everybody's headup, and then he got em. trained. always there, pretty solid,. i didnt really fuck with them all the time.

zeke was forreal my fucking people.

ahhh! a boy and his dog. how sweet.

is that how you got fucked in the head.

fucking zeke?,'dudes the fucking truth. when i was around way long before the scarecrows connections to a higher table, took control.

His Cousin [Name:Censored] was pretty twisted before him.

. when they were little, their mom dissapeared on em'. Because their mom's were sisters naturally they all glaumed together. [Name:Censored] is now the middle child between ol'ezekiel Hastings and his little brother Danan adrian ulandre

 they wanted the power of fame. before they were really even the smileys thats the reason i went my own way. "When i see the Iceburg approaching the Titanic." he took a hard efficient swing into the icepick lopping off a heavy 45 degree angle from a whole quarter section of his iceballerinas ice-scating ring.

"Relax!", "Just"Relax!" "Feel it?"

she was sqwirming with alot less to play with.

Nasty was listening and inching his approach.

"Yeah... but that doesnt explain the Holy Trinity."

well,long ago.

you've gotta respect the midieval answer to the call of the middle age.

[Name:Censored] was that middle ages rise. zeke brought in a fucking ghost.

to learn how to take out the garbage.

they wanted to be famous. i prefer to be infamous.

you know what they say. a family that preys together ties the motherfucker up and flayes together.

no?

fucking  the reason i  

led all of them to the promise land. Scarecrow took em' to hell.   

why you fucking cant stand him?

its not really even that.

 i just go way the fuck back with the first chapter.

they havent been a fucking chapter in a long ass time.

they've been made legit for a long time now. that was scarecrow.

yeah, maby but with out the blue blood crow. my boy zeke and [Name:Censored] are the mother fucking truth. like i said i know all of them, even though i wasnt tight with dude and his lilbro.[Name:Censored]

and eziekiel

i burned off from any of them, long before they let that dipshit take the wheel.  

no! no! not even on that. didnt you hear what happened with scarecrow.?

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shes slipping away

time is running out

i feel you downing, i can see you drowning.

its getting colder

she was my saviour

fall away from here

your slipping away

run for cover

and dont fall in

every now and then i fall, every now and then i lose control

every time i stare into your eyes

ill run and youll hide.

every time i stand your who lies

the split in her arm started.

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