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Excellent documentary on the grave
situation that now faces us in the
United States and the World

VERY important that you watch now!
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Posted on 2 November 2009
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FATAL VISION: The Deeper Evil Behind The Detainee Bill, by Chris Floyd

 

 

The American flag, the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights have now been torn to shreads. "Rest In Peace (RIP)", Freedom and Liberty. RIP, "the experiment in democracy".

 

We have watched in dumb amazement (those of us who have realized what is really going on, that is) as for the past five years the Bill of Rights, the U.S. Constitution, liberty, and freedom have been step by step, systematically eviscerated, first with the so-called "USA P.A.T.R.I.O.T. Act (those who criticize it supposedly aren't patriots)", and then with the latest afront on domestic freedom and liberty, the "Military Commissions Act of 2006," also known among other names as the "Detainee Bill", passed by an almost completely cowed Senate in the dead of night on Friday, the 29th day of September, 2006.

 

Now NONE OF US is safe. Not civil libertarians, not dissenters, not protesters of even the mildest variety (as virtually everything is now considered "terrorism"), and not even those blind worshippers of the U.S. government or its agents; because, if someone decides they don't like you, or gets jealous or resentful of you, all they need do is CLAIM you criticized the government, defended "rights", felt that certain force used against someone was excessive, or committed some other equally innocent "perceived threatening conduct" (some of the federal government's favorite wording that they now use for those who exercise their inalienable, immutable, inviolable First Amendment rights of Freedom of Speech, Belief and Dissent to disagree with their government), and you will very likely be "disappeared" into custody, stripped of U.S. citizenship, and be interro(r)gated, intimidated, humiliated, terrorized, tortured, and/or very possibly murdered, all without "Due Process of Law" under the Fifth and Fourteen Amendments of the U.S. Constitution, or a fair, unbiased hearing, access to an impartial lawyer, court, judge, or jury; and, if you live through this process, you could be kept secretly imprisoned forever without access to ANYONE important to you. This is NO exageration WHATSOVER; and, if "We, The People" don't repeal this horrific law, or the U.S. Supreme court doesn't overturn it, this is the END of our Republic, of Democracy, and of ALL Liberty and Freedom in "the land of the free, and the home of the brave", and THE END OF ALL protection(s) from a capricious, out of control, dictatorial government.

 

So, you see, the inviolable freedoms and liberties that we have so taken for granted, and that most Americans now have so little understanding of the supreme importance of, much to our grave detriment, were not overturned by "Islamo-Fascist terrorists", nor by protesting, dissenting U.S. citizens, nor journalists critical of the government, nor any other equally illusory, contrived, manufactured, engineered, and/or U.S.-government-created, state-sponsored "enemy(ies)", agents, assets, patsies, bogeymen, infiltra(i)tors, disinfo-agents, detractors, distractors, naysayers, actors, shills, trolls, hackers, informers, spies, entrappers, and/or agents provocateur, etc., but this act of true terrorism was carried out by the very people in our own government who are literally sworn to uphold and protect the U.S. Constitution "from all enemies, foreign AND DOMESTIC", including from THEMSELVES and other tyrannical, 'absolutely despotic' (to loosely quote the Declaration of Independence) forces in that very government; and the vast majority of them have COMPLETELY failed us and thrown EVERY SINGLE PERSON in this great country OF OURS into limitless danger and threat(s) by that government to the very safety of EACH AND EVERY ONE OF OUR LIVES.

 

The following is very likely the best article on this subject that has thus far been written, at least as far as I am aware; and, therefore, I share it with you at this time to further clarify just how truly catastrophic, life-threatening and consequential the situation we are now in actually is for every single man, woman, child, and little baby in this entire country, and ultimately in this entire world. The world-renowned True Journalist who wrote this great article, Chris Floyd, is also a True Hero and an exceedingly courageous human being for writing such an accurate article of warning to world-citizens planet-wide, and such an accurate portrayal of the extremely dire situation the U.S. and the world are in as a direct result of the subject matter it covers, as follows:

 

 

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Click here to go to Chris Floyd's blog, 'Empire Burlesque'!    FATAL VISION: THE DEEPER EVIL
    BEHIND THE DETAINEE BILL
    ("Big Brother" Government
    Is Now Here In The U.S.)
    By Chris Floyd, T.O. UK Reporter
    t r u t h o u t | Perspective
    Tuesday, 3 October 2006
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    U.S.A. and Internationally
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    Empire Burlesque (Chris' blog)
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    (This is a slightly revised version of a piece that first appeared on the Oct. 2nd edition of Truthout.org .)

    There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country -- if the people lose their confidence in themselves -- and lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.

--- Walt Whitman

 

    I.

 

    It was a dark hour indeed (on Friday, September 29th, 2006) when the United States Senate voted to end the constitutional republic and transform the country into a "Leader-State," giving the president and his agents the power to capture, torture and imprison forever anyone -- American citizens included -- whom they arbitrarily decide is an "enemy combatant." This also includes those who merely give "terrorism" some kind of "support," defined so vaguely that many experts say it could encompass legal advice, innocent gifts to charities or even political opposition to US government policy within its draconian strictures.

 

 

    All of this is bad enough -- a sickening and cowardly surrender of liberty not seen in a major Western democracy since the Enabling Act passed by the German Reichstag in March 1933. But it is by no means the full extent of our degradation. In reality, the darkness is deeper, and more foul, than most people imagine. For in addition to the dictatorial powers of seizure and torment given by Congress on Thursday to George W. Bush -- powers he had already seized and exercised for five years anyway, even without this fig leaf of sham legality -- there is a far more sinister imperial right that Bush has claimed -- and used -- openly, without any demur or debate from Congress at all: ordering the "extrajudicial killing" of anyone on earth that he and his deputies decide -- arbitrarily, without charges, court hearing, formal evidence, or appeal -- is an "enemy combatant."

 

    That's right; from the earliest days of the Terror War -- September 17, 2001, to be exact -- Bush has claimed the peremptory power of life and death over the entire world. If he says you're an enemy of America, you are. If he wants to imprison you and torture you, he can. And if he decides you should die, he'll kill you. This is not hyperbole, liberal paranoia, or "conspiracy theory": it's simply a fact, reported by the mainstream media, attested by senior administration figures, recorded in official government documents -- and boasted about by the president himself, in front of Congress and a national television audience.

 

    And although the Republic-snuffing act just passed by Congress does not directly address Bush's royal prerogative of murder, it nonetheless strengthens it and enshrines it in law. For the measure sets forth clearly that the designation of an "enemy combatant" is left solely to the executive branch; neither Congress nor the courts have any say in the matter. When this new law is coupled with the existing "Executive Orders" authorizing "lethal force" against arbitrarily designated "enemy combatants," it becomes, quite literally, a license to kill -- with the seal of Congressional approval.

 

    How arbitrary is this process by which all our lives and liberties are now governed? Dave Niewert at Orcinus has unearthed a remarkable admission of its totally capricious nature. In an December 2002 story in the Washington Post, then-Solicitor General Ted Olson described the anarchy at the heart of the process with admirable frankness:

 

    "[There is no] requirement that the executive branch spell out its criteria for determining who qualifies as an enemy combatant," Olson argues.

 

    "'There won't be 10 rules that trigger this or 10 rules that end this,' Olson said in the interview. 'There will be judgments and instincts and evaluations and implementations that have to be made by the executive that are probably going to be different from day to day, depending on the circumstances.'"

 

    In other words, what is safe to do or say today might imperil your freedom or your life tomorrow. You can never know if you are on the right side of the law, because the "law" is merely the whim of the Leader and his minions: their "instincts" determine your guilt or innocence, and these flutterings in the gut can change from day to day. This radical uncertainty is the very essence of despotism -- and it is now, formally and officially, the guiding principle of the United States government.

 

    And underlying this edifice of tyranny is the prerogative of presidential murder. Perhaps the enormity of this monstrous perversion of law and morality has kept it from being fully comprehended. It sounds unbelievable to most people: a president ordering hits like a Mafia don? But that is our reality, and has been for five years. To overcome what seems to be a widespread cognitive dissonance over this concept, we need only examine the record -- a record, by the way, taken entirely from publicly available sources in the mass media. There's nothing secret or contentious about it, nothing that any ordinary citizen could not know -- if they choose to know it.


 

    II.

 

    Six days after the 9/11 attacks, George W. Bush signed a "presidential finding" authorizing the CIA to kill those individuals whom he had marked for death as terrorists. This in itself was not an entirely radical innovation; Bill Clinton's White House legal team had drawn up memos asserting the president's right to issue "an order to kill an individual enemy of the United States in self-defense," despite the legal prohibitions against assassination, the Washington Post reported in October 2001. The Clinton team based this ruling on the "inherent powers" of the "Commander in Chief" -- that mythical, ever-elastic construct that Bush has evoked over and over to defend his own unconstitutional usurpations.

 

    The practice of "targeted killing" was apparently never used by Clinton, however; despite the pro-assassination memos, Clinton followed the traditional presidential practice of bombing the hell out of a bunch of civilians whenever he wanted to lash out at some recalcitrant leader or international outlaw -- as in his bombing of the Sudanese pharmaceutical factory in 1998, or the two massive strikes he launched against Iraq in 1993 and 1998, or indeed the death and ruin that was deliberately inflicted on civilian infrastructure in Serbia during that nation's collective punishment for the crimes of Slobodan Milosevic. Here, was following the example set by George H.W. Bush, who killed hundreds, perhaps thousands, of Panamanian civilians in his illegal arrest of Manuel Noriega in 1988, and Ronald Reagan, who killed Moamar Gadafy's adopted 2-year-old daughter and 100 other civilians in a punitive strike on Libya in 1986.

 

    Junior Bush, of course, was about to outdo all those blunderbuss strokes with his massive air attacks on Afghanistan, which killed thousands of civilians, and the later orgy of death and destruction in Iraq. But he also wanted the power to kill individuals at will. At first, the assassination program was restricted to direct orders from the president aimed at specific targets, as suggested by the Clinton memos. But soon the arbitrary power of life and death was delegated to agents in the field, after Bush signed orders allowing CIA assassins to kill targets without seeking presidential approval for each attack, the Washington Post reported in December 2002. Nor was it necessary any longer for the president to approve each new name added to the target list; the "security organs" could designate "enemy combatants" and kill them as they saw fit. However, Bush was always keen to get the details about the agency's wetwork, administration officials assured the Post.

 

    The first officially confirmed use of this power was the killing of an American citizen, along with several foreign nationals, by a CIA drone missile in Yemen on November 3, 2002. A similar strike occurred on December 4, 2005, when a CIA missile destroyed a house and purportedly killed Abu Hamza Rabia, a suspected al-Qaeda figure. But the only bodies found at the site were those of two children, the houseowner's son and nephew, Reuters reports. The grieving father denied any connection to terrorism. An earlier CIA strike on another house missed Rabia but killed his wife and children, Pakistani officials reported.

 

    However, there is simply no way of knowing at this point how many people have been killed by American agents operating outside all judicial process. Most of the assassinations are carried out in secret: quietly, professionally. As a Pentagon document uncovered by the New Yorker in December 2002 revealed, the death squads must be "small and agile," and "able to operate clandestinely, using a full range of official and non-official cover arrangements to ... enter countries surreptitiously."

 

    What's more, there are strong indications that the Bush administration has outsourced some of the contracts to outside operators. In the original Post story about the assassinations -- in those first heady weeks after 9/11, when administration officials were much more open about "going to the dark side," as Cheney boasted on national television -- Bush insiders told the paper that "it is also possible that the instrument of targeted killings will be foreign agents, the CIA's term for nonemployees who act on its behalf.

 

    Here we find a deadly echo of the "rendition" program that has sent so many captives to torture pits in Syria, Egypt and elsewhere -- including many whose innocence has been officially established, such as the Canadian businessman Maher Arar, German national Khalid El-Masri, UK native Mozzam Begg and many others. They had been subjected to imprisonment and torture despite their innocence, because of intelligence "mistakes." How many have fallen victim to Bush's hit squads on similar shaky grounds?

 

    So here we are. Congress has just entrenched the principle of Bush's "unitary executive" dictatorship into law; and it is this principle that undergirds the assassination program. As I wrote in December, it's hard to believe that any genuine democracy would accept a claim by its leader that he could have anyone killed simply by labeling them an "enemy." It's hard to believe that any adult with even the slightest knowledge of history or human nature could countenance such unlimited, arbitrary power, knowing the evil it is bound to produce. Yet this is exactly what the great and good in America have done.

 

    But this should come as no surprise. They have known about it all along, and have not only countenanced Bush's death squad, but even celebrated it. I'll end with one more passage from that December article, which sadly is even more apt for our degraded reality today. It was a depiction of the one of the most revolting scenes in recent American history: Bush's state of the Union address in January 2003, delivered live to the nation during the final warmongering frenzy before the rape of Iraq:

 

    Trumpeting his successes in the Terror War, Bush claimed that "more than 3,000 suspected terrorists" had been arrested worldwide -- "and many others have met a different fate." His face then took on the characteristic leer, the strange, sickly half-smile it acquires whenever he speaks of killing people: "Let's put it this way. They are no longer a problem."

 

    In other words, the suspects -- and even Bush acknowledged they were only suspects -- had been murdered. Lynched. Killed by agents operating unsupervised in that shadow world where intelligence, terrorism, politics, finance and organized crime meld together in one amorphous, impenetrable mass. Killed on the word of a dubious informer, perhaps: a tortured captive willing to say anything to end his torment, a business rival, a personal foe, a bureaucrat looking to impress his superiors, a paid snitch in need of cash, a zealous crank pursuing ethnic, tribal or religious hatreds -- or any other purveyor of the garbage data that is coin of the realm in the shadow world.

 

    Bush proudly held up this hideous system as an example of what he called "the meaning of American justice." And the assembled legislators ... applauded. Oh, how they applauded! They roared with glee at the leering little man's bloodthirsty, B-movie machismo. They shared his sneering contempt for law -- our only shield, however imperfect, against the blind, brute, ignorant, ape-like force of raw power. Not a single voice among them was raised in protest against this tyrannical machtpolitik: not that night, not the next day, not ever.

 

    And now, in September 2006, we know they will never raise that protest. Oh, a few Democrats stood up at the last minute on Thursday to posture nobly about the dangers of the detainee bill -- but only when they knew that it was certain to pass, when they had already given up their one weapon against it, the filibuster, in exchange for permission from their Republican masters to offer amendments that they also knew would fail. Had they been offering such speeches since October 2001, when the lineaments of Bush's presidential tyranny were already clear -- or at any other point during the systematic dismantling of America's liberties over the past five years -- these fine words might have had some effect.

 

    Now the killing will go on. The tyranny that has entered upon the country will grow stronger, more brazen; the darkness will deepen. Whitman, thou should'st be living at this hour; America has need of thee. (Subtitle and/or emphasis added by Wolf Britain.)

 



 

    Chris Floyd is an American journalist residing in the UK. His work has appeared in print and online in venues all over the world, including The Nation, Counterpunch, Columbia Journalism Review, the Christian Science Monitor, Il Manifesto, the Moscow Times, and many others. He is the author of Empire Burlesque: High Crimes and Low Comedy in the Bush Imperium , and is co-founder and editor of the "Empire Burlesque" political blog.

 

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INTERFERENCE
Have you ever tried to blog and keep experiencing pop-ups on your screen? It's kinda like trying to call someone's name, but you don't know whether or not they heard you because their name keeps echoing back at you!

You write a few words and there you are! ... this ad for a sexy, slim body just like this or that star, or a guaranteed way for a person to keep his erection until his partner is "fully satisfied", or anything and everything that is tantalizing to the eye! 

Do I want to check out the dating scene that has a lonely soul mate, waiting just for me? Do I want to get rich over night? Or perhaps a special price for the second breast if I get one enhanced... :) I know; that is a bit far fetched, but you get my drift!

Well, this is what is happening in my mind. It's like there's a short in my wires or something. I spend each day, going through the motions. I nod my head as though I am enthralled with the conversation going on around me and try to sound intelligent in my reply. However, I realize that I haven't actually heard a word that has been said, or remember what I answered. I may have signed my life away, for all I know--because you are always on my mind!

I know this may sound a bit repetitious, but hell! No wonder they said that from the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks! The good Old Book definitely has never spoken a truer word. And another cliche is that many a true word is spoken in jest.  Yes, I am being humorous, but I am truly speaking words from my heart as I ramble on here!

I know I have compared my thoughts to irritating, distracting, and definitely INTRUDING pop ups. You are always on my mind, but it is not you I would rather escape from, but from the regular, hum drum, wearying and desperate life I am forced to live from day to day, just to be with you!

So, just to cap this off...thank you for "popping up" into my life.
I can't wait for the next sign of you on my computer when I am trying to do something else.
You cause the light to emanate from my countenance and my dreams to feel real.
 
 
   
 

[Blog #106] --- Regenbogen Streifen...
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I've given it some thought - I'm going to post Regenbogen-Striefen to my blog.

I've decided I'll post it to my Stonehall's Scrapbook on FPC too. And that can be found here.

Bear in mind - this was written around a month or so ago - there's some things in here that have changed now. I'm thinking about writing an updated version. I don't know.

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Regenbogen-Streifen

Dixie Stonehall

 

 

I am disgusting.

Filthy hands, vicarious mind… I am aroused by acts of humiliation. I am pleasured by performances of degradation. Sights of atrocity, scents of repugnancy, sounds of nausea, textures of brutality and emotions of obscenity provide me with the utmost of interest.  

 

Rot, gelb, grün, blau, rosa, lila und braun… Der regenbogen streifen…

Colours separate instinctively, as unique and fascinating as each and every one of my emotions. Blurring into one another, my moods overlap and tangle, mixing tones into a sloppy mess, all of one shade… Schwarz.

Colours torn out from their blended black light, shattered into seven by the spectrum of sadism.

A combination of colours as the innocent child of five clumsily splashes her paint to the page. Primary to secondary, seven shades splatter together and the page becomes swamped in the one. One that represents all that I feel… Schwarz.

 

I garb myself in the one colour. The fabric of my clothing, the canvas of my shoes, the frames of my spectacles and the flesh of my heart…. Schwarz.

 

Natural beauty lies unknowingly in its own vile bath of pulchritude. The ripe tender skins of fruit, bore from the immobile souls, rooted in the dark earth.

With these filthy hands, I tear their children from their arms, tear their conceived seeds from their wombs; I crush them in my fists and watch their sticky blood run clear along my wrists. Their mangled bodies I smear along my face, basking in awe, pulsating in delight as I feel their flesh congealing upon my skin.

 

Manmade directions beneath my feet lead me to my appointed torment. The concrete ground, I squash beneath my feet – its punishment for separating me from the thrill of the traffic.

If I step out into the path for the traffic when I do not see a green gentleman, I am pulled back by the scruff of my neck by those who surround me.

I question why. They do not know me. They know not of my feeble soul, oppressed by unclean, sinful desires. Yet they protect my foul skin, my vile bones…

 

If only my dirty white blood could be spilled to the traffic’s ground. If only my fluids could spray with such force from my unworthy body, enough to cover all of those who witness my death with liquid sin; they too could feel my curse.

 

When I am walking alone, I barricade myself from reality. I hear nothing of the world around me, I hear nothing of those who shall mock and shun me – those who do not wear the schwarz garb and do not have such disgusting thoughts contained within their pathetic skulls.

I do not hear anything but the art of those tormented musicians, with desires and souls as sin-filled as mine.

 

I offer my ears to the one I desire. When I hear her speak to me, my black thoughts are whitened until they are merely grey. She takes away all of my needs to kill, my needs to murder those who have previously shunned me.

Though instead, my chest is clouded with paranoia. The whites of my eyes are bloodshot and my eyelids twitch with every word.

 

For I am unaware at how one as fine as she could ever find a single grain of positive rice from a field as ravaged and ridden with disease as mine.

These filthy hands do not deserve to touch a body as tender and carefree as she one she resides within. These clumsy fingers cannot ever appease her; they cannot do anything to a standard that she deserves.

 

With hatred as rich as the one I hold for myself, my heart remains black.

Although she does not want it, I cannot offer such a deformed organ to one like her.

I fold my mutilated, scarred arms across my chest a lot of the time. I must use my feeble efforts to contain these unneeded screams that my mutant organ continually produces.

 

For every mistake I make, I apply considerable pressure to a silver steel blade that rests along my flesh. I make hundreds of mistakes daily.

To even breathe is incorrect; so I could never punish myself enough.

 

I am only satisfied when my dirty white blood is spilt from the wounds I have inflicted. Until I reach that point, I remain locked in comatose – possessed as I scrape away this undeserving skin from my bones.

 

For every discomfort I cause to the whitener of my mind – I inflict wounds twice as deep, twice as hard, in the shape of her name. Such an innocent introvert would never express her true dismay and disappointments at the mistakes I have made around her; so I lead by assumption and punish myself accordingly.

 

But this is a larger mistake to make. By engraving the sacred eight letter word into myself, I am soiling its integrity by allowing it to reside on such an undeserving arm.

The whitener is not pleased by my efforts. She is saddened and troubled by such an act.

What I feel is correct to do, she does not agree. I am unaware why; for those who hurt me, I wish pain and suffering upon them.

When I witness that my wishes have been granted by the almighty demon who resides in the sweetest fiery depths – sadistic satisfaction fills my sinful soul.

 

But to feel discomfort within myself is a far more pleasing sensation.

When I am tormented by those who associate with me; when they use curious movements upon my sides, I am doubled up. It is oddly pleasurable, yet discomforting and embarrassing. I hear my voice leave me at a higher pitch as I feel my muscles within me twitch uncontrollably.

 

A rarity as it is, when I am immersed with filth of the land – I am truly appeased.

The times where I have been seated nervously, my head slightly lowered as I awaited an appointed downfall of a viscous substance to cascade over my head - I have been thoroughly satisfied.

Those who associate with me have allowed themselves to enter into my disturbed thought pattern, appeasing themselves sadistically while I am appeased masochistically.

Only when I am rendered helpless, drenched with a foreign matter that slides underneath my clothing, drips into my ears and clings to my face do I truly feel gratified.

 

The humiliation that follows is by far, the greatest part.

Although they do not admit it, those who associate with me are pleased by their vicarious senses. My embarrassment is both my own pleasure, and theirs.

 

However, as it were – when the time arose that the whitener of my mind took it upon herself to inflict these feelings upon me, I was left stranded in a shell of shame; her smirk never leaving my thoughts.

The same pleasure arose, but was far more intense than ever before.

 

As I sit and remember the time it was my turn to be the inflictor; the whitener was my chosen victim. Oddly, she was willing – and admitted to enjoying it. How pleased I was that I could share a sample of my pleasure with the one who deserves it most.

I do understand the importance of being both a receiver and a giver. It is not just enough to be a sadist, nor is it enough to be a masochist. One must be both.

 

While the whitener is the object of my desire – it seems that I am a whitener to another…

To be desired by another is a most curious feeling. To most creatures, this would be flattering. It would make them feel wanted, possibly valued.

Not I.

 

I am undeserving of this. I do not deserve to be desired after.

Like my feelings to the whitener, they are mutual and one-sided.

However – I am the sort of sick-minded and cold-hearted cunt who would use another’s desire to their advantage.

 

It does feel that I may have used the desirer for my own personal gains. - My twisted and selfish sexual gratifications.

For in the act of sexual appeasing, I am the receiver – I do not seem to give. These useless appendages have been used; but I viewed it as a pitiful and pointless effort. The desirer’s longing for oral stimulation is not satisfied; for I am repelled by my own condescending thoughts. I am aghast by the desirer’s personal scent, and I am far too fearful to ever discover how she may taste.

 

These feelings shame me. I retreat to my bed where I shed tears of stupidity. Too cowardly to ever admit these things, I stumble over and around numerous excuses, my own fears and prejudice gnawing at my intestines.

 

I have been gratified numerous times by the desirer, leaving me feeling sleazy and heartless.

Particularly so when I was given that which pleasures me the most… Even forcing the desirer to overcome personal fears, purely for my gains – it occurred.

My dirty and taboo request was fulfilled as I lay eagerly on my back, clothes discarded; the desirer soiled herself by inserting clean hands into my sinful sphincter.

 

This too – these emotions of feeling like I may have used her emotions against her… These were also worthy of the steel punishment.

 

It is within my bed where torment begins when I am unable to fight it.

A state of helplessness is rendered by my sleep – I cannot shake away invading thoughts that enter my brain during my state of almost-unconsciousness.

It is in my dreams where my desires are presented to me in full-colour – the entire regenbogen streifen unfolds before me. Accompanied by flavours, scents and sounds, it is the worst possible torment that haunts me forever afterwards.

 

It is here where I witness that which I long for so much.

I see the whitener displayed in front of me – all of her glorious skin on show.

In my dreams, I am not troubled by paranoia, I am not troubled by fears, I am not troubled by prejudice or critical ideas…

 

It is in my dreams where all occurs exactly as I would want it.

Whereas in reality, my attention is unwanted; the whitener accepts any and all that is given to her in this filthy fantasy. Chocolate that I indulge in frequently is held within her hands. She gratifies herself, pushing it slowly into her backside. Such a combination… Such temptation.

I lower myself to her delicate behind and slurp the sweet nectar that drips from her delicious anus.

 

I awake from my fantasy world and return to the place I detest more than life itself.

 

I am so bitter. I do not taste as sweet as the chocolate that arouses me in my dreams…

I am so alone. I am not surrounded by those who I would want…

I am so hated. My mistakes and abuse to others leave me stranded by myself, left to wallow in my own remorse and regret.

 

To act in an unneeded manner to the whitener would be to sign a death warrant.

The punishment would be far greater than the penalty for a mistake before.

 

These regenbogen streifen must be filtered. I cannot feel these intense twisted urges any longer. I cannot suffer these torturing dreams anymore. I cannot cower under fear or twitch under paranoia for another second longer.

 

It is not I who views these people as objects or sadist cult followers.

Seeing the world through regenbogen streifen shows me horrible things.

Awful lies. I experience thoughts that aren’t true, emotions that are undeserved.

 

The desirer and the whitener are my friends. I love them. I cannot view them in such a way.

It’s too disgusting. …Even for me.

 

This is not how I want to live.

The spectrum of happiness is my one true desire.



 
 
 

   
Teacher Tuesday!
Today is...

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Ah, no longer a school kid, you say? You used to hate English class? Well, guess what?

I don't care.

:D

On today's agenda is... poetic devices! One of my favourite subjects. What I'll be doing is posting some common or uncommon poetic devices and explaining them, with example.

First off, what is a poetic device?

In all forms of poetic or melodic writing, writers use certain tools or phrasings to enhance aspects of their poetry. Basically, they're like frosting. They make it sound pretty!

The exact definition, from Deal a Poem, reads:

Poetic devices, techniques, gimmicks - whatever you want to call them, there are "tricks" that make poems "work."

Simple enough, eh? So, here we go.

1. An onomatopoeia: Basically, it's the written form of a sound. You find a lot of these in descriptive writings or poems depicting nature.

For example: The whoosh of the wind, the clank of the chains.


2. A personification: This means that you've given a human behaviour to an inanimate object.

For example: The waves greeted us gently.


3. An alliteration: The deliberate repetition of a consonant sound (any letter except a, e, i, o and u) for a strong effect.

For example: The caw of the crow collapsed all constraints.


That's just a small sample of the numerous poetic devices. Have fun flourishing your writing!

Alan

 
 
   
 

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