Thank you for all applications, although I did ask for email, you are welcome into the society Charlotte. I have had five people email me, which is enough for a starting, as I outlined in my replies, I think our activities should be decided at our first meeting, and you all know when and where that is because I told you. I have an idea though, an idea I think you'll like, but it can wait.

Oh, and just as soon as the picture's uploaded I will send you an email with your names, and since you'll know them, I can say that Mr Rocco has suggested a society slogan, that being 'Friends applaud, the comedy is over', suitably by Ludwig Van. Mr Rocco and I plan to use this as the motto for our first year, again because symbolically it is very appropriate. After our first year a new motto will be decided on to represent those future plans.

Anyhoo, all things aside, nothing is set in concrete until our first meeting, after which we shall have a Vice President, Treasurer, Group coordinator/Secretary and two people who have expressed their desire just to be ordinary members.

Many, many salutations to those special few who have chosen to understand this post,

Mr Florestan.


My Favorite painting

http://www.truechristian.com/masturbation.html

This kid does not like watermarks. Truth is, no one else does either.

Between the sheets of a duvet two naked young boys draw figures of dragons and wizards, caught together in a battle growing more and more epic as their bows go farther, they're flips go ever higher, any tinsey line out of place spells a death knoll for the dragon holding the entrance to the cave the left boy must retrieve his dead warrior from. A shadow falls over the duvet,

Left Boy: Mummy sure takes her time when I'm HUNGRY!

Mummy: You boys have been under there too long, and yes, I have your sandwich but you're going to have to come out and taste the fresh air to eat it because your best blanket cannot get dirty before you go and visit daddy's this afternoon.

Right boy: Who's visiting daddy's?

Mummy: You both are munchkin boys! Now come on

Arms stem into the boy's duvet and pull out left boy with fingers poking from within his armpits, he laughs his way into a spasm that frees himself from mummy's grasp, but after a pat on the cheek and a light kiss from mummy both boys scamper off to their sandwiches, down the hall and outside finding a golden day.

Mummy: Calm down munchkins you can't do that to the grass,

Left boy: Because it grass deserves better?

Mummy: Because the flies are eating your sandwiches, quick! Go!

The Boys run to the table, pick up the sandwiches and splat them straight back down again,

Left Boy: No flies, look bitch! Throws handful of sandwich at mummy, mummy grabs the boy by the neck and drags him inside, heading towards the kitchen.

Left boy: I don't want to go to daddy! I hate daddys and I hate you so you should just go and, drown in a river!

The sink is full of dirty dishes and green water, mummy pushes Left boy under, he struggles and his naked body grazes against the sides of the bench, Mummy pulls lets his head out and he throws himself at her arms flailing, however he is held at bay with a simple outstretched hand.

Mummy: Don't be like that, you'll be back with me in three and a half sleeps, (Boy doesn't cease) However if you try all that with a daddy we will keep you away until you learn manners and a tinsey bit of etiquette. You're the most popular little boy there is and ever will be so we can always find you more daddys, and they will always make you do as you are told.

Right boy: Mummy?

Mummy: Yes, -

Right boy: Can I and Jeffry play some more game before the daddys get here?

Mummy: -munchkin

Right boy: What Mummy?

Mummy: Nevermind darling. As long as you get dressed ready for your daddy you can, will you do that for mummy Jeffry?

Left Boy: If I can play more game Mummy,

Mummy: Off you two go then, I'll bring you your clothes soon,

Boys skip off, Mummy reaches for a cloth from the oven handle and begins to wipe up the small amount of blood resulting from Jeffry's struggling,

Jeffry: (at door) Mummy?

Mummy: Yes munchkin?

Jeffry: I'm sorry for making you angry Mummy, I'll try hard for daddy I promise.

The Fidelio Society

The Fidelio Society is now accepting members. Anyone who wishes to join should send me an email at blairgillmith@hotmail.com. I am preparing a society kit, which will be available to all members as soon as it is ready.

The society is the culmination of several years of buildup surrounding the lives of certain individuals, mostly from Middleton grange school. In light of recent successes in our enterprises it seems at last fitting to formalise our bond and goals, and I am truly honored to have been given the task of orchestrating what will, if all goes to plan, become a very beautiful scene.

Most anyone can be a member, so long as you aren't on our growing blacklist, and I would be delighted to hear from you! Information on the details of society activities will be administered on application.

Your servant in waiting,

Blair Gillespie-Smith

Miss beautiful girl is only fourteen,
But it's her girl, that entrances me night after night.
Whilst she's out on the town
We watch Winnie, read Fraggle,
Suck eggs out of eggshells
but no more than three, till no later than seven.

I kiss her goodnight,
twice on the forehead
and once on the lips.

Copying notes off a friend,
till Saturday night,
Climbing over the couch,
Giggle into her eyes
and at seven o' five,
kiss my girl
lots,
on the forehead;
and once on the lips.

Beautiful stranger,
I can't really know her
except what I've known of her mother;
Compulsive as sugar,
gullible,
green;
Rosy cheeks on rosed neck,
Mud brushed from her eyeballs,
on a forgotten old roof
the sunset fades away,
and my daughter was born,
My Isabel Kistle.
I think I'm in love


-

Still not ok, but I really cannot be bothered writing something deep sounding

This is not a sufficiant post on its own

Screenplay for a videogame
__________________________________________________

You came alive
And I
May just, send you back.
Be gone fool.
Why, be, living inside me, in make-believe lands, cold,
But green. Valleys and vines within rainforests,
Creep, up the falls.
And you walk slowly,
Within it’s walls

It’s in my hand.
You thought you were,
A girl of your word, but still they came, to take you away.
If I didn’t suck you up.
Was that not, the first means of,
Conversation,
That I shared!
Wouldn’t it be cool
Wouldn’t I make a land,
Cold but green;
Now I see!
You can’t live
In a rainforest with an anime town and a sword on your back
Because that’s not me!

You would be in a forlorn planet,
As the rain falls down on all the endless blonde heads, of hair,
That mill together, waiting for me.
You’ll see,
I will repeat myself,
Till I am dry
Like the land I make for me,
Little girl.

The Game

1. In order to play the game, one must simply know about the game, and have a basic grasp of the rules. If one does not read the rules and thus is not playing and cannot lose he wins.
2. There is no way to win the game, but one can, at any given moment, be winning. However, awareness that one is in fact winning will immediately make the winning person a loser. The reasons for this will now become no clearer.
3. In order to lose the game, one must simply think about it. This means that in order to maintain a certain vague level of success one must know of the game, but not be cogitating it at that moment. This means that by uttering the words "the game" on the internets, or saying them aloud in a public place, you are condemning any present players of the game to a similar loser fate.

21 Techniques of Silent Killing

I spent my weekend on the computer, and now I look back at it, most of the time I spend staring at the desktop, because there isn't mush to do on a broadbandless computer, with 4chan down, for the whole weekend. this book is illegal in the US.

Works by Rene Magritte P1

Time Transfixed/La duree poignardee


The Rape/Le Voil

The Listening Room/La chambre d'ecoute

All of these pictures will be well known to the modern expressionist. In his paintings Magritte shows a level of grounded realisim amongst his thoughts that is a breash of fresh air, and remains unique even after all his imitators. I scan too big so part two is on its way, along with an invisable man.

This blog scene is hotting up like a bitch...

Come on, come on, do it! I can take you! I'll take you all on! Yeah it will be interesting to see what decent shit comes out of this and what dickless cock comes out of this.... (From a fucking 'Mr superior' 'I'm suck a fucking veteran') I have seen a lot of dickless cock in new blogs... Maybe they will surprise me... Who has a blog now? Every man and his dog, the numbers are gargantuan.

Jonny
Siobhan
Kristin
Bob
Sam
Seonbu
Andrew

And guess who's a bitch!

Camdem town

Blood crashes, not the child.
She couldn't even remember her time here,
If she had ended up old in heaven.

And what a perfect rationale when you need,
need,
To kill all the hope you see around you,
There is a parody in everything,
Even life in every breath...

The driver,
A poor man of sixty.
With a rape charge to his name,
was told,
that he was wrong to kill the child.
And he was found some real-ass help.
Real-ass fast.

The mother,
Was a jew,
Not that it matters.

She can't keep away from the tough guys.
And every time she pop's another,
splatter splat it goes,
one after the other,
on and on and on...

He shouldn't have raped that girl,
She should sleep alone forever?!

Fuck that shit I'm done, you miss out

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