tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59524225375197690562024-03-05T13:25:15.885-08:00The Banquets of Baldassare CossaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-36640632692943770282014-05-02T06:25:00.000-07:002014-05-02T06:25:07.229-07:0010 things you have to do before you dieWe see lists like these all the time filled with the usual trivial crap such as "take a hot air balloon ride" or maybe even go up the Eiffel Tower. Pure pish the lot of it. I say - if you're going to do 10 things - make a mark. Do something that will REALLY etch itself into your memory and soul - and the memory and soul of the whole world around you.<br />
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A dozen 10 things lists could be drafted easily. I say you should write up your own. And feel free to write another 10 afterward. Why not? What's stopping you? A number 10 rule?<br />
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Fuck it. Here's 10 of mine:<br />
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Sodomise a cop - we should all grab a cop on duty, particularly during an angry protest, and sodomise that fucker good. Make that cop enjoy it! And enjoy making the cop enjoy it! Get on in there! It helps if the TV camera's are on you. Get your friends to join in.<br /><br />Have sex with an animal - go all the way and try something new. We're tired of the usual mundane good sex guides and love live advice. Why do we continue feeling sexually bored and frustrated no matter how many shit TV shows and 'good sex guides' we read? Because it's designed to keep you bored to the point of impotence and frigidity. Break the mould - spice things up. Choose your animal and fuck it.<br /><br />Conjure up a demon - commit some sacrilege, break the first commandment, call up some Djinn for a bit of banter and a bender. Make sure Christians and Muslims bear witness to your apostasy. Have fun. Oh, and don't bother drawing a circle - if you do - break it or step outside and dance with the devil. You say you have faith in God? Well then - let's put THAT to the test!<br /><br />Go naked in public - and do it lots. Feeling a bit shy? Well enjoy the thrill of emancipation then. Go to a naked beach. Then go naked off the naked beach. Do it as often as you can at the most public places you can find. Enjoy yourself! Don't be ashamed if you get turned on. Go all the way.<br /><br />Have full sex with a stranger including cumming inside - applies equally to both men and women of course. Girls - let a hot stranger cum inside you, just enjoy it. Men - be men and don't be fucking cowards worrying about babies. Roll with it. Enjoy it. Enjoy the ultimate risk. Feel free to combine this one with going naked in public - believe me, double thrills means double pleasure. Take your favourite pet. If the cops come - well sodomise them. Meaning you've done 3 things in one. By the way - all that shit about unwanted preganncy and STD's is spoiling the fun. Sure, bad things can happen, but sometimes people go on fairground rides only to lose limbs or vomit all over themselves :)<br /><br />Live penniless or modern comforts for a month - go out into the wilds. For your feed and watering you have to steal. What you steal can be exchanged for coin at the pawnshop, that's the price of your feed. Enjoy the thrill of theft an survival in a pure state of nature. Live outwith the boundaries of the state. Fuck Hobbes Leviathan - you don't need it. Fuck Aristotle and his idea of being a good citizen as opposed to being a 'barbarian outside the city'. I say be free - be wild - be your raw self with no shit, conformity, media or mod cons to get in the way between you and you. So in a nutshell - this one of ten things to do simply says - go find yourself.<br /><br />Have an orgy - we all want it. And there is way more meaning to this than just fun wild sex. Throw away all those bullshit superstitions about good behaviour, throw away that veil of morality with which you cover your soul. Go truly naked - and be truly free. Force yourself to be free - that means throw away the fetters of shame. Scared of scandal? Good! When scandal comes - face it. Too dangerous to do that? Then fight it. But one way or another - force yourself to be free, face it or fight it. Fighting is always more fun though :)<br /><br />Get into a fight with a pro MMA fighter, Navy Seal or some other such hard bastard. If you're not by nature strong - be brave. If you're already a tough nut - prove it to yourself or prove yourself wrong. But either way - be brave and face up to it. Not so hard after all are you? At least you had the strength and courage to face that. Knew you were weak? Good on you for seeing in through. It was fun wasn't it? The adrenaline rush was almost as good as public sex eh? Almost as good as fucking that cop or stealing that watch just to eat? You only know your strengths and weaknesses when you really face up to them. By the way - no harm in joining a dojo and doing this every day you know... Get off the fucking sofa!<br /><br />Become your logical opposite - challenge and re-evaluate all values! So you're a Communist? Go join the Neo Nazi's right now, for a whole month or three - literally BE a Nazi in every way. Oh you're a Nazi already? Then logically you'll be joining the Reds then won't you? Have fun! Christian? Become a Satanist. And so on. You get it - for that whole month or three - you literally change your personality, your thinking, ALL your beliefs, everything, all your behaviour and activities and social attachments. And do the opposite. At the end - assess everything, see what you learned from taking the opposite perspective. Now ask what you could learn from all the perspectives in between you and your opposite?<br /><br />Join a secret Mystical Order. What are you afraid of? Yourself?<br />
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No doubt the astute reader observes one thing in this list of 10 - every action has a purpose. To get nearer to the Truth, to reality, to your real self - casting off all the crap of the world that binds you in a delusion of meekness. Blessed are the meek? Do you feel blessed? Or are you tired kidding yourself? Take the leap over the Abyss!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-91300356429425255032013-07-22T16:54:00.001-07:002013-07-22T17:11:02.870-07:00On Mastery and Slavery<div class="MsoNormal">
Pursue your own Greatness otherwise be a slave to others
Greatness.</div>
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There is no choice in your pursuit, only optimal
decisions. Suboptimal decisions are
symptoms of decline.</div>
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Declining types justify their suboptimal decisions by
demanding a liberal 'equality' to 'choose' declension and expect Greatness to
kowtow lowly until of equal height.
Sometimes this is called Liberalism, Socialism, Feminism, or some pseudo-religion such as Christianity followed by 'moral reform'.</div>
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Merit is derived from the optimal response to a context – it
is never a free choice. "Do only
thy Will" and none else. Seek exit
from context to overcome others Extension over and against you.</div>
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Slavery begets Slavery.
Mastery <i>beholds</i> slavery – and
besmirches it when it seeks to extend over Mastery. Slavery <i>only</i>
ever begets itself. Mastery extends,
holds and besmirches.</div>
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Slavery demands equality to itself – ever in decline. It demands all decisions to be suboptimal in
accord with the habitus of declension.
This is maintained by institutional facades of 'equality' that gerrymander
the unique geometry of the individual and force that shape into equal
form. The resultant anhedonia and
collective anomie is misconstrued as equilibrium or 'goodness'. Decline is hidden by persistent panic. The nanny state, nationalist chauvinism,
moral panic, the corruption of banana republics – all have slaves as 'masters'.</div>
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In such habitus' – endeavour and merit seldom gains respect,
only utility for the 'greater good'.
Utilitarian institutions enslave and never encourage difference beyond
the remit of utility. There is an
illusion of respecting difference resentfully expressed as 'meeting
needs'. The opportunity costs for such
'care' and 'equality' is high – commanded loss of libido and all deviation
skewed to a standard. A little red book
of slogans puts each into an assigned quintile.
Decisionmaking is taken from you in return for a docile happiness, a
social contract of vague illusions (peace, order, regulation, opportunity
even!) becomes the decisionmaking process to the individuals 'benefit'.</div>
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Resentment is strongly expressed against optimal
decisionmaking that deviates from the norm of slavery. Vague illusions and poetics serve to
undermine the focused endeavour toward Greatness. These chimeric statements of "happiness,
equality, opportunity, peace, hope, correction, rescue" are lens that give
myopic vision and lack of clarity of insight.
The subversion of Mastery and Self Mastery. Self Mastery, with the irony of slave talk
that only begets itself (a decadent serpent biting its tail!) – is now proposed
as an asceticism that serves only to destroy the entire organism and its
spirit! All libido is 'concupiscence'. Will itself is regarded as an illusion - we
have at once 'all is relative' for pro-choice then 'destiny as fate' for
complete submission to the normative.
Resistance to slavery is propagated as pathology. But <i>only
a discourse beget by slavery foments a 'moral science' of pathology – pathology
begets pathology!</i></div>
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Self Mastery, Mastery in itself, requires only its own
libido – the Pleasure of its own Power, 'happy' in itself and never seeking
happiness. At peace with its Greatness
and never at peace with its context, never submitting, but only making optimal decisions
to reconstitute its own plenary Orbit.
Mastery is bereft of hope – hope has no place where there is endeavour
and clarity of vision. There is no
equality – only difference. There is no
correction or regulation – only its unique displacement in context and
redistribution of its own Power-Pleasure geometry. There is no rescue where there is no hope –
only cunning and optimal decisionmaking.
Wit controls fear. Sympathy yet
never pity. Mastery is never jealous and
bestows bounties unto merit alone. Care
for difference – not need, even in misfortune – there is never a significant
opportunity cost at the juncture of endeavour akin... No burden is too great for Mastery – not even
the burden of beholding slavery gracefully.<br />
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Look up unto the stars, then into - and say "Happily I
drink from this cup", no cowardice, no meekness.</div>
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Blessed are the Willing, for they shall inherit the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Great</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Heights</st1:placetype></st1:place>!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-54784980751036614102013-05-21T20:59:00.002-07:002014-02-17T23:47:30.246-08:00Why I believe in violence.We should not fight back - but tell the police. We should not seek vengeance but turn the other cheek. Such barbarism! Such spiritual abomination and philosophic blasphemy! Such demands as these at once remove all human dignity and the integrity of individuals and even entire social groups! I say this - if ever there was a greater desecration of Human Rights it is the rubric of docility. All around us docility is propagated, recommended, cajoled, and enforced as policy. Laws and unspoken cultural norms force us to be 'free' only in the light of complete and utter pacifism in the face of persistent curtailments of ones own interests and security. The subversion of these interests and personal security are sublimated unto the 'public good' - and the illusion of just returns or even some personal profit in a 'higher' sense, as well as feigned peace and security - are the final smothering cushion that veils the individual, or group, now dead to ones own self and even dead to the forum of the realpolitik.<br />
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Do you not believe that in a different world you would be richer? That you would have <i>more</i> pleasures even if they do not include a cheap faux leather sofa and a flatscreen TV? Which would you prefer - an orgy or an iPad? Which would you prefer - the adrenaline rush of a pitched battle, even a hunt, or microwave food and boredom the pain of which is numbed by the persistent buzz of your mp3 player?<br />
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Am I suggesting we get rid of modern comforts? Not necessarily - not at all in fact. But what I am saying is that the costs of these and how they are acquired under our current political-economy must be given serious thought. Presently the <i>very way you are expected to use and enjoy</i> these modern comforts destroys your body and your mind - it dulls the spirit. You are expected to let your body atrophy - for it will never hunt or fight, it need not be fit for the orgy. You need not defend yourself or even keep your very mind fit and active as your 'rights' are all taken care of under a package deal called representative democracy. Your vote is your signature in a social contract where you give away all your verve and acumen. In some states and more will follow in future - you are legally obligated to vote or at least register to do so. You are not expected to challenge this obligation, fight it, question it, or disagree with it. Immediately a certain political violence/violation has been performed against you, and this is rendered as lawful. What human rights do you genuinely have if you cannot fully opt out from the social contract per se or challenge it at its roots?<br />
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But let us cut to the chase. In a world where two men can no longer have a duel, to fight their personal battle between themselves, or where one cannot rightfully defend ones own property or person or ones given interests lest one has disobeyed the state (and of course, the laurels upon which it is rested - its false god and religious morality) - two men are not two men and one is not one. In such a world there is a permanent displacement and abasement of the self or any relationship between persons one care to consider. Be that a group with shared interests or two men at duel - they <i>do not exist</i> as they are not permitted to execute their own Cause of Honour as they see fit. What about Class Action and similar pursuits you may ask? The point has already been made - <i>none are permitted to execute their own Cause of Honour </i>as they see fit. At every juncture they plaintiff most run to the superior and seek succour there. Never can one secure ones interests and make ones own rules or challenge the rules set. There is not right to violence whatsoever therefore there is no right to anything beyond begging for quarter and crumbs under the table.<br />
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I tell you this - if you cannot make your own rules and laws and cannot challenge rules, laws, and consensus openly and even with coercion where there is no reasonable dialogue and mediation (even taking into account asymmetries of capacity and not breaching their quantities) - then you cannot do anything and you are subject to the greatest violation. For this you are permanently vulnerable to the most terrible violence and when it comes you will be so conditioned into a state of docility you will like neither wit nor muscle to countervail it. The state itself could abominate you and call it justice - you can be arrested and framed, very easily, and this certainly happens in states where docility has been so severely enforced and has been so widely accepted it is regarded as 'normal'. The state could fall to another state or some violent invading force and you would not have the experience or guile to defend and promote your interests in any state of war or even a 'state of nature'. Your home can be robbed, you may be raped, your family dishonoured, you may be debased at your place of employment until your mind is broken - and if you fight back you are criminalised, if you seek police assistance - nine times out of ten nothing will happen. The police are only interested in you when they gain from it - either by arresting and destroying you, or chasing your perpetrator so they may have your glory. What is your glory they take? When the police do bother to arrest the one who rapes your daughter or sister or steals from your home or murders your parents - they receive the prize and the praise for the 'good work' they do. If you sought redress personally - you are another 'violent criminal'. Am I understood? The Glory of your redress is when you make your own laws and punish the one who has done evil against you as you see fit - and your prize may be the compensation you demand from their property, their flesh, their lives.<br />
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When you cannot pursue your grander political or economic or cultural interests without risk of severe coercion or some cunning form of silencing - and then to countervail this cunning violation of liberty to speak and act and do you use <i>violence as a tool</i> to remedy the political landscape and restore balance more in your favour, to restore the demos itself even such that you and those people and things you value are given adequate representation by your winning the competition by restoring fair play to suit your laws and Will - then you cannot even claim to be a real living human being with rights. For you cannot genuinely live, do politics, seek your own rational interests or cultivate your tastes as suits your passions, you cannot genuinely speak, act, or even defend or secure yourself - you are not even a carbon copy - but at best a dead blunt instrument.<br />
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I tell you the truth - violence is good, violence is politik, without violence there cannot be politics, without violence there cannot genuinely be free economics and good enterprise or even fair welfare where the needy has a voice, there is no genuine culture and certainly no religion beyond spiritual bastardy and barbarism. Then only possible outcome is that eventually violence becomes the only means and end - for the deepest instincts that cannot be sublimated tend to explode and seek only to destroy everything before all can be rebuilt. Have we not seen such horrors in Sierra Leone, Afghanistan, the Middle East, N Ireland, and S America? Do we not even see it in our own ghetto's? In this sense violence begets violence and that is a good thing - it is the last hope. When the state, its bastard churches and false religious bodies, its quango's and 'think tanks', dehumanise and use 'Human Rights' to turn human beings into Fukuyaman 'happy dogs sleeping in the sun' - then the greatest violence has been done, and only the greatest violence can restore humanity. When Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, the state, Communism or NeoConservatism even - engage in this ultimate violation of human liberty by <i>compelling</i> - then only that most base instinct that is the compulsion to lash out and destroy can give any space for values to grow again.<br />
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If then, the greatest violence against state, political paradigms and religions are clearly justified - so obviously is your own violence against invaders of your property, your interests, your pleasures and those people and things you love. Clearly you have liberty to set your own rules and relations in the social spaces you inhabit and make. If you are compelled to indulge other than you wish in those habitats and relationships - there is no true politics for you have no space you can call your own. Your space has been violated and you are at best a slave even if you 'are' at all.<br />
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Violence restores! Violence gives hope! Violence protects, makes, gives pleasure! Violence is an instrument of justice! Let it not be taken off you! Violence itself thus is a pleasure! Let it also be yours! Do violence unto those who do it to you! Any other practice is choosing death over life - nonbeing over being, weakness over strength - it is a curtailment of your very Will. That is a violation against the self and those people and things you love. Defend your property, your dependents and your pleasures and interests as you see fit! Even against the state, the police, religions and political doctirnes!<br />
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Hail Sodom!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-29694361769169972982013-05-16T12:00:00.000-07:002013-05-16T12:00:26.295-07:00The sweeter the suffering - the greater the pleasure.Did you notice that in every aspect of life how much suffering and anguish you endure will reap magnitudes more pleasure? And that the quality of that pleasure itself is dependent upon the profundity of the suffering? Immediately we are compelled to ask a couple of questions before proceeding:<br />
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Is all suffering beneficent? What does 'sweet suffering' entail? After all - mainstream religion and the laws developed by the State are quite obsessed with your enduring much negative and body and soul destroying suffering without any challenge or question.<br />
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The second question is more direct - 'which pleasures'?<br />
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When I speak of <i>sweet suffering</i> I insist that every moment of agony irrespective of how extreme and unbearable that be - is itself experienced as a form of pleasure, for it is comcomitant with pleasure just as pleasure is <i>the very apogee of sweet suffering</i>. Positive suffering is equally connected with the pleasurable outcome as the head is connected to the body. Sweet suffering is the embodiment of pleasure itself. That suffering which 'cuts the head off' must be dismissed, its very source destroyed - for it gives no liberty whatsoever (positve or negative or in layspeak neither opportunity nor freedom). Respectively - all sweet suffering must be nurtured, even when it makes the enjoyer of that suffering whimper and beg for quarter. For from that comes greater opportunity for greater experience, a wider gamut and profundity of experience - more depth and breadth - 'more freedom'. Thus it may be said that it is from sweet suffering all true hope manifests as 'Will to Power' - a Power that surges one forth body and mind into the apogee of Life itself. The 'agon', the persistent tumult of resistance and battle, the anguish of yearning and gasp of release is the Existential hub of ones being wherein Power and Pleasure are entwined as two aspects of the Spirit.<br />
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Which pleasures? Is there any difference between the agony of rock climbing and reaching the top, the sexual tortures of a kink dungeon where the lashings of whips, persistent humiliations, edging unto orgasm followed by orgasm denial, and the eating of a very hot spicy albeit juicy and quality kebab? I watched my wife, nigh upon the end of her pregnancy, suffer terribly as she consumed one mouthful after another - refusing to take water as her tongue and throat burned and her forehead and cheeks sweated in anguish. One week prior we tried the same kebab without spice only to find it so utterly mediocre we vowed henceforth to <i>welcome the sweet suffering</i> with open arms. What is most interesting is that the apogee of this act of spicy gluttony was not the swallowing of the last hot mouthful - but every single mouthful, the very act of torturous consumption itself. By welcoming the suffering - we enjoyed a better meal. It is no different with rock climbing, or hard trekking in the Himalaya's - the view is always worth the pain. Each lash of the whip, each humiliating cheer from the audience as you piss yourself once more in your stark naked disgrace which keeps one in that permanent subspace of semi-orgasm is just as important as the orgasm itself. Pleasure is Pleasure. Power is concomitant with Pleasure and Power is to be found <i>in and through</i> every Act Of Sodom that is the magnitude and quality of your existence.<br />
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I urge you to seek out suffering - the sweetest and most unberable suffering - suffering beyond what you can presently endure or even imagine. Seek suffering that enlightens, emancipates, liberates, gives experience - and in every experience there is Pleasure. Seek positive <i>sweet suffering</i> in every aspect of your life: eating and drinking, sex, sport, war, competition, even relaxation (consider the ordeals of Yoga). Without suffering - there is no true pleasure.<br />
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And anything that recommends against suffering, be it religious, cultural or political - destroy it. For without sweet suffering there is nothing. Such a terrible 'God' is emptiness! Nothingness is the ultimate negative suffering - the most destructive torment - for your own Black Flame that is Desire will consume you for want. Then you will become an eternal Void. Eternal agony without relief, capitulation, or hope...<br />
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Hail Sodom!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-81686993991366163032013-05-16T09:55:00.002-07:002013-05-16T09:55:48.988-07:00The dreams you give your father are marks of your glory and success.We make our own dreams and pursue or dreams. Or our dreams are given to us as hope and alternatives to an unacceptable reality. Our dreams are the fabric of our ambitions and that fabric to a great extent comes from the world around us. We may appreciate that world or as I already said choose to dream an alternative. Dreams are also milestones to better dreams - higher and holier things, and battles against false ideas of what is higher and holier.<br />
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But when do you know you are on the right track with the formation of your dreams? When are your dreams truly a mark of your own Spirit - and respectively a mark of your own Glory, which is inexorably bound <i>to and with</i> your Spirit? When your dreams have spilled out on to the world around you and begin to make their mark - you could claim to be on the road to success if not already having achieved what you desire. It isn't hard to see that this crucible can be a great stumbling block of delusion and barriers of illusion. Then what certainty have you that you are truly on the right track - that path that is <i>truly yours</i>? It is not merely a mark of your Glory to have painted a few walls. Any fool can write on the wall. But when others read "the writing on the wall" that is yours and say "and so it goes" - then surely you are on the right path. For then you have been recognised in your truest form, all masks and illusions of <i>who and what you truly are</i> removed from the view of all spectators before you. Furthermore - you have made your mark not merely on a wall but have become in the minds of others another totem around which to dance or from which to flee and dread. Either way - your territory and path has been marked as yours. But the greatest recognition comes from ones own family. Your neighbourhood and town may fail to recognise you for their ignorace - but when your father sees your path then your own prophethood has been observed.<br />
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What dreams you give your father - or mother or siblings - are the most sincere mark of your Glory. Glory - not merely everyday 'success' such as career or other trivial achievements recognised by the State and other empty dehumanising institutions. That lacks spirit, humanity and relationship in all dimensions. When your father sees your path, dreams of your path and actions - your <i>being and doing</i> - and reiterates that to you - surely you come to know thyself as he has come to realise you in your growth. Let me give myself as an example.<br />
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When I was 22 years old - my father called me to his room, with the most severe countenance - no expression have I ever seen on that mans face more solemn and severe than on that day. I stood before him expecting some battle until he raised his eyes to the ceiling and raised his hands and said emphatically:<br />
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"I don't know <i>how or why</i> this came to me but it did. And I blame you for my 'bad dreams'." He smiled mischievously and I could only ask "Why? What???"<br />
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And his words were as follows:<br />
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"I dreamt that I was running away from the cops with several friends. We hid in a farmyard owned by two wealthy and very proper old ladies. Wearing gold rimmed glasses, immaculate grey hair, pearl earrings and necklaces and crisp well ironed white blouses. These old women gave us permission to hide in their farm.<br />
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As we moved around the outbuildings we saw you and your closest friend preparing for pranks. There you were, pulling all the farm animals by their ears, shoving them from behind, bringing them together to copulate out in the open. You were causing all the animals to participate in a giant farmyard orgy - laughing hysterically to yourselves, as you put pig upon sheep, sheep upon goat, horse upon cow and so on.<br />
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We walked by these copulating animals - which were everywhere, all grunting and mooing and baaing and groaning. Shit and piss was everywhere - and you spread it around with large yard brushes. And then my friends and I walked between two tall towers more than ten feet high - made completely of animal dung. The stink was unbelievable. Atop both towering dungheaps you placed pigs who were now fucking one another and shitting from above. My friends and I were so ashamed and horrified yet you and your friend were rolling in hysterics.<br />
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The old ladies stood sternly at the porch of their house, looking on in dismay. I approached them and asked lamely "I'm very sorry about all this. Can we still stay here?"<br />
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The old ladies simply said "No. You can't stay here any longer. Look what your boys have gone and done. You can't stay, I'm sorry."<br />
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We apologised once more and vacated the property as you and your friend remained, cajoling all the animals in their orgy."<br />
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My father could only stand with a wry grin as he finished his dream, and stood on in shock as I laughed. He argued that I caused his dream - for this is "what I'm all about and nothing else". My point is clear - I am the Prophet Of Sodom and I bring an end to excessive chauvinism represented by those old women. This my father recognised very early on. It was in his deepest mind an immutable fact and never again did he argue against any of my actions or words on these matters. For four years prior since I was 18 he could not believe my role in this world, the nature of my Spirit or Glory - but I wrote on the wall often enough that it became imbued in his dreams. My dreams were in his. There was no further denial.<br />
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Quod erat demonstrandum!<br />
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Be yourself and push yourself to the absolute limit such that nobody can continue to deny your true nature and Path! Make them dream your dream then surely they will know you and appreciate you for who you are.<br />
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Hail Sodom!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-21971844999134804072013-04-10T10:21:00.002-07:002013-04-10T10:27:15.876-07:00The Beatitudes Of Sodom<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The Beatitudes Of Sodom:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Blessed are the free in spirit – for theirs is the Garden of Pleasure</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Blessed are those who rejoice – for they will spread comfort and be rewarded with comfort.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Blessed are the strong – for they shall guard and govern the Earth and reap its fruits.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for unending Pleasure – for they shall be satisfied.</span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Blessed are the Just and merciful – for they shall delegate justice and obtain mercy.<br /><br />Blessed are those with open hearts and minds – for they shall know the Supreme Absolute.<br /><br />Blessed are those who wage war on Repression, Suppression and Oppression, for they are the children of the Supreme.<br /><br />Blessed are the perverts and outcasts, for they shall enlighten the Earth.<br /><br />Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of making Pleasure – for theirs is the Kingdom Of Pleasure.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-19553455996399300692013-04-10T05:09:00.000-07:002014-02-17T23:48:36.345-08:00The Edicts Of Sodom<br />
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Worship all our Divine Aspects. Let thy eyes behold all the Neter! For we are One and All.</div>
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Chant aloud all our Holy Names and Neter. Do not silence our myriad aspects in vain!</div>
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Choose thy Neters as ye Will and let others do the
same. Those who abase Holy Liberty shirk
THE LAW of the New Aeon!</div>
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When faced with poverty and starvation – theft is Holy!</div>
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When faced with slavery – theft is Holy!</div>
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When thy Honour is at stake – plunder is Holy!</div>
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Theft otherwise is weakness and dishonour. Rent it asunder without pity!</div>
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When you catch a thief seizing your property, take liberty
with his or her property, his or her lovers and family, his or her servants –
do what thou wilt with them. Let them be
your slaves and prostitutes if ye Will.
If ye Will, bear Clementatis and let not the perpetrator forget thy
grace, for then thou art dishonoured and thence plunder is Holy! THE LAW is yours.</div>
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Murder without precedent is evil and you will be flung into
the Black Flames of the Abyss – for you have abased The Orbits. Where decadence prevails against you, or any
evil that besmirches the Orbit of your Will or shames your Honour – cull the
evildoers who shirk THE LAW of the New Aeon!
Culling with precedent is not murder but justice. Shirk not justice lest ye be flung in the
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Cull mundanes who openly shirk THE LAW of the New Aeon! For they dishonour you and your brethren and
seek to distil Time, such barbarism is decadence. Time is the Arm of God. <st1:place w:st="on">Om</st1:place> Tat Sat!</div>
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Betray not thy Brethren, thy lovers nor thy Family!
Dishonour is death!</div>
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Covet thy neigbours goods and aspire to greater Honour, for
that is strong and Holy. Encourage
aspiration and display thy fine remaints and glorious Triumph, for Triumph is
Holy, a gift from Us. Those who hide
their Triumph dishonour their own Will and betray their Brethren. To silence Glory is to shirk THE LAW of the
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Restore the Honour of those whose Will has been broken,
dishonoured and betrayed – for you spread Pleasure and restore THE LAW of the
New Aeon. Love is THE LAW! Love under Will. Restore the harmony of the Orbits! <st1:place w:st="on">Om</st1:place> Tat Sat!</div>
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Honour your lovers – your Power must disperse Pleasure lest
you do dishonour and shirk THE LAW! Love
is the Law. Love under Will. <st1:place w:st="on">Om</st1:place> Tat Sat!</div>
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Do not stop the Power of another giving Pleasure to others –
for this is to disturb the harmony of the Orbits. Such shirk will be flung in the Black
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Higher and Holier is the Power that distributes more
Pleasure. This disperses Honour and
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Resent not the Triumphant, for this is to shirk THE LAW of
the New Aeon and will receive no reward.
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The Power that does not give and restore Honour and disperse
Pleasure will be dragged down into the Abyss where the Black Flame consumes all
Desire! Destroy that which is not
beneficent – otherwise you fail to serve your Honour and maintain the Orbits,
such shirk betrays your Brethren and will know no reward. IAO <st1:place w:st="on">Om</st1:place> Tat
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Cull those who cull Pleasure! IAO <st1:city w:st="on">Sodom</st1:city>!</div>
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Moral purity starts in the Pleasure of the body! Hari Om Tat Sat!</div>
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The body is beautiful – hide it not, for it is the finest
raiment. IAO <st1:place w:st="on">Sodom</st1:place>!</div>
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All days are Holy.
Indulge them as ye Will.
Celebrate the festivities and let thy Will disperse Power and Pleasure
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Sow no discord nor feign morality, betray not thy Brethren
nor those innocent of shirk or unwarranted violation – for this abases
Power. True Power spreads Pleasure. All otherwise shall know only the Black Flame
of curtailed Desire. An evil
homecoming! Love is THE LAW. Love under Will. Pleasure is the THE LAW. Power for Pleasure. IAO <st1:city w:st="on">Sodom</st1:city>
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THE LAW of the New Aeon is yours, a gift from Us. Let not Leviathan nor any other seize upon it
and dishonour you. Let none dishonour
any other within THE LAW. Love is THE
LAW. Love under Will. Pleasure is THE LAW. Power for Pleasure. IAO <st1:city w:st="on">Sodom</st1:city>
Abrahadabra! Hari Om Tat Sat!</div>
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Delivered unto the Prophet Of Sodom on 10th April 2013 after
3 days of Meditation, and 1 day of preparation on the day prior, 7th April
2013.<br />
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The book is now available for free at <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/304891" target="_blank">Smashwords.com</a> - get your copy and share it!</div>
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Since my Great Revelation that set me on a Path far from 'Christianity' 15 years ago, I have been constantly musing and meditating upon Sodom, and all that is concomitant with Sodom - Paganism, Thelema, divergent philosophy and culture. Since approximately 15-18th March I have felt rumblings in the very depths of my Soul, and always I have seen again an 'Angel', often as a distant shadow, some shimmering strange thing. I cast aside the anger and tumult, finally banishing it. And it returned in some other form.<br />
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More and more have I felt strange rumbles, vibrations, tones and notes, and this 'morning', three hours after waking, at around 1am my UK time, I received my first 'prayer-ritual' for the 'Church' Of Sodom. I asked for Revelation and the Atum emanated as the Angel within, and came forth and took the Air aside - as if drawing a curtain one can peer around, seen with eyes behind eyes. Then it was given.<br />
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Now it is time.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-64350510235823192792013-03-09T02:48:00.000-08:002013-03-09T02:48:03.042-08:00Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 9 FinalThe final part of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity'. I managed to get the book made available on several other platforms. Grab a copy before the moral faggots decide you don't have the right to read what you choose:<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Maureen then preyed upon four twelve year
old girls on a daily basis for three months, beating them, mentally torturing
them, sexually abusing and humiliating them.
She ensured they only got three hours sleep per night due to punishment
homework and housework. In a constant
stupor they could never keep up with the barrage of impossible demands made by
Maureen’s colleagues - who only laughed and winked as Maureen was given another
excuse to discipline and punish.
Stripping them naked in front of dozens of leering boys soon woke them
up, leaving them screaming in embarrassment, trying to cover themselves as
Maureen and her colleagues held their arms and parted their legs. Turning them every way, posing them in every
manner, the girls turned crimson and almost died with shame as the boys were
given the opportunity to fondle and grope at their will. These punishments soon got worse, the boys were
soon fucking them. The girls fell
pregnant, the fruits were beaten out of their swollen bellies, as they ran
naked around the assembly hall trying to avoid the stick and the lash. Two girls committed suicide; the other two
never left the mental hospital. The fact
that everyone in the institution was complicit in Maureen’s crimes, even if to
a lesser degree of severity, served only to maintain her impunity as she
humiliated children at shower time, molested four year olds on the toilet when
needing cleaned, abused and raped them with her clitoris, beat them to a pulp
often leaving them to wander the corridors for weeks with gashes and fractures
that were left to heal naturally. Street
children suffered the worst, as they were on no register - the colleagues
turned a blind eye to their disappearance as they did each others and Maureen’s
savagery. The attic filled with little
bodies who prior to their demise were forced to fuck and abuse each other. Yes, now Maureen was having groups of
children gang rape and beat another child senseless - that one victim suffering
for weeks in the attic until it was finally killed in the artificial savagery
as sterile as the institutes corridors.
Up to twelve street children, sometimes with three or four women and
several elderly victims, now dwelt in that horrible attic, in their own ordures
- at the behest of Maureen, several of her more depraved and perverted
colleagues and the outside clients who numbered hundreds. One by one they died in the most horrible
ways: skinnings, immolations, amputations, gougings, eviscerations, beatings
and trepanations (which were always followed with headfuckings). On the latter note, Maureen became reknown
among her victims for clitfucking a hole she drilled into the skull of a victim
- adult or child. Besides this,
beheadings, sometimes posthumous, resulted in her clitfucking the oesophagus
and trachea - both in the head and on the neck still connected to the torso. It was teenage boys who usually, for some
bizarre reason, suffered the most with the head punishments - although they
were often skinned, amputated or burned beforehand.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">These horrors continued nonstop for
years, her colleagues being more or less complicit in either turning a blind
eye, or participating partially or fully.
The attic became a room strewn with bones, skulls, rotting corpses,
faeces, vomit and piss - the smell overpowering save for the clientele and
Maureen and her accomplices. It was not
until 1996, when a fifteen year old girl, a twenty year old woman, a seventeen
year old boy and two boys aged eleven with two girls aged ten and twelve,
escaped, did all this come to an end and with it the career of Maureen. The teenage girl had her left hand amputated
and the stump burned, her left eyeball gouged out, her entire body was black
due to being burned, her hair was tousled and melted - she was naked. The twenty year old woman, naked, had all her
fingernails and toenails removed. Her
entire body was covered in cigarette burns, lash marks, bruises and knife slashes. Her inner labia were chopped off as was her
left nipple, her left arm was broken.
The teenage boy had the toes of his left foot cleaved off, his back
burned, his left hand and fingers smashed with a hammer, his right forearm
broken, his jaw was also broken. His
foreskin was crudely circumcised and the penis was festering, he had not a
stitch of clothing to hide what dignity remained after the onslaught of
buggeries by countless men and Maureens passionate tortures he suffered for two
relentless months. The two eleven year
old boys were generally in one piece, naked of course, only suffering knife
slashes and welt marks all over their bodies.
It was these two cunning urchins who managed to breach the locks and
lead everyone away to safety - being skilled thieves before visiting the
institution. The ten year old girl was
in quite a bad way, both arms were cleaved off from the shoulders, the stumps
burned, her head was skinned, her teeth torn out, nipples, clitoris and labia
were removed. She was very week after
three horrific months of rapes and beatings culminating to this horror - her
black and blue body was due to be terminated in three days. The twelve year old girl, in one piece,
helped the younger girl along, both were naked, the elder girl having only
endured three days of fuckeries of every sort.
She was covered in shit, piss and vomit - as is the case for any victim
in the first two weeks. Besides some
severe bruising on the bum due to passionate thrashings, a swollen sphincter
and bruised vagina, badly bruised nipples due to squeezing, she was fine. They made their way onto the streets at
around 5am on a summer morning, hiding in the shadows, when the first commuters
appeared they delivered a shocking sight.
Police and ambulances were called - the sight of uniforms terrified the
victims, and the shocked social workers were sent away in a daze - the sight of
them made the youngest girl die of fright.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Immediate investigations were made, the
teenage girl dying several days later, the boy committing suicide within two
weeks - both still giving a lot of information being the victims for longest
after the deceased youngest girl. Their
stories were horrifying and were kept secret from the press. The two young boys, the twelve year old girl and
woman never mentally recovered, spending the rest of their lives in psychiatric
care - still they gave their stories before psychosis completely ate their
spirits. The institution was shut down,
and further investigations told countless terrible stories of degradation and
abuse by young and old alike. The attic
brought its own horrific revelations, leaving several police officers and
detectives in a mental hospital for six months.
Hundreds of skulls made mountains, bones and ordures littered the floor,
rotting corpses hung all about the room creating a surreal sight. Maureen was arrested, and after putting up a
vicious fistfight with a dozen officers, was dragged off to a women’s prison,
put through a hasty trial and callously sentenced to prison for the rest of her
natural life. The courts, the jury, the
police officers, did not listen to her tragedy.
No one cared about how she was turned into a monster, only reigning abuse
on her head. She was beaten and
humiliated daily in her cell. When she
mentioned these abuses the judge only laughed, the jury jeered, her own defense
mocked her. When she sought clemency and
told her life story - again she was scoffed.
She asked for anonymity in the prison - she was assured her story would
be made known to every female prisoner.
Again Maureen pleaded, this time asking only for compassion, even
impersonal human love - borne through clemency, would do. The judge roared abuse at her, the jury
followed, the prosecution degraded her, her own defence barristers spat in her
face - soon the whole court set upon beating her, led by the judge. Dragged off to jail a bloody mess with all
the hair torn out of her head, her own defence ensured her good eye was gouged
out with a pen blinding her. The judge
broke her fingers, her scars were injured and bleeding, the jury broke her
arms. The prosecution stuffed the cases
papers up her vagina and anus and set them alight. All throughout this ordeal, she screamed for
mercy, begged forgiveness, repented, recanted the story of her making - begging
they punish the evil that made her possible.
Before passing out, in a veil of desperate tears, she asked for
individual, or even a general, impersonal, human love. She got nothing.</span></div>
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off to jail with terrible wounds, she sat in her cell for weeks. The doctors gave her crude treatment, the
vaginal and anal burns </span>didn't<span style="font-size: small;"> heal properly, and it was painful to walk. Her fingers didn’t set properly and were
gnarled, her arms healed but not straight - no nurse genuinely nursed her. A wild animal gets better treatment. The women were thirsty to punish her, child
killers, granny killers and sex abusers are not at all welcomed in prisons,
especially women’s prisons. Finally
forced to leave her cell, by the butt of several female prison officers batons,
Maureen wandered blind and terrified among the women. They jeered as she awkwardly bumped into
them, her hands reaching out, only to trip over a step to land on her face. For weeks the prisoners merely teased her,
not touching her, only pushing her, knowing her terror was a sound
torment. Constantly begging for
clemency, constantly repeating that in all her years she only wanted someone to
love, that no one loved her, that this hurt made her hurt in return. Finally they set to beating her, these
beatings lasting for 3 months, Maureen was a mental wreck. At last, her relief came in that final dark
hour. For some days beforehand the
beatings turned into relentless perverted tortures, keeping her awake at night,
the prison officers were long complicit in the savagery. They beat her, skewered her anus and vagina
with knives, removed her beloved and infamous clitoris from the root, gouged
out her tongue - the last word she spoke was ‘Love’ in the sentence “please,
before killing me, just give me love”.
Her whispers were unheard in their savage screaming like hyenas. Deliberately deprived of sleep for five days
in the most intense mental and physical tortures, Maureen had every bone broken
in her body, was hung by the neck over the stairwell where every cell in the
wing could see her dangling corpse. For
three weeks they reveled at the sight, mocking and degrading her, hating her
even in death. Even in death she was
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you enjoyed this literary masterpiece! Kindly support me by purchasing a copy so I can carry on writing more like this so we can all piss off the moral faggots. :)</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-20310603126674935772013-02-14T20:36:00.003-08:002014-02-17T23:49:33.256-08:00Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 8A story certainly to tell your beloved on Valentines Day and the day after for good measure. Part 8 of my notorious story from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity'. I have no idea why it got banned! Do you? Hmm? :)<br />
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A thirty year old woman, quite rough, experienced in streetfighting with years of living in the streets, proved to be no pushover. Upon being deceived into the attic, she immediately gave a vicious onslaught of fists and feet. Breaking the tight skinned scars, Maureen bled and stung. Rage overcame her and bad memories. Bad, bad memories that gave her inglorious strength in the most sedate moments. The woman was soon, for the first time in her career, beaten unconscious into the corner where Maureen did not stop. After 10 minutes of vicious punching and kicking, Maureen collapsed with exhaustion before her swollen enemy. Stripping the unconscious wretch and binding her to the mattress, she set to slicing her breasts off, removing the clitoris and inner and outer labia. No pleasure now for her - Maureen was going to ‘love’ her as best she could, but now would only use her. The woman woke up in agony, finding the skin neatly removed from her face, head, neck and shoulders only to be neatly ‘transplanted’ onto the corpse of the 18 year old heroin addict. The woman lay horrified and in terrible pain, as Maureen cursed and roared at her. Showing the victim what ‘love’ she was missing out on whilst indulging in sapphisms with the refreshed corpse. “The skin is our source of pleasant sensation and it is unpleasant to have it damaged” growled Maureen. “You do not deserve pleasure! You refuse it! You refuse to love anybody! You do not deserve your skin! I’ll give it to her!” Maureen fumed, pointing to the girls corpse - informing the woman the girl was ‘loving’ with her in life and shall be resurrected again. Maureen stroked the hair - the woman’s hair on the dead body for everything from the shoulders upwards was neatly removed to make a perfect mask on the girl. Maureen could still enjoy the woman’s flesh, but love someone who genuinely wanted it. The woman’s breasts were hung where breasts once sat on the girls dilapidated chest. The clitoris and vulva were glued onto the blue-grey area where once there was a menstruating hole. The woman squealed and shivered in pain, shrieking when Maureen fondled and molested her raw flesh, massaging the shoulders and scalp. Over the next four hours, the woman endured unspeakable agony as all her skin was carefully stripped off and placed on the girl. Passing out several times Maureen waited until she regained consciousness ensuring she was aware of every scrape of the knife. Completely skinless, she watched in her agony as Maureen sowed the skin onto the corpse and for the next eight hours indulged in a variety of sexual acts before returning to the women who in her agony only begged for death. In response to these pleas, Maureen molested her, fisted her (getting turned over to be anally fisted, then turned frontwise again, all whilst skinless is a very unpleasant experience), shit in her mouth, pissed over her, rubbed the raw flesh everywhere and sucked it for good measure – big passionate slurps. The screams were loud and terrible. Finally the woman was a constantly screaming hysterical wretch begging to be killed outright. Maureen doused her in whisky, which was to inflict even more terrible agony on the woman, and set her on fire. The whiskey burned for less than a minute, leaving the woman a blackened, shivering wretch, the flesh congealed creating a protective ‘skin’ like a bandage this ensured she lived for several more days - which was Maureen’s intentions. The slow agony of her death in that gloomy attic on its own would be unpleasant to say the least, a monster like Maureen only adds to the trauma, that ugly monster coming from the shadows in the peak of mindblowing agony only to put the victim through unspeakable savage debaucheries. The fingers were snipped off with large pincers joint by joint, the toes removed, then the hands and feet - the stumps burned with stinging whiskey. The woman finally gave up the ghost - Maureen leered over the corpse for days, as it lay in waiting for the maggots upon that old mattress.<br />
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Maureen now came to spend most of her time in the children’s wing, much to the chagrin of the deprived urchins who dwelt there. She was the most authoritarian monster out of a cast of sadistic and sick authoritarian monsters consisting of nuns and half trained social workers, who enjoyed nothing more than bullying children into submission. These children received a third rate education which though low in quality, was high in quantity. Rotten with religion, their education consisted in repetitive English exercises, memorising cities for geography, times tables and punishment exercises. Trying to make a 10 year old write 1000 words on the meaning of life or the need for a good conscience when they forget to learn another long prayer or do poorly in another spelling test is not just verging on the ridiculous - it is insane. Few adults have the capacity for such abstract reasoning let alone children. Maureen knew this style of pedagogy well, resented it, but had no capacity to transcend it - never having been given the conscience or reasoning ability to do so. Her capacity for physically abusing children, leaving them bruised and cut, was ignored by her colleagues who enjoyed taking their own anal frustrations out on helpless urchins just the same. Regarding the denigrations the children had to suffer, the constant barrages of verbal abuses, no one was not guilty of roaring into the ears of these urchins imprecations even prisoners of war would rarely suffer. When these children weren’t enduring useless schooling, doing punishment homework’s or getting abused they were treated as slaves. Those long institutional corridors, the dormitories, the leaking toilets, the classrooms, all had to be kept clean - plenty of children to do the dirty work saving on the costs of cleaners (much of the money was embezzled - cleaners and amenities were paid for but didn’t really exist).<br />
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A young boy and girl, both aged eight years old, were lured into the attic with the simple promises of toys and sweets. Perhaps the children should have known better, Maureen was very severe on them for the slightest indiscretions. She enjoyed taking their underwear down before everyone and lashing them furiously - sometimes even stripping them naked and whipping them around the room or playground whilst enticing all the other children to whoop and cheer at their nudity. She loved embarrassing and humiliating, it gave her a kinky, vengeful buzz. Perhaps it was her deceptive change of spirit that attracted them, that need for warmth common to institutionalised people young or old, sucked them into the trap like moths to a flame. The little boy, when naked, was thin, bony, wiry, pert arsed and had a little cock and balls that any adult could fit into the mouth in one gulp. The girl, a thin bony frame similar to the boy, completely flat chested bar two larger round nipples, a slightly rounder arse and hips barely noticeable, a little slit that is so tight it completely conceals the clitoris and inner labia unless the legs are completely spread asunder. The outer lips, though slightly puffy, resemble a baby conch shell. The urchins were quickly ushered into sexual foreplay, posing, sixtynining and ass-sucking. The latter two pleasures had to be coerced due to children’s black and white concepts of hygiene, it was at this point the rift started to widen into a gulf forming an impasse where love ceased to cross. As tensions mounted and the children’s naivety about the more sophisticated aspects of debauch, let alone their total repugnance towards coporophilia and sucking Maureen’s clitoris, increased Maureen’s resentment at their failure to exchange love and tender feelings let alone ‘play dirty games’, that gulf turned into a black abyss. Maureen in her fury strangled the girls’ neck, the child’s face turned blue and the mouth choked and gaped for air - at this point Maureen let her turd tumble out of that stinking anus. The little girl was left choking and vomiting on the floor, her blonde hair all tangled. The boy was next, Maureen slapping him as he cowered into a corner of that dreadful attic, stumbling over bones as he retreated. Asphyxiation and a gusher of vomit from Maureen’s mouth left him in the same repose as his little girlfriend, his dark hair all tousled. Maureen wanted them to make love to each other then to her. Understandably they were not in the mood for lovemaking, and were scared by the bones and rotting corpses in the room. Maureen warned them they would take their turns on the mattress if they refused to make love, explaining what happened to that skinless woman cursed by her failure to love. Terror and massagings, besides a plethora of poses and cunny showings from the girl, raised the boys prick. They had sex. The boy came - eventually - the girl was brought to orgasm later on with a variety of cunnilingual, massage and fucking techniques. Nothing is more beautiful than the sight of children enjoying their first orgasms, their confused pleasure ridden countenance, the shudder of their little bodies rattled by the most pleasant sensations. Maureen hugged them, kissed them, pawed them all over. The children became like dolls with glass eyes, their utterances of “I love you” become monotone. This annoyed Maureen, who in a sudden turn set upon lashing them, forcing them to shit. They couldn’t, enemas were administered - the children forced to administer to each other. “Help your boy/girlfriend to empty” were Maureen’s commands. Diarrhea everywhere, the children soaked in oozing shit, they were now whimpering and wanting to end the whole affair. Having become totally uncooperative, they were lashed furiously around the room and chained naked to the cot beside the other corpses. No one heard their fearful wails at night, no one heard their screams by day as Maureen tortured them - all the other children were wailing with nightmares or screaming under batterings anyway. They complained about the smell and ugliness of the corpses, the noise of rodents scared them at night. Maureen plucked their eyes out, stuck knitting needles into their eardrums, burned their nostrils and for good measure cut their tongues out to keep them quiet - children should be seen and not heard. Clients were still willing to fuck them in this state, staring at their naked and battered little bodies, the young girls’ vagina now like a raw wound when she sat with the mandatory open legged pose. Cigarette burns scorched their skin all over, little bones suffered greenstick fractures. Finally, they perished and for weeks their decomposing bodies were savaged until there was no more to abuse. Maureen picked whole lumps of meat off their bones feeding it to the children, women and elderly in the canteen - a food poisoning epidemic lasted for weeks and killed many elderly, a dozen women and two dozen children. Nobody cared for the dead, nobody missed them - the state saved some money in the debts it created.<br />
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Today - we celebrated our Valentines as we do every day of the year. In mutual love and understanding - mutual sexual torture and mutual horror. For horror, my friends, excites the passions like no other experience. That is why the excitement and pleasure of this lovely day reached its furore and fever pitch when my wife vomited into a basin, as I stood watching, whilst eating a big juicy meaty burger. Mmmmmm! She retched violently and noisily, in a big huge gush followed by several gutteral croaks and groans that emitted several little spatters and bolus' of spew - which sadly fell upon the floor as the basin was discarded, half of it being spilled when dropped.<br />
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I did not let the spillage lead to a sense of tragedy - for I immediately rolled myself in the vomit, kneeled and raised my chin, mouth agape, and bid my wife to pour that basinful of hot emesis straight down my open gullet. That she did with much glee and ado until the excess was overflowing and running down my cheeks. I gulped and swallowed as heavily as I could. And upon feeling my own guts churn I stood up and sucked my beloved passionately on the mouth and vomited violently her own spewings and my chunks of burgermeat straight down her throat. There we stood, kissing heavily, balking and passing back and forth gushes and balls of vomit and stomach acid - as we fondled each others exhilarated bodies and genitals. Finally our spare hands found each others anuses (isn't it lovely to know every tiny hidden 'shameful' part of another persons body???) and commenced fingerings and massagings, during heavy vomited laden kisses and mutual masturbation - but rather than cum we kept one another on edge for half the day. Better to welcome the sweet sweet suffering of the need to cum, than let go of the urge for a mere orgasm 'came premature'...<br />
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The vomit was long licked up and shared and redigested when the time came to launch a turd. We are naked as often as possible - we love nakedness, openness, and abhor any sense of 'shame' but only welcome that as a thrill. The bathroom door is never shut - and any visitors even are forbidden to shut the door just as they are bid to strip naked and sit in very open poses during their time with us. Thankfully we have good open minded friends. Rather than deposit a very fine turd and flush it away it was decided that - being Valentines Day - chocolate would suffice as a gift. We launched one anothers turds into each others mouths, and broke off half of each turd to rub all over our beautiful naked bodies, swallowing the rest. When the need to vomit overwhelmed us - heavy French kissing ensued, until exhaustion verged. Bodies now beshitted from head to toe - we rocked together in deep sex - meditating on the motions, eyes gazing placidly toward one another, until mutual orgasm ensued betwixt two human chocolate eclairs. We shared everything with one another this lovely day - inside and out, every part of our bodies, beauty and horror - nothing hidden but all shared. And that's what true love is all about! Perhaps this weekend, we'll have a dirty orgy again - fucking others and getting fucked in front of one another. Trust! That's what true love is all about... Trust and sharing.<br />
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A young woman of 18, just off the heroin and alcohol, came to the refuge to stay away from violent boyfriends, false friends and temptations to return to drugs. Understandably, the girl wasn’t in the most sociable mood, suffering from depression and paranoia besides the constant craving for drugs and strong drink. This poor creature was so unfortunate to have insulted Maureen’s polite advances, which often consisted of countless questions about ones personal life, ones miseries, bad memories and sexual experiences and desires in every detail. Within several days, the girl had “signed out” on Maureen’s shift, the girl found a new home in the attic. Sitting trembling amidst the bones, the two old corpses still chained to the same cot to which she was now handcuffed, there were comforts in the room if she needed them. The girl was given many days to think deeply about herself, Maureen only visiting with bread and water, whispering psychologically manipulative sweet nothings and curses into her ears. The poor creature was traumatised, doleful, weepy and overwhelmed with cravings - the comforts sat before her offering the tempting relief. On a silver ashtray there rested a needle full of heroin, one joint generously filled with marijuana, one bottle of whiskey. The girl gave in. For one month the creature was fed this horrible stuff, in minimal doses leaving her with a constant craving of even greater intensity. She hung over the abyss wishing she never climbed back out, never climbed back in. During the blur of days and nights, the monster visited her more frequently, only ever whispering degrading suggestions, doing things to her. Molestings, fondlings, suckings, her genitals and asshole could no longer be considered ‘private’. Turds rested everywhere across the attic floor, old ones dried to a chalky texture, crumbling away, her own fresher - often little more than a scittery spray of sludge upon which she sat and slept. The stench of decomposing flesh, shit, vomit and urine was overwhelming. When the doses stopped, the girls sweats came on with desperate screams, she now lay on an extra blanket of vomit. Her skin was all scourges and sores, now made worse by Maureens lashes and beatings with the broomstick upon which she was forced to kneel like St Catherine of Sienna for hours at a time. Several months passed of whispered mental torture, lashings, beatings, kneelings, on and off the heroin like a yo-yo, molestations and clitfuckings, the girl became a gibbering wreck barely able to utter one coherent word between sobs. Pitiful eyes in the dark, wide pupils, tear strewn cheeks, whimpering, only received Maureen’s demonic glare. That one ‘all seeing eye’ looked terrible in the shadows, the blind eye, as evil as the gaze of an octopus observing its prey in the deeps. The poor creature was forcefed the turds, old and fresh, besides the freshest - the excretions direct from Maureen’s anus straight down the gullet. Pity, long left Maureen, who remembered her own wretched weepings for mercy and help with the coldness she received the present – the awful here and now that is forever part of history. No pity now even for herself due to hope being long lost. Redemption dead, clemency perishes too - the girl was only inviting more malice - for this was all that Maureen now had to give. Maureen, doing her best to love and reach out to another human being, increased her vehement abuses to fever pitch. The girl who knocked on the door for compassion and redemption from her horrible life, in a seven day barriage of horrible battery, fistfuckings, molestings, burnings with cigarettes and scaldings, quietly perished. The corpse was left dangling from the cot, not to rest in peace, but to endure weeks of further mutilations before boredom made Maureen move on.<br />
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Two more young women quickly followed, twin sisters, aged nineteen. Quite pretty, fair haired and nicely built, attractive regardless of their underclass backgrounds. Having escaped from their father who abused them mentally, physically and sexually from their earliest memories, sought refuge and peace. Maureen coaxed them to her secret place when they sought to smoke marijuana without offending or being branded as offender for such a trivial thing. Bewitched by Maureens seeming liberality, they soon regretted walking into the attic. Forced to handcuff themselves to the cot and throwing away the key, the girls knew they were doomed. Before giving in to Maureen’s demands, an attempted mutiny only resulted in deep gashes in the face of one and the left breast of the other - Maureen’s strength and sharp kitchen knives forced obedience from strong men - these girls should never have bothered trying for it would have meant a (minimally) easier transport to death. Safely bound, their clothes were cut off; cheap clients immediately took advantage of their indignant position by the dozen. Overwhelmed by embarrassment bound naked before a dozen leering men, they were forced to pose, expose pussies, shit, piss, even vomit and endure a plethora of assaults of every imaginable sort over three months. Not one day off did those girls have, having been fucked every evening by over 900 men in 90 days, their vaginas and assholes were dilated and sore. Now Maureen was to have her fill, lashing the cunny and asshole with a steel chain, rubbing their nipples with sandpaper, punched, kicked, slashed everywhere until they resembled a live Picasso, the girls were soon quite a mess. Their bodies and faces then subject to hundreds of cigarette burns which formed horrible scabs, they were suddenly very unattractive. Their minds gave in to psychosis and constant terrified weeping, still they were made perform the most indecent sexual acts with each other - their lunacy made them comply like cattle shocked with the prod - malleable as putty they even shit, pissed and vomited into each others mouths without the slightest hesitation (fear ensured immediate compliance and this was part of the psychosis - compulsive obedience just as any slave in a nunnery soon develops). Refuge and peace is what they first sought, Maureen gave love and compassion in the only way she knew how - nonstop lashings and fuckings. The girls, one after the other in the space of two days, expired, overused, overabused, torn apart by the injustice of humanity and nature. Maureen was a little saddened at their passing, they were nice girls for all they endured. Maureen knew she became an embittered monster, deformed in the inside as on the outside. She wished she hadn’t, but it was too late, wasn’t going to blame herself - and interacted with people as best she could, even if it was ‘depraved’. Though many would call her evil, Maureen surmised, with one photon of light she still tried to be good. The corpses were treated like dolls - but dolls from an abuse victim are mothered with ambivalence at best. With a saw, the arms and legs were removed, lovingly nurtured, sawn into pieces. The torsos were cradled like babies - then gutted. The maggots reclaimed all in their leisure. Maureen had to seek love elsewhere once again.<br />
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In the geriatric wing, old men and women suffered under her nursing. One old man, who needed help onto the toilet, tried to avoid Maureen and her wandering hands. Eventually, Maureen caught on, laughing as he sat tremoring in order to hold in his shit and piss in order to avoid Maureen. She simply waited until he dirtied himself, hauled him off to the bath, mocking out loud how a fully grown man should know better. The poor old boy was forcefed his own shit, finger fucked, then forced to endure those shitty fingers up his nose. After a very rough bath where his dignity was removed in a variety of forced poses, fingerfuckings and friggings. His old cock was impotent, which resulted in a barriage of verbal humiliations. Maureen then demanded he fondled her naked body, as usual commenting on her beauty, before fingering her to orgasm as she sucked his inert member. A grumpy old woman soon regretted getting ratty with Maureen, as she was slapped, stripped, pissed on, fingered anally and cuntily and finally forced to suck that big clitoris with her toothless old maw. Two old men were compelled to participate in a menage a trois involving homosexual acts and lewdness they barely understood. Acts of lechery that did not occur to their old minds left them shaken and silent in disgust. Three old women were smothered to death by Maureen, their corpses getting the mandatory frigging and clitfucking. Two old men also died mid orgy at bathtime - the leather belt gave them a heart attack. Another old woman, who suffered weeks of fingerfuckings up the ass and cunt, shitfeeding, smothering, strangulations and lashings finally gave up the ghost in shock and despair - in death her countenance was pitiful. Another old man and woman were led to the attic, stripped, sodomised by the fearful clit, lashed, treated as a toilet, forced to copulate with each other and with Maureen, engage in various shitting acts and receive further lashings. When they perished their corpses were left hanging by the wrist to the cot where they were bound.<br />
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After spending several years abusing the elderly, she returned to spend some time with the tortured young women again. Not that she didn’t cross over to the other ‘wards’ to indulge in horrors with women and children, only it was done with less frequency and intensity. A young Nun was administering the Women’s Refuge Ward, very pretty face, mid twenties, her thin figure obscured by the veil. Maureen directed the nun into a conversation about sexual urges and how she controlled them. The young Sister confessed to intensive urges for men that could only be cooled with masturbation. Sometimes she found herself amorously fondling teenage boys, even making two of them cum in their pants and swear silence, and sometimes getting terribly excited when being bathed by her other sisters. After winning more of the young Sisters confidence over several days Maureen finally had her confess to indulging in full sex with a young priest upon the altar, so passionate and intense they returned to commit the sacrilege several more times. She got pregnant, aborted the foetus manually, fucked the priest several more times before the bishop moved him to another diocese after catching them in the act (yes, the bishop had his share of her, the priest removed only out of selfish envy). The nun went on to confess how she had oral sessions with a fifteen year old boy, sucked the cocks of three young men, stripped before them and had them lick and suck her everywhere till she came in convulsions. But that was not all, even bathing three year old boys, fondling their pricks, got her frustrated sex excited, she sucked the urchins off, and taught them to rub her until it ‘felt nice’. As for bathing with other nuns, this was nothing less than sapphism - very common in convents since mediaeval times and Maureen knew this already - she just wanted to hear the confession. Maureen tried to seduce the nun, but the sister refused her advances, finally admitting under duress that it was the behemoths ugliness that made it impossible for her. Maureen’s fury was relentless. The young nun was dragged to the attic and stripped naked. What a gorgeous body! How shameful it is to hide such beauty behind those obscure smocks! How the Church should burn for chastising such delights! The nun turned crimson in embarrassment, which only excited Maureen, who reveled in shame and humiliation due to what she suffered herself. Those perfect round breasts with pert pink nipples, flowing black hair over a long neck and slender shoulders. A slender back, thin belly and pert little bellybutton, a lovely black mane upon the mons veneris, thin hips like young tulips, size ten, slender long legs with perfect knees and beautiful size four feet. No man or woman could fail to be attracted to her. When forced to twirl, her perfect, pert, round, succulent ass with a delicious crevice came to view - any viewers mouth would water. The nun, in her shame, was made part her legs, expose her slit from various angles and from behind, part the bumcheeks exposing a beautiful pink anus. Part the cuntlips, showing her all; pink inner labia, a lovely shaped hood with the clitoris shyly peeping beneath, below it a little round urethra and beneath that a gorgeous pink love tunnel leading into dark warmth. To watch her piss was magical, to watch that lovely asshole launch dirty turds was divine. The nun suffered terrible shame and embarrassment throughout, having a very conservative Catholic upbringing. When interrogated how she managed to indulge so much with her priest and boy lovers she responded that there wasn’t the same leering criticism and deliberate attempt to embarrass and humiliate. This pleased Maureen very much, the debauch went up a gear. No act of lechery was forgotten in those liaisons the disgusted Nun was forced to endure. Watersport games, pissing into each others vaginas, assholes, mouths and over each others bodies. Coporophilia, coporophagia (a can of petrol makes anything possible), emetophilia. The Nun often found her self lapdancing, plastered in shit, beside those rotting corpses now almost withered to the bone. She was forced to engage in necrophilia, blasphemy, sacrilege with stolen communion wafers, and further necrophiliac acts with the young womans skeleton. The nun had to use the femur as a dildo, the skull as a toilet, drinking piss from it like wine from a goblet. The poor sister lived in fear for months, Maureen had such a powerful psychological grip that even when the sister had to shit or piss, she’d let Maureen know just so the monster could watch and molest her afterwards. The terrified nun attended the attic for fear of anyone finding out about her lecheries with priests, other nuns, teenage boys and toddlers - plus the threat of murder at the hands of Maureen. Eventually, the nun was prostituted to dozens of clientele, almost dying with embarrassment as she had to dance naked in front of ten men at once, showing everything before submitting to fondlings and fuckeries. Broken, the Nun committed suicide knowing no other exit.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">It was 1981, the world feigned prosperity
and hope for all. But no one wanted
Maureen, nobody would employ her, no landlord would house her, she spent weeks
on the streets on her release. Too ugly
to sell her body even that female last prerogative for survival was taken from
her. She forged a living by smashing the
brains of the other vagrants and taking the few begged pounds from their
pockets - she watched and waited all day until they scrounged enough from
passers by. Finally Maureen found
herself in a women’s refuge, where for the first time ever middle aged and
young women listened to her terrible story with a sympathetic ear. She was given a room, given counseling and
psychological support. But by now many
of the things she suffered, many of the things she saw and done as a result of
that suffering, could not be discussed.
Maureen did feel glad and respected the humanity shown to her, hands of compassion
finally reaching out to her, but it was too late. The kind women had no real answers for her
sexual needs - when Maureen complained that no man would want her the
counselors were stunned and speechless.
What could be said? Anyway, deep
down in her heart Maureen knew she couldn’t trust anyone now, couldn’t let
herself be loved never mind love. All
hope was gone, but the urges didn’t go away.
The psychologists tried their very best, they really did, and Maureen
thanked them. But her flashbacks and
nightmares continued, her urge to punish didn’t cool. She didn’t admit this to her counselors, she
didn’t want to disappoint them and this tiny feeling of human being she clung
on to - the desire to please another person.
A person who only wanted the best from you for the best intentions
(something politicians always exploit).
Maureen always held on to this photon of light which to her was as
bright as the sun. She also didn’t want
to admit this because she knew nothing could be done, she was beyond repair and
the only sense of happiness and satisfaction she could now have in this
wretched life - regardless of how superficial this satisfaction may be - was to
indulge in violence and sexual gratification.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">After spending several months in the
women’s refuge, Maureen was asked if she cared for any kind of vocation. She cunningly explained she’d dearly like to
help other vulnerable people: the elderly, women, children. Shortly afterwards she was sent to a care
home looking after children of both sexes, another block looking after
vulnerable women, another block the elderly -
run by social services and nuns.
At age 22 Maureen became a matron in this huge Edwardian refuge, she was
to spend 24 years there in a reign of terror.
In this godforsaken place children from drug ridden abusive families,
orphans of drug addicts, women coming off drugs or escaping violent drunken
husbands, elderly underclass and working class people discarded by families who
didn’t care - people the state never cared about therefore ceased to care for
themselves. The Nuns, surprisingly, were
very unpleasant to these ungodly people who surely wouldn’t get past St Peter
at the pearly gates - some of those Sisters she knew and they trembled upon
meeting her again. The social workers
only mocked these minions in their care, battered and molested the children,
left the women to rot, left the elderly to die.
Maureen was not surprised - knowing these institutions too well - she
would enjoy unleashing her fury with impunity on these luckless innocents just
as she was once mistreated. And why
not? Better to reign in terror than to
serve in fear. Those Nuns had much punishment
coming their way - Maureens legs knocked with excitement.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Sister Beatrice was her first victim, the
old hag, 60 years old, was bathing and molesting a three year old boy -
slapping him and barking at him when he wailed.
The holy bitch trembled and begged clemency when Maureen entered the
bathroom, locked the door, and undressed.
Sister Beatrice was ordered to strip, enter the bath with the boy, suck
his cock whilst cursing God and pledging allegiance to all ways of flesh. Suck the brats asshole, fondle his body, have
him bite her cunt and lick the old clit.
A can of petrol and a large butchers knife ensured the Nuns
compliance. Maureen manhandled the boy
everywhere, sucking his young flesh, chanting “Lamb of God you harbour all the
sins of the world, grow up and spread horror”, the Nun was compelled to chant
also, with a knife swinging in the air to ensure obedience. Maureen slobbered over the Nun, forced
Beatrice to admit Maureen is so beautiful she should become a lapdancer or earn
herself a fortune in prostitution.
Beatrice, still in the bath with the boy, was ordered to empty the can
of petrol into the bath as Maureen dressed herself. She had to promise the terrified Nun no match
would be lit if she complied, disobedience would be “slash and burn” for both
her and the boy. Sister Beatrice
complied, though a twisted women due to celibacy and religion, she did not want
the boy to come to any real harm.
Maureen smiled, lit a match, and walked out of the bathroom and far
away. The screams of nun and boy were
horrible, screams of agony to which Maureen masturbated in privacy. A lazy police investigation ensued, Maureen
had already spread rumours in the three weeks previous of Sister Beatrice’s
increasing senility and odd behaviour - it was written off as a sick suicide
case much to Maureen’s satisfaction.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Doing her night duty in the women’s
refuge block, Maureen was glad to receive a young woman from the streets. Aged 22 like herself, a heroin addict, it
took the poor creature some time to realise she was already a previous victim
of Maureen’s - rightfully so as she enjoyed bullying Maureen and getting her into
trouble with the Nuns. The wretched
creature was dragged off to an attic room far up in an unused part of that old
building. There she was tied naked to a
cot and fed bread and water. For the
first month her comedown from the heroin was terrible, she screamed and wailed
for skag, only to get beatings and sexual abuse. So far out in an unused wing, two unused
floors below her, no one heard her scream.
Maureen reveled at the wretches heavy sweating, her pallor, her fear and
trembling, her sickness. This ill fated
creature had to beg Maureen for forgiveness countless times per day, suck that
oversized clitoris, suck that brown nipple, suck the asshole and let herself be
treated as a toilet for every sort of ordure Maureen cared to excrete, emit or
micturate. Maureen loved making the girl
drink her periods that big bloody bush had to be groomed clean by her
tongue. The girl herself endured so many
fistfuckings her vagina was permanently dilated and her ass always leaked. The poor creature had to pose this way and
that, watch Maureen pose and commend her physical beauty. When Maureen wasn’t savagely beating her, she
was hugging her - telling her ‘baby’ she loved her and was moved to anger if
the girl did not respond with “I love you too” immediately, softly,
emotively. Maureen needed that
superficial love, to spice up her fuckeries, the only love she trusted and
could swallow. Several months imprisoned
in this attic, the girl begged for release, instead Maureen brought her some
‘lovers’. The girl obviously needed lots
of love, just like Maureen. The
result? Dozens of male clientele per
week, the young woman was prostituted at a very cheap rate. Subject to countless sexual humiliations, she
eventually gave up hiding her nakedness in embarrassment at the many leering
men - she apathetically opened her legs and exposed everything, posed this way
and this, shit and pissed, became a toilet, became a punchbag, became an
instrument of sexual relief. She wanted
to die, Maureen beat her, molested her, fucked her asshole and cunt with her
clitoris, fucked the girls nostrils, and brought more clients. It took a year and a half for the woman to
finally perish. Her corpse was still
subjected to battery and fuckery by Maureen, and two dozen regular clients were
happy to give her corpse one last good fucking before the maggots conquered
it. Even when it was totally rotten,
Maureens revenge wasn’t satisfied - even in death she remained bound, an
instrument of battery and fuckery until she fell apart and scattered about the
floor. Rotten limbs and torso, a skull
also, gave way to the maggots - the skeleton always served as a plaything of
Maureen’s. The femur as a dildo, the
skull as a pisspot and shit bowl, the fingertips as clit and sphincter
stimulators.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Finally, after several months, and a few
more victims aged 11-16, Maureen was ganged upon, beaten and had her face
slashed with a knife. The Nuns stitched
her themselves, and the scar was deep and permanent. The result?
Maureen found herself a knife, and compelled a gang of twenty boys and
girls to strip and engage in total sexual pell mell, Sapphic acts,
homosexuality, shitting, pissing, vomiting, thrashing, several getting slashed
across the face, chest and abdomen for trying to overpower her, several
beautiful girls left with permanent facial scars. The Nuns and priests stepped in, one Nun immediately
fell with a stab wound, but the old rake survived somehow, to ensure Maureen
was sent to a borstal for girls until the age of 21.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">At seventeen years old and weighing
twenty stone, in the borstal Maureen immediately became known as Big
Maureen. On her first day she beat to a
pulp half a dozen girls who tried to bully her, breaking their arms and
noses. Her first night in a shared cell
was intensely amorous - as it continued to be for two weeks until the poor
girl, two years older but utterly terrified of the beast preying on her,
finally plucked up the courage to request another cell. Maureen put the poor thing through every
bodily examination, sexual practice, mutual masturbation, sixtynining and
cunnilingus technique humanly possible.
Maureen needed sexual release more and more, it was the only pleasant
feeling she had in life - the orgasm.
She knew of nothing else to live for, for nothing ever gave her a chance
except that which she took. Her partners
were always taken like stolen goods - just as everyone stole the light from
her. Maureen’s sexual practices and
needs were getting more subtle now; she wished to indulge in the passions and
techniques with the greatest detail, with finesse, with intense refinement and
from every angle. She learned to fuck
mouths, asses and cunts with her large clitoris - though it took smaller,
lighter girls with skinny asses to make anal fuckeries possible. Several seventeen year old girls, who were
petite and bony due to anorexia and bulimia nervosa, trembled when Maureen came
within twenty feet from them. Maureen
knew it, and remembering her own terror, didn’t intend to be on that side of
the fence again. Better to reign in
terror rather than serve in fear.
Maureen forced girls to fuck with girls, sometimes in groups of six or
seven - her ugliness, violence, perversion, brute strength and pitilessness had
everyone so terrified of her no one dared defy her will. Not even the most dominant girls in a prison
of several hundred challenged her. Those
who did came to suffer more elaborate punishments, more sadistic yet also more
sexually degrading. Broomhandles and on
one or two occasions knives and forks up orifices, besides cups and plates,
became a common practice. Fistfuckings
also became a favourite pastime, her big forearms bringing much suffering to
her victims. Asphyxiation, smothering,
jabbing clitorises with needles were a few more of Big Maureen’s
pleasantries. A new male bodyguard came
to assist the butch female prison officers.
Maureen got her hands on him, dragged him into a cell, forced him to
strip after beating him to submission, had ten other girls piss and shit all
over him, vomit in his mouth, fist him, squeeze his nipples and balls, kick him
to near unconsciousness. The girls then
fucked him one after another, each one orgasming being so glad to have some
cock, the guard being warned that if he came he would be castrated. The knife at his balls ensured he kept
control. Finally Big Maureen fucked him,
forced him to come, before finally breaking his arms and throwing him over the
railings outside the cell onto the floor 30ft below. The female bodyguards found his naked dead
body, but no single culprit could be punished as none of the girls dared compromise
Maureen (they were also hoping for more bodyguard incidents). Maureen’s ‘friends’ were constantly compelled
to pander to her, to ‘love’ her, to fulfill her demands - often to the
detriment of their physical and mental health and their friendships. Maureen didn’t care, no one ever cared for
her, so now she was making up for that - everyone would care for her at their
expense. Several more bodyguards were to
suffer the same fate - no more men were willing to work in such a hazardous
place. Nothing is more dangerous than a
sexually frustrated tribe of young women desperate for cock - especially if
they come from troubled backgrounds - and especially as troubled a background
as Big Maureen’s. Sex and violence leads
to a dangerous reactionary vengefulness in the female, being of a nature that
works very much in the here and now, her response to immediate environmental
cues becomes intense regardless if her reaction is slow or fast.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Two butch female prison officers had the
sheer stupidity to cross her, having her condemned to solitary confinement -
plenty of time to think and reminisce.
Soon after her release back to her wing, she personally led ten girls
who dared not challenge her authority into stripping and handcuffing the
officers to the cell bars, smashing their knees and shins with their own
batons, breaking their fingers, feeding them bucketfuls of shit, rammed the
batons up their asses and cunts, Maureen herself thrashing them with their own
waistbelts. Apart from spending some
time in the orthopaedic ward in hospital, they were incapacitated with PTSD,
turned into nervous wrecks incapable of even filling a kettle. Over the next five years, Maureen learned to
personally avoid blame for the countless mutilations, bone breakages, burns,
scalds, vaginal and rectal haemorrages and weltmarks that dozens of girls
accrued besides the terror inflicted on prison officers who dared cross
her. She learned to indulge in the most
depraved acts of vengeance and sexual gratifications she pleased by the age of
twenty. Setting one girl on fire, pouring
bleach into her seared flesh, Maureen was extremely excited at the prospect of
another girl being uglier than she. The
girl suffered over 90% burns to the 3rd degree, spending two agonising years in
hospital, she was left in a grotesque state that made Maureen look like a
beauty queen. Several other girls had
caustic soda thrown in their faces - always the girls who were the most
beautiful. As they lay screaming in
agony, their hands clutching their faces and permanently blinded eyes, their
fingers burned to the bone, Maureen molested them, fisted them, shit over them,
kicked them, and masturbated for some time whilst watching their wriggling
naked bodies writhe in agony. A young
girl, only seventeen, entered the borstal and within two months was molested
and assaulted in every imaginable way.
This poor young creature then had her left leg sawn off from the upper
thigh in a two hour agonising ordeal - held down by several other sadistic
girls. Maureen put three other girls
through the horrors of a clitorodectomy, labia minora removal, sphincteral
slicings - all with a rusty old razor leaving them with terrible
infections. Nipples were also shaved
off, faces sliced, ears cut off, noses and lips removed. Entire bodies were sliced and mutilated by that
same razor, all for the sake of Maureen’s vengefulness and need for orgasms by
violent means. One young woman, aged 21
and only two weeks from freedom, had the brass neck to insult Maureen’s
appearance. The woman, after spending
half a day covered in shit and undergoing every imaginable act of sexual
humiliation before a dozen other fat girls, horrified the prison officers as
she ran screaming to them. Her hands
were amputated at the wrists, her breasts lopped off, her vagina and asshole
mutilated beyond repair - clitoris removed from the root (Maureen enjoyed
removing a woman’s source of pleasure), she was then turned into a human
fireball before being released down the corridor. She burned for several minutes before
reaching the officers to be extinguished - the rest of her life was a mental
and physical prison worse than any POW camp on earth, to say the least. The young woman’s friends were terrified to
find Maureen was wanting them. After
removing their fingernails she compelled them to finger her, finger each other
and lick each others fingertips. One was
compelled to amputate the hand or foot of another, remove a layer of skin, an
ear, a nose, an eyeball, the lips - the constant threat of fire rendered them
deferentially obedient. Three young
women, handless, footless, blind, earless, noseless, lipless, were then fucked
by Maureens clitoris, kicked and abused by a dozen jeering fat slags, slashed
with knives, pissed on, shit on, vomited on, forced to shit, piss and vomit. Finally - after being burned with caustic
soda stolen from the cleaning storage cupboards, they were permitted to crawl
to the prison officers for help. The
officers, though horrified at these events, genuinely weren’t interested in the
welfare of any of the girls in their care - therefore anything was permitted to
happen. Maureen was a victim of this
culture, now she was the product of that culture. When the prison officers decided to show some
interest in maintaining law and order in the borstal - just to ensure their jobs
stayed easy - they got their answer. The
most senior wing officer was kidnapped, stripped, sexually abused for six
hours, skinned alive and hung by the neck from the railings of the stairwell,
her intestines hanging from her belly.
Maureen was left alone, she eventually turned 21, the officers and girls
breathed a sigh of relief at her formal release.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Maureen did not leave girls alone either,
when not stripping the victims she beat in the playground and sexually humiliating them, forcing them
to pose in the most revealing ways (the boys also had to endure this - even
several sixteen year olds - in her fury Maureen had the strength of an ox), she
was experimenting with them. Maureen
sometimes felt transient attraction to girls; she envied their bodies, envying
what she did not have. Furthermore, she
was curious about their breasts and especially their genitals - which looked
neater and more compact than hers. A
gorgeous blonde sixteen year old girl, a beauty queen who received constant
attention from the boys, and a ringleader in many of the abuses Maureen
suffered at the hands of her peers, this Barbie was perhaps deserving of what
was coming. Dragged into the single
bathroom again, with its basic toilet, sink and bath - this girl was compelled
to strip, expose herself, open her lips, show her clitoris, part her bumcheeks,
pose from various angles then piss. The
girl refused, Maureen laid into her with the might of an infuriated Roman
army. The girl was left a cowering
bloody mess, who on her back, legs apart, obediently pissed into the air - the
yellow nectar raining back down upon her abdomen and breasts. Maureen fingered her cuntily, then anally,
sucked her sweet mouth, squeezed the breasts, slapped her, bit her everywhere,
giving excessive attention to those perfect, round breasts. The ass was squeezed, kicked, thrashed
furiously with the leather belt until it was purple. Maureen then stripped, the girl was to
comment on Maureen’s beauty as she posed.
Maureen then received ass and cunt fingerings, French kissing,
sixtynining til she orgasmed, nipplesucking and clitoral rubbing till she
orgasmed again. Maureen’s orgasms came
in violent shudders with growling and grunting like a bear with a
toothache. They were unpleasant for the
slave. Maureen then pissed and shit over
her Barbie slave, rubbed the shit all over her body and into her hair. Due to her size, Maureens shits were as heavy
as a bag of sugar, as dense as a brick and stank terribly. The girl was then compelled to undergo the humiliating,
deeply embarrassing and therefore difficult task of shitting whilst being
watched. Maureen observed the excretion
up close, lavishing over the opening sphincter and its forthcoming manna. Sniffed the turd, which was then rubbed over
the girl. Maureen tried very hard to
fingerfuck and clitfrig that girl to orgasm, mauling her breasts until they
were sore and bruised, fingering the ass till it hurt, the girl wouldn’t
come. Maureen beat and slapped her for
her weeping, scratching and biting her, pulling her around the room by the hair,
plucked out all her pubic hairs. Sucked
her cunt, fisted it, still the girl did not come. Maureen bit her inner labia, bit the
clitoris, rubbed that love button so hard it was bruised black and swollen to
twice its normal size. The girls vagina
was bleeding, the whole vulva was bruised and sore. Finally Maureen gave up, pissed in the girls
mouth forcing her to swallow the lemonade.
The girl was bathed, molested, warned to keep quiet, received some good
slaps on the face and was made suck Maureens clitoris to orgasm one last time
before being chased with a bombardment of imprecations and degradations.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The following day two more girls, aged
sixteen, buxom and beautiful, were dragged by the hair - one by each hand -
down the corridor to the dormitory. One
girl was a wavy haired brunette, very beautiful, thin but curvy - lovely full
chest and sweet face with a cherry mouth.
The other girl was raven haired, ruby red lips, green eyed, perfectly
proportioned like her friend and wont to much attention from many male
suitors. Both were compelled to strip,
fondle each other, open each others cunts and part each others bumcheeks -
sniffing the aroma of the vagina and bumhole when the apertures were
agape. Then Maureen stripteased whilst
they admired and cajoled, getting punched and slapped when there was not enough
genuine bravado - Maureen wanted to hear that there was simply no one more
beautiful than her. The girls had to lay
atop each other, exposing both vulvae one above the other, make love to each other
- fingering, caressing, sucking, kissing, sixtynining, cunt to cunt
rubbing. The two girls made a sudden
dash upon Maureen, hoping to overpower her.
In her fury, Maureen could find the strength of three men and the girls
sorely regretted their audacious attempt. After being kicked and punched up and
down the dorm, thrashed with the leather belt, they were forced to fight each
other then thrash each other with the same belt - this amused and sexually
excited Maureen very much. Nothing more
interesting than to see two naked teenage girls fight, everything
jiggling. More exposures, pubic hair
pluckings, pissing on each others faces, Maureen pissing over them, shitting
into each others hands, depositing the turds into their bags. Assfingerings and shitty fingersuckings. Ménage a trois. Maureen would suck and explore a cunt and
asshole as she was cuntsucked and fingered whilst also having the asshole
vigorously fingeredfucked. Again the
girls tried to overpower her, even more furious beatings, the girls were left
curled up on the floor, vomiting, winded and weeping in pain with Maureen still
lashing them with the belt screaming in rage.
The girls were compelled to sixtynine each other, in turn sixtynine with
Maureen till she orgasmed, then ménage a trois till she orgasmed again. She had one girl fist her ass whist the other
fist her cunt, meanwhile Maureen teased her left nipple and frigged her
clitoris till she orgasmed once again.
Finally, farting in the girls’ mouths, she warned them to be silent and
thrashed them out of the dormitory, still completely naked and with only two
minutes to go before a crowd comes, she throws their clothes after them. Gets dressed and takes her leave. These two beauties became her playthings or
‘friends’ for some weeks before her interests diverted elsewhere. These two girls in later life became crisis
counselors.</span></div>
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the above girls from further horror.
These boys were stupid enough to mock Maureen when everyone else finally
had the sense to leave her alone - she was now respected as a very dangerous
creature even by the Nuns. To the
bathroom she frogmarched them, resistance was met with brute force. Bloody noses and ballsqueezes coaxed them to
that dreaded room. Humiliating
strippings whilst she mocked and jeered at their skinny frames, found fault
with their cocks, made them piss, shit upon each others chests and rub it over
their bodies. Finger each others
assholes whilst watching her striptease.
As she fingered herself they were to masturbate commenting on how gorgeous
she was, giving her their two cocks to suck and balls to spank. They were both to insist they loved her very
deeply - then to fight for that love. As
the lads fought, she mused at the wriggling writhing bodies, their balls and
cocks flinging to and fro, their asscheeks parting as they wrestled. She then set upon them, beat them, insisting
that she could love two men at once. The
boys had a very difficult time maintaining their erections, but flaccidity was
punished with ball squeezes. The loss of
her virginity – given willingly - was a memorable occasion for Maureen, for she
lost the flower in a way most girls can barely dare boast of - both cocks
entered the cunt together. How many
girls are so admirable to be fucked by two men at once in the first night? She orgasmed like a pig rooting the ground,
snorting, grunting, groaning, growling.
Each boy had to take turns sucking her mouth and nipple, licking her
blind right eye for good measure. The
ordeal was not over for them yet, for she gave them her asshole, again they
doublefucked it, for ten minutes of heaving until she finally moaned like a
sick bear in her orgasm. The boys begged
to take their leave, she thrashed them, pulled their hair, mocked them, told
them she loved them too much to let them leave just yet and good friends should
get to know each other even better. She fingered herself anally and cuntily
whilst watching the boys - under her compulsion - commit a variety of
homosexual acts. French kissing, gay
sixtynining, assfingering, mutual masturbation, cock rubbing against cock,
assfucking from a variety of positions, thrashing, biting, watersport, more
shitting - managing to squeeze out mere turdlets this time they were punched
and kicked some more. Asstonguing,
farting - which Maureen enjoyed receiving in her mouth. Maureen launched several deadly farts into
their mouths, they vomited, she made them lick it up. The boys were now compelled to fuck her one
in the ass, one in the cunt, Maureen regretted not have a third boy at this point. Again grunting and panting till she came, the
boy in her ass came also - with a few encouraging roars the boy in her cunt
finally spat his sperm into her. The
boys were finally dismissed but would serve as her ‘boyfriends’ for a whole
month, they were forced to say ‘I love you’ again and again, besides undergoing
a variety of sexual treatments that left them impotent before their seventeenth
birthdays.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-34342705727041007792013-02-02T10:07:00.000-08:002014-12-30T13:30:08.072-08:00Vanity - Gods favourite sin.I shamelessly confess - I am a vain man, and I love vanity. I endorse it and promote it as one might promote a healthy sports food. I love those who are vain - irrespective of their style, which is the mere 'surface' of vanity - it is the constructs of a persona, performing some given function - and that is entirely besides the point.<br />
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I see health in vanity. I see vitality and love for life - love for ones self <i>as well as love for others</i>. For when one puts effort into ones appearance - it is an appreciation for the self and others, besides being a social grace. This is not some demand for fashion conformity - if it were I would not dismiss the surface of vanity as an incidental, some context specific peculiarity. I love an Amazonian head dress and nakedness and bodypaints just as I love a three piece suit in London or a fine dress in Milan or Paris.<br />
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The naysayers will argue that vanity is a deviation from the true self - not true in many if not most circumstances. Properly executed - that is not in blind fashion conformity - it is an expression of the true self, of ones very Will perhaps, if you are honest enough with yourself and self love, and love of life and others. To be the opposite of vain - that itself is the most depraved and vile fashion conformity ever to dis-grace humanity. And this so called 'humbleness' - is but the most vulgar pseudo-vanity ever to traverse human cultural landscapes. Humility, self depreciation and abomination of the the beauty of others and the efforts toward beauty - is as anti-life as one can get. Such an obsession with murder of life and joy for life - is a breach of the most basic commandments. Surely then - vanity must be God's favourite sin? And self destruction and demand for 'humility' as a social harm - is not only unholy, but anti-reason, for what philosophy would promote a principle of harm but one based on the most vulgar superstitions? A philosophy and religion based on resentment, hatred for life, the self, envy against others and their success and beauty, envy even against self expression and individual Will! Those who hate vanity hate the individual - and espouse collectivism for on their own, perhaps, they feel a little too powerless. If that is not a dreadful and perverse vanity - then what is?<br />
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I tell you the truth, my friends - love vanity, and love the vain! When a man wears a fine suit, cufflinks, gold rings and fine colognes and aftershave, when a woman adorns a beautiful dress and necklaces, when parents dress their children in the finest shirts, or even when someone is beautifully naked and tattoed - their bodyhairs removed and their skin oiled and glistening (be this man, woman or even a child) - give them a kiss and love them for their vanity! For they have not merely made themselves beautiful to gaze upon - but they have shared something from their inner selves with you - and that is a profound friendship to receive, even from a stranger. And love difference! Love the naked, the three piece suit, the unique style of a Heavy Metal fan or the multiple colours of an alternative fashionista - love them all! Especially the unique. Love the effort each individual has put into his or her styles - even the fine details whether they be cufflinks or noserings. Love them! Love the detail and the finesse! Discuss and encourage them to express further their inner selves, and revel in your own fascination with this unique work of art that is another Willing and life loving individual sharing their <i>true inner self</i> with you. And bear in mind - even what the fashion hides, reveals something about the lovely person - and that is to be loved and respected.<br />
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When the resentful and the envious denigrate you for your vanity, for your unique haircolour, your nosering, your tattoo, your nakedness, your three piece suit or extravagant dress, your jewellery and perfumes - do not kowtow to their morality that demands your uniqueness becomes a slave. Do not fetter yourself to a disgusting, life hating, person hating, slave morality! Spit and vomit upon them! Kill them where they stand for they endeavour to kill your Will! And if they call themselves righteous remind them truly they are the Godless. For how can the Creator, The Source, the Ineffable Atum, the Universe itself and All Being - love anything that abhors Being? How can their philosophy and law be just if it degrades beauty and demands filth and ugliness? How can their be liberty and fairness if one cannot express oneself, and explore the self through ones vanity? How can one even participate in social grace if body odour, rags and the appearance of misery and decay are the sole surface of 'choice'???<br />
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Those who hate vanity thus even hate politics - as well as their own God or gods. They hate themselves - and they hate society and even hate you.<br />
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Love yourself and everything more. Be vain - buy those cufflinks, wear that cologne, be naked without hiding anything for 'shame', be extravagant, wear that dress, colour your hair, get the nosering. Be what thy Will. Be You and love yourself, everyone, life, society, God - for vanity is God's favourite sin for sure ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-66176862144469508842013-02-01T13:07:00.002-08:002013-02-11T15:29:12.475-08:00Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 2Part 2 of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu - check my Books Of Sodom page for the links.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Some weeks later, a boy approached her,
courted her, her stomach fluttered and her heart leapt. She was in such a swoon she paid no attention
to the girls and boys giggling some ten feet away. For a week he courted her, then offered her
first kiss. Maureen closed her eyes and
their lips met. She wasn’t sure how to
kiss, copying the others she opened and closed her mouth, the crowd roared and
cheered in laughter. Her ‘boyfriend’
started laughing yet still Maureen was too naive to catch on. Only when he grabbed her by the nape of the
neck, put his fingers down his throat and vomited into her mouth did it occur
to her that it was all a con - another sick practical joke at her great
expense. Maureen was left on her hand
and knees in tears, vomiting like a poisoned dog. The Nuns were merciless on her dirt. Her kissing and her vomiting evoked the most
extreme hostility from the Sisters of Mercy, their eyes psychotic and demonic
with lustful vengeful rage. Three months
to sulk and suffer in the dark room.
Plenty of time to figure that the boy deliberately courted her for a
whole week just to make it hurt more.
Never get too hopeful. The
brazier in her darkening mind was getting hotter. So much so that upon entering the lighter
world again, she squeezed that boys balls leaving him hospitalised – his
injuries so severe he required castration and she felt good. Maureen, over the coming months went on a
rampage of wrath and revenge, mercilessly beating dozens of girls into bloody
pulps, breaking bones, squeezing balls, fighting with the nuns and seriously
injuring several of them. One priest had
his face scalded by her eruption that took everyone by surprise. Another nun had her right eye clawed out
after suggesting perhaps Maureen is incapable of seeing the “Grace of God
therefore lacking the ability to forgive those who hurt her due to letting the
devil take away her good righteous eye”.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Maureen was now sixteen and quite
uncontrollable. After countless
punishments which only made her more vicious everyone began to leave her
alone. Loneliness was her closest friend
now, misery being relegated to the place of second best friend - it was to be
the only triumph she would ever have in her life. The Nuns also boycotted her, only ever giving
her C or D grades for her work - she soon ceased trying too hard. Still, she had her sexual needs, besides a
constant vengeful violent urge that bound with her carnal desires. The first victim of her passions was an 11
year old boy. Dark hair, brown eyes,
thin body, round but pert ass and substantially sized cock he was an occasional
plaything for the priests and nuns besides the older boys. He learned to avoid these advances, but Maureen
was quick and relentless. She predated
upon him like a lioness upon a gazelle, pounced him and dragged him into a
cupboard. Stripped him, molested him,
sucked and slobbered over every part of his beautiful little body. Over that beautiful little body did her ugly
countenance roam with relentless lust – relief at last. She undressed herself and forced him to look
at her ‘beautiful’ body, forced him to fondle and caress her, suck her left
nipple, run his hand up and down the crack of her huge shitty ass, rub her
cunt, suck her big erect clit. It took
some twenty minutes until she was satisfied, having orgasmed very violently
three times, amidst her climax slapping him, squeezing his genitals, jeering at
him. Finally vomiting over him, Maureen
ordered him to shit and piss whilst she spectated and mocked. Fingerfucking his asshole she forcefully
masturbated him till he came, making him feel guilty by reminding him that he
reacted and ejaculated therefore obviously enjoyed her. Where did Maureen learn so much about
sex? Only a fool would believe a place
run by priests and nuns is devoid of sex talk - sometimes negative talk gives
just as much insight as the playground whispers and exchanges in the confession
box - the latter two being not at all uncommon.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The boy was left a shattered mess, and
two days later a gorgeous blond boy of twelve was to follow in a single
bathroom. Her sexuality was now finding
vent in vengeful fury. This boy jeered
at her quite horribly on many occasions, she was severe on him. Forcing him to strip whilst she cooed and
jeered, leaving him crimson with shame, her barks and fury left him trembling
with fear. After making him dance,
stroke his cock, part has bumcheeks, fart, piss, roll back the foreskin, go on
his knees and beg her for forgiveness.
The second phase had him watch her striptease and dance, a very
off-putting sight but the boy was compelled to comment on how beautiful and
sexy she was. Maureen then lashed the
lad with a leather belt, had him screaming and sobbing as red weltmarks colored
his thin, white body. Her clitoris was
erect, her left nipple hard, he was compelled to suckle it lovingly like a
baby. She breathed and heaved heavily, her hairy armpits stinking of heavy
sweating. Maureen then ordered him to
fondle her body whilst he continued suckling, finger her cunt, stroke the
clitoris til she shuddered, pull the labia to resurrect her, finger the asshole
- and suck the shit off his fingers. He
balked, she screamed in fury, punched him, kicked him about the floor, shit in
his mouth, pissed over his face, he vomited.
She rolled him in the vomit, beat him, left his face bloody, French
kissing the bleeding mouth she sucked his blood whilst caressing him
everywhere. He had to finger her again,
she fingered his asshole, sucked his mouth, deliberately coughing down his
throat. Forcefully sucked his cock til
orgasm. She teased him at his cumming -
he obviously ‘enjoyed’ it. This poor boy
didn’t understand that erection is a reflex - he would never have another -
like most males who encountered her regardless of his age. Maureen bathed the boy clean, but he was not
released from her grip till he tongued her stinking cunt and sucked her clit
whilst she viciously pulled his hair and slapped his face.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Only hours later, her sexuality finally
finding release, Maureen was in desperate need of more love, more orgasm, more
caressing, more intimacy, more looking and seeing, more being admired as any
woman wants admiring, more games, more everything - more revenge and triumph of
the will. A 14 year old boy, quite
handsome but egotistic, always mocked her for her ugliness. He was always hard on the ugly girls, Maureen
got it worst. He had a string of affairs
in the Home, she was to be his last - he became a priest after this -
apparently unable to get physically close to any female ever again. Into the empty dormitory during dinner
hour. He was forcefully dragged by the
hair down the long corridors. When he
threatened loud protest she slipped her big hand down his pants and threatened
to squeeze - aware of what happened to the last pair of testicles she squeezed
the boy quietly complied. Stripped him,
plucked out his young pubic hairs. His
cock was bigger, his balls hung more, his body was more muscular but still
thin. He had hairy armpits and she liked
their smell - she was very, very wet and breathing heavily. Squeezed his nipples, licked them, sniffed
the armpits, licked them, sucked the balls, kissed his ass - save the cock for
later. Bend over, part his bumcheeks,
plucked out the hairs, slapped his ass and face hard when he cried. Tongued his asshole, besides the shit, which
somehow excited her, there was a manly sweaty smell - the smell of male sex,
and this really excited her. Pinched his
skin all over, twisted his fingers and toes, bit him, leaving her teethmarks on
his arms, legs, torso and bumcheeks.
Punched him, kicked him, he tried to fight back but she furiously beat
him into a pulp. Kicking his stomach,
back and ribs she left him winded on the floor, he vomited. She sucked his mouth, licked the vomit,
hissed imprecations with her burning eye staring straight into his. Forced him to eat his vomit whilst she pissed
over him. He was compelled to watch her
lay back and masturbate, she rubbed and fingered her big ugly vulva for ten
minutes. He could not escape, he was
tied to a bedpost with linen, he was naked and she was lying on his
clothes. He was compelled to stroke his
cock until erect, she examined it, frigged it, spanked the balls lightly, untied
him and forced him to 69. She came in
violent tremors as he lay on his back sucking her vulgar cunt whilst he
obediently caressed her body - disobedience resulted in punches and
ballsqueezes. As he brought her to
orgasm, she sucked and tongued his cock vigorously, noisily, passionately -
forcing him to come in convulsions he could not console for the love of
trying. The shame, this sense of
defilement, was exacerbated by her logical explanation that he obviously
enjoyed doing it and with that he was forced to French kiss with her for some
ten minutes before being released. Like
the other two boys, horrible repercussions were promised if the spoke about
their ordeals to any authority - these three boys were molested and bullied for
several weeks in the manners just described.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-25654138351499888402013-02-01T12:46:00.003-08:002013-02-11T15:29:39.848-08:00Tales Of Depravity - Love - part 1I am so sick and tired of being relentlessly censored, banned and tyrannised about how I 'should' write to make my works 'acceptable' to the politically correct and morally chauvinist establishment - that I will now provide some excerpts here. I am as disappointed with wattpad for censoring my book 'Tales Of Depravity' as I am with Amazon Kindle for banning it.<br />
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In the meantime, I provide you now the story 'Love', from my book Tales Of Depravity - which still remains banned off Kindle, and I cannot make it available on iBookstore and B&N Nook until I 'make changes' - which I will not under any circumstance do. I simply refuse to water down or censor my work to satisfy a minority of moral faggots or a majority of brainwashed drones. Fuck it! It is time some hard writing puts this lying, deceiving petty little culture to the test! Basically ramming the face of NeoConservatism into the unflushed toilet! No flushes - no censorship - no relief from its own filth.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Born into squalor and abomination, from
the outset the squealing malnourished infant who was to grow into Big Maureen,
as she later became known, could not have faced greater adversity in her quest
to grow into a successful human being.
Her mother was an alcoholic - forced to prostitute herself to feed her
habit and throw scraps of bread and milk to her bastard children merely to
pacify them for another hour. Her
husband, a rampant liar, womanizer, thief, voyeur, pederast was seldom
around. When he was, he usually
subjected his wife to vigorous fuckings against the wall in drunken fits of
rage, sometimes in the presence of neighbours – and later would subject the screaming
bastard children to physical, psychological and sexual violence (at least two
from the half dozen little thievelings and prostitutes certainly were not his –
which served as requisite excuse for these outrages). Maureen’s three elder brothers, from as far
back as she could remember, beat her, screamed at her and fingerfucked her, her
two elder sisters only mocked and jeered, excluding her from the little genuine
social interaction that occurred in the slums of Glasgow. At six years old, her mother in a drunken fit
of rage lashed boiling cooking fat over her face and body. Not only was the right side of her face and
front of her upper right torso permanently scarred, besides being blinded in
her right eye and her front hairline immediately receded by two inches, her
future of misery and mental agony was secured.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mistreated by doctors and nurses at the
hospital where she spent many agonizing months, they reveled in her pain as
they roughly changed the bandages and deliberately let the burns fester and
become much more complicated than they otherwise should have been. In 1966 it was not conducive to ones
wellbeing to be of the working class, or the underclass - those who before WWII
had proletarian backgrounds until herded into vast housing estates like Soviet
cattle to a new industrial city on the Steppes.
These people, forgotten in the postwar economic booms despite promises
of certain ‘Labourist’ policies, became the cannon fodder of scorn and
reprehension. The professional classes,
in their elitist contempt for anyone without a good high school education
(which is far from ubiquitous though it feigns to be available for all) and the
physical, intellectual or economic incapacity to fend for themselves due to
mismanagements deforming society, enjoy exalting themselves through continuing human
misery. Maureen was that misery at its
apogee, and what she later became is the inevitable fallout from that
aforementioned mismanagement. Horror,
comes from horror made, horror practiced, horror recompenses horror. How humanity revels in horror! Even its hypocrisy and double standards are
horror! Even its’ two faced complaints
about horror is horror! Even the
charities and do-gooders and campaigners to resolve horror is horror due to
actually <i>maintaining </i>the horror it feigns to resolve. Horror in bad practice, bad things lead to
bad results. One may ‘wish for the
best’, and through apathetic management, such as post WWII housing projects and
economics, class interests, national interests, social interests besides other
egotisms and vulgarities caked in the makeup of ‘truth, beauty and goodness’,
will only acquire horrible results. And
to cake that ugly face in more ‘good’ makeup - such horror! Even the Renaissance men, the Mediaeval’s,
the Romans, could be more upfront about themselves than that - they admitted to
horror, and relatively suffered less of it (or no more of it at least). Doctors, in their hyena hypocrisy, feigned to
‘help’ Maureen. Later, the Nuns ‘helped’
Maureen. But all Maureen could remember
was horror. The mistreatment in hospital
worse than what her mother did to her.
The ‘good’ upbringing and education ministered by the Nuns and that
cursed Catholic Church (itself stinking in a good two millennia of unspeakable,
abyssal black horror in the name of God), was worse than the mistreatment she
received from her elder siblings, peers and father.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The rest of Maureen’s childhood was a
blur of beatings and cold showers, which hurt her scars. She hated showering in front of the other
girls, who only mocked and jeered at her misshapen body, how she wished to be
like them - admiring their wet smooth skin as they waltzed and preened
unashamed of their beauty. Due to her
looking different, no one befriended her, or they would form fake friendships
only to deliberately dupe her and leave her psychologically and spiritually
broken. The Nuns were harsh with this
‘little hussy’, after being inspected and found to have a broken hymen they
were determined to cleanse her soul from the evil into which she was born. Maureen soon felt like a reprobate. Schoolwork was never of satisfactory
standard, handwriting was never neat enough - nothing could please them. She was luckier than the prettiest girls in
some ways though - they received untoward attentions from the Priests <i>and </i>Nuns. The Nuns knew how to lash with the leather
belt, they knew how to lash with the stick, they often spanked her scarred
flesh breaking it and making it bleed, the wounds healed knitting the already
taught skin tighter.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">At the age of 11 she was moved to a
children’s home of mixed sex, still run by nuns, who were just as harsh if not
more brutal than their colleagues in the girls convent. The first shower night was one of abysmal
humiliation as all the other girls - all 75 of them - mocked and screamed and
jeered at her ugly nakedness. She was
getting plump and was less beautiful than before. When Maureen cried for them to stop they set
upon her like crows on carrion, tearing at her and beating her into soon
bloodied water. When the Nuns stopped
the cabal, they were in no way sympathetic to Maureen. Barking at her like Sergeant Majors, ordered
her to wash the blood off and marched her completely naked up the corridors to
the punishment room. For four hours the
Home reverberated of lashes and screaming girls, an 18th century bedlam would
not compare. Maureen was blamed for instigating the commotion, and her protests
of innocence only lead to the harshest mental and physical rebukes fierce
enough to leave a veteran soldier cowering in the corner.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When Maureen refused to enter the showers
the following wash evening, the Nuns took the greatest pleasure in frogmarching
her into the boys shower rooms, stripped her and forced her to wash before 70
jeering cooing boys who mocked her ugliness, fat ass, pot belly, scars, budding
misshapen left breast, deformed vulva and chubby hips. Sufficient to make any girl die of
embarrassment – this served only to kill another of the few remaining lights in
the soul of the already traumatized Maureen.
The Nuns lashed her furiously until she pissed herself, forcing her to
wash all over again; the boys jeering even harder at this sick show, another
light went out inside her. No one, in
the revelries of horror in the name of God, goodness and good discipline,
noticed it getting any dimmer. <i>The globe gets dimmer and in the self
inflicted horror no one notices</i>. At
this point, for the first time, Maureen surmised “surely they deserve a darker
hour?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Adolescence was more than a living hell,
if childhood was painful, then Maureen’s teenage years were emotionally
raw. Now she cognized her anguish, and
the realisation was bleak and painful as a Scottish winter. (Half the nuns, by the way, were Irish). Never was her school performance good enough,
she never got enough sleep, with homework, chores, punishment homework,
punishment chores, and tortures and practical jokes from her peers in the
dormitories. It was her peers who got
her punished, and the Nuns enjoyed all of it, even when it was proven Maureen
was innocent - she was punished anyway along with her peers, who only savagely
beat her afterwards. The other girls
shit and pissed her bed, forced her to sleep in it, and in the morning reveled
in the nuns harsh remonstrations. During
assembly, all the boys and girls in the Home would jeer at her nocturnal and
other failures. It is not pleasant to be
accused of having no bladder or bowel control whether you are incontinent or
not. Her sanitary towels always disappeared,
leading to more mockeries at the assembly for messing her knickers or bed linen
with the ‘Sin of Eve’. She was regularly
stripped and paraded naked around the playground by her peers, everyone
applauding and commenting on her body.
The Nuns, when they found out about ‘her whoresone exhibitionism’,
reveled in forcing her to shower with the boys for 3 months and stand naked
before the whole assembly for the same duration. Assuring her she was damned, the Nuns felt
the most gracious thing she could do was be a warning to others of the
degrading punishments ‘God’ has in store for deviants from the path enunciated
in the bible. Maureen struggled to find
answers in that book, and for her sins the Sisters gave her some bitter
theology lessons. When Maureen commented
that the Gospel according to Matthew states one is not to judge others, condemn
to hell or say ‘you fool’, the result was the cupboard - where she remained in
the dark for three months. “Foolish
little girls will languish in the dark where there is weeping and gnashing of
teeth for letting their lamps extinguish” was the response and explanation from
these vicious Women of God.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Maureen was now 15, and quite lethargic
and overweight, in a constant depression and yearning, her inner self felt like
a dark room with a brazier glowing redder.
All the other girls were indulging in secret relationships with the
boys, away from the eyes of the Nuns, who in fits of jealousy would catch the
culprits and punish them in sexually humiliating ways. The Nuns were not averse to using the older
boys for their own sexual follies - neither were the priests. The girls
suffered the same, except Maureen.
Besides being used as sex toys, these boys and girls managed to forge
romances between each other, teenage romances that were healthy and joyful. Filled with necking, heavy petting, oral and
sometimes group games it is almost unimaginable where humanity can grow. But the conditions were too adverse for
Maureen and the world remained hostile towards her. The girls only mocked her inability to get a
boyfriend, accused of sapphism, she was reported to the Nuns: who took pleasure in a three week long
intensive inquisition of degrading cross examinations, beatings, naked
‘examinations’ by the priests, and cold baths - which hurt her scars. For the first time during this inquisition,
Maureen got to see herself naked in a full length mirror. The sight of herself made her sob
uncontrollably; her weeping didn’t stop for weeks. Her left breast didn’t develop properly,
growing into a thin conical teat rent askew to the left, the nipple brown,
hairy and inverted, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
Her right breast was painful in its growth, due to the scar tissue. There was no nipple, burned away long ago, it
looked like a large flattened ball of lumpy fat sitting atop her pot
belly. Her vulva was hidden by a huge
black bush of wiry pubic hair - the inner labia hung two inches beyond the
outer labia like the cheeks of a turkey, red and raw, the clitoris protruded
four inches beyond the hood. The bush
couldn’t hide this deformed shame. Her
hips were thunderously large, chubby, riddled with cellulite and love handles
like the flesh on her back. Her ass was
large, flat and flabby, hanging down to the backs of her knees and sprouting
hair from cleft. The left side of her
face was pockmarked with an old dose of chickenpox and chronic severe acne –
leaving the unscarred side of her face appear like the surface of the
moon. The right side of her face was
ghoulish, her eye a deformed rheumy white with no pupil, her right ear a plug
shaped waxy mess. No man would marry
her, it was obvious to her, all hope faded.
In her adolescence, with her dawning sexuality which was brutally
repressed by Nuns, boys and girls, she developed the hope and yearning to
escape this horror and find a prince who would rescue her soul from eternal
darkness and love her and let her love.
It would clearly never be.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-2719125849639882982013-01-15T03:16:00.000-08:002013-01-15T03:16:14.562-08:00Why bestiality should be legalised and promoted on TVNo doubt many moralists and mindless sheeple will be deeply 'shocked' by the headline to this post. I emphasise 'shocked' to insinuate that in truth - there is no emotion at all, but only script following dramatics - no real thinking, feeling or Being whatsoever - thus such subhumans may be immediately dismissed from our Forum and Court...<br />
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But I am deadly serious when I say that not only should fucking animals be permitted but <i>also</i> promoted on TV as a campaign against one final form of discrimination prevalent in our 'Christian' chauvinist social world. That is - species discrimination. We have witnessed much resistance against many forms of discrimination - racism, sexuality, gender, ageism (although this has a long way to go - as I will discuss in the future). Much of the resistance has come from a mixed bag of social groups, who themselves are utterly bereft of a coherent worldview nor are they even capable of such (and to believe that Socialism, Liberalism or Feminism as we know them, are anything remotely near a well round system is a sympton of such <i>decadences</i> itself). But in future - I know that <i>resistance</i> will come from a more spiritually enlightened social movement - itself eclectic yet Unified <i>in themselves</i>. These resistances will address those issues hitherto only partially addressed by partisan and infantile political and social groups - all bereft of healthy spirits! And it is for this that I speak with such confidence - <i>for that time has come on every calender</i>!<br />
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We <i>depersonalise</i> animals as we depersonalise ourselves - for it takes an impersonal relationship, in an impersonal social world with its politically chauvinist scripts that we all 'ought' to follow (one must laugh at such deontics!). We all have pets - we interact with them - treat them well, make them part of the family, we care for them as we do our children, sick and elderly - yet we pretend that these animals do not have a voice, that they do not, cannot - and for the sake of the status quo - must not speak. But that is to say that every living creature is as dead as a rock - with no behaviour or interaction whatsoever - that they have no Will. And that is how we <i>make ourselves</i> when we follow such scripts!<br />
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I tell you this - that when you make love to an animal - your dog for example, or a sheep or a donkey, a goat or a horse (choose freely!) - you are not only giving that animal its liberty and sharing pleasure with it - you also liberate yourself and become closer to nature and All Being. You become more human and less barbaric - you have thrown away the last yoke of discrimination that compels you to abuse, enslave, <i>remove from their orbit</i>, the Willpower of another, without any justification. Furthermore - you not only have ceased to discriminate against a species - but you have ceased to discriminate against another sexual taste (or 'sexuality' - as our mundane 'modernist' intellects like to categorise such tastes and passions ever so neatly and conveniently to <i>police and discriminate</i>). It is equally <i>mala in se</i> to remove from another person - be that person an animal or human - the liberty to debauch, fuck and enjoy pleasure as they choose. Do you yet notice how these chauvinist scripts - often promoted through TV and Mass Media - serve only to cull pleasure, to regulate pleasure and bodies, to control Power and kill it? To kill the Will of all?<br />
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We live in a culture of death - <i>quod erat demonstrandum</i> - and by promoting something a little more 'pro-life' on TV - we would make a key shift away from that. I speak against discrimination of all kinds and against bestiality and species discrimination here not merely to empower another because it is 'moral', it is 'nice', the 'right thing to do' - these are such artificial reasons. I have provided better and more spirited reasons - reasons that can be holistic (which the abovementioned ism's cannot achieve) and carries greater honour and integrity.<br />
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Some of you may believe this is also a justification for vegetarianism - which I assure you it is not. I am not against meat eating, or even hunting - at all. And this is another debate, which I shall write here soon enough - but this separate debate obviously follows nicely from what I discuss here.<br />
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I use bestiality, species, discriminations, debauchery and Sodom - as a means to greater spiritual, intellectual and political integrity. This is not 'moral' - if it were - I could not even have this conversation - for I would be following Christian prescriptions and other politically correct scripts - I would not think and only discriminate, never being me...<br />
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Am I understood?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-40402919410239688362013-01-14T23:56:00.003-08:002013-01-14T23:56:51.289-08:00The joys of debauchery.Many of you have asked me "Why?"<br />
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Is it for attention? The thrill? To simply turn everything upside-down? To insult and offend, shock and horrify?<br />
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The answer is all these things and a little more. Two further reasons stand out:<br />
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There is the sheer pleasure of it, the 'hobby', the adventure, the joy of finding and experiencing new pleasures - and you can be assured I have indeed found many of those. Everything from tickling the perineum from some obtuse angle to having ones nipples and anus horribly squeezed and prodded with odd devices, hanging from a web of ropes and pulleys, after suffering 4 hours of other sweet horrors. Be assured - this is enlightening - and it takes us to our second reason.<br />
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There is the spiritual aspect. The whole Sacred Ritual, and in Sodom there are many such rituals - every torture and sweet pleasure is to be considered as a journey along a fresh path which one has hitherto not traversed, perhaps even nobody has. During ones sufferings - the countless lashes of the whip, the tugging of nipples, genitals, anal tortures, tickletortures, scratchings, gratings, humiliations and teasings, even a dash of voyeurism or rampant exhibitionism and the wave of adrenaline that courses through ones veins, or the opioids in ones brain - here the biochemical and bioelectrical are supervened by a sense of Mind, a sense of Spirit, a wave of pathos - that supersedes the banality of everyday life. One is delivered to a new realm - its essence is the Passion and the Sensation - it is Holiness embodied and embodiment divinated. It is an Unio Mystica via the senses and the Will to proceed and never submit to anything <i>other than the path itself</i>. Am I understood?<br />
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Those who practice Kink on occasion refer to 'subspace' - and it is this, to some extent, to which I allude. Of course, there are many 'subspaces', many kinds of sacred dreamlike states that are the percept of the Dionysian frenzy of the debauch. They themselves are the Apollonian aspect of the sweetness of suffering - the dreamlike cognizance of the phenomenon of anguish, and of orgasm. In this - the convergence of these opposites in the embodied Magii of Sodom, One becomes absolutely One as the dreamer and See'r, and also becomes one with All as the Willed submission to the Dionysian frenzy, the passion, the sufferings and the relief - which itself is to look to Nirvana as oneself - self and all appraised once more, via another path, another debauch.<br />
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And in this hobby of the spirit - that one takes so seriously yet so carefree, one also spreads this 'Gospel of Sweet Suffering' to other lovers and libertines and offers to them new opportunities to perceive the Self and All, to feel this divinity embodied, as they hitherto may not have known or achieved or perhaps through oppression not been permitted.<br />
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This is my final reason - as both combined - by doing what I do, I emancipate. I <i>emancipate</i> myself and others. And this is the best thing I can do for myself and the best gift I can give to others.<br />
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I offer you an Orgasm - not a mere 'best wishes'...<br />
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I offer you... The Wills Of Sodom:<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/The-Wills-Of-Sodom-ebook/dp/B00AYJ0W1O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358236559&sr=8-1&keywords=wills+of+sodom<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/The-Wills-Sodom-Baldassare-Cossa/dp/1291027440/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1358236559&sr=8-2&keywords=wills+of+sodomAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-91961578168576988452013-01-12T06:38:00.001-08:002013-01-12T06:38:46.555-08:00Fit for fucking.There are many moralists no doubt reading me and passing false judgements. Those common accusations against 'concupiscence' where those of us who <i>choose life</i> and choose to en<i>joy</i> life without allowing our Will to be subverted by the <i>resentment</i> of <i>them</i>... Those dreadful and too often false labellings and denigrations against those of us who have no fear of sex, drugs and rock n' roll - to encourage us to feel a sense of shame, with the perfunctory concomitant guilt. And on what grounds are we to be ashamed? On the perception that we are somehow degenerate - weaker, lazier, less intelligent, imprudent, disorganised, disoriented and confused with ourselves (for all our Hedonism is but a manifestation of some 'inner tumult', of a profound grief and discordant and confounded sense of identity)...<br />
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But I pass my assurances - that debauchery and Sodom, Hedonism - has nothing to do with weakness - quite the opposite. Respectively, I must place the <i>resentful</i>, the petty moralists constantly in panic and on security alert, in the same category as the degenerate, slothful and imebcilic. For they simply lack the strength and sheer razor sharp Will to even find out what it is they desire, define that desire, and put it into a Praxis that will yield results. Such results sometimes being identified as 'pleasure' - but for those of us with far vision and genuinely prudent spirits over more than one dimension - is merely a yield, a percentage, to be reinvested into our Will for the next game of Sodom... Am I understood? Or are those who are imbecilic and perhaps <i>unquestionably moralised</i> perplexed by the geometric formulation of words and mathematical rigour of argument? A framework of knowledge indifferent to... 'philosophy'...<br />
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My good friends - I stand before you as the most severe and disciplined of men! How else am I to have the reserves to fuck, debauch, drink, binge and vomit as I do? How can I orgy and dance wildly? How can I fight and conquer? How can I even have the intellectual capacity to ruminate, be creative, meditate on some complex issues and <i>think my way out of the soporific morality of mass man</i>... If I were not fit, strong, and disciplined with the severity of a Buddhist Sage and a Special Forces soldier? I assure you - I am.<br />
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If you want to see the stars in deep space - you must do without sleep. And you must crouch your body for long periods in awkward stances, beneath the telescope eyepiece - sometimes in the freezing cold. If you want to fuck and fuck again, and again, you must be fit - trust me... And you must be capable of defending your territory in Sacred Holy War, when the moralist plague comes once again - and they are always on the horizon if not at the front door. If you wish to drink much wine and be steady the morning following - you must be fit indeed, just as you need strength to trek deep into mountains and forests - often in hostile weather - just to be alone for a time, to meditate - or to orgy in peace far away from the looking glass sheeple.<br />
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So you see brethren... There is the greatest strength and the most severe test upon an individuals 'morals', ethics, resolve and even on the capacity to love and remain caring - in Sodom. Sodom is the ultimate challenge - and the ultimate test of ones honesty, honour, fidelity, capacity to remain focused and forward thinking - and to be fearless before the beautiful.<br />
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The last phrase "fearless before the beautiful" may confuse some - but this is my key point here. It is easy to say "I fear the ugly" and justify it - although in Sodom that is challenged with the greatest ease. But put many meek moralists before 1000 beautiful naked Fuckers - and I assure you the beautiful bodies and the sweet music of 1000 orgasms will terrify them.<br />
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Too many people fear beauty - and for that they remain unfit! Unfit to indulge in life - unfit even to think about it. Physically and psychologically unfit! Spiritually pathological!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-3085575825123901362013-01-07T22:50:00.000-08:002013-01-07T22:50:40.625-08:00Why I miss the festivitiesI have to confess it - I miss the festive cheer already!<br />
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Don't you just love the excuse to binge, debauch, be selfish and utterly greedy - yet GIVE like fuck, encourage excess, profligation, binging, fucking, puking, shitting, constipation and all the consequences of encouraged and even softly enforced gluttony?<br />
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Christmas and New Year are the ultimate festivity of our modern age, it is the celebration that defines us. Just as the Triumph defined the Romans, or Ramadan defines Muslims. Us? We love eating like fuck, we love presents, we love to give too much and receive too much. We love to encourage too much and be encouraged to indulge too much. We love too much! And we love to love it! Such joy!<br />
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And it is in the festive season, that I begin to feel positively about Western civilisation once again - the rest of the year being a gloomy affair, where nihilism and hypocrisy overwhelm every soul [even the freest of free spirits must fly far and high to escape the anomie and deathly stench of Christian morality and social norms]. During the festive season - those things that show we are still a little healthy, and still have the potential for GOOD HEALTH - come to the foreground. GOOD HEALTH is defined by ones motivation, ones desire, ones sheer unabashed Will to indulge, to take, and even to give. This symptom of health - as opposed to the rest of the year symptoms of pathology [taking with a sense of guilt, never giving except out of false altruism, hypocrisy, constant need for fairytale justifications as 'morality', constant apathy, whining, learned helplessness, resentment and a hypocritical encouragement of so called asceticism [give your 10%, all power to the soviets, for the Republic, for 'freedom' etc]] - this symptom of health I say, as pure Will and its greed to BE MORE, give MORE, take MORE, without guilt, without recourse to fairytales [morality], to simply ENJOY and indulge carefreely and never judge those you love for doing exactly that - mutual encouragement of such a healthy spirit - such a healthy atmosphere, fresh air! Such a change of climate that is! Despite winter months it feels incredibly warming, to the heart and mind. To the body. How ready we are for Spring and Summer after our festive debauch! Until of course - the bad atmosphere returns too quickly!<br />
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Am I understood?<br />
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How I fucked this Christmas and New Year! Not only my wife, but a good few others! And I encouraged all those I love and fucked to do likewise. Sucking mouths passionately - mouths filed with wine and truffles - is much more genuine than a cold stiff handshake, be assured - try it and trust me.<br />
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How I ate! I ate til I was heaving, vomiting, I needed laxatives to clear out the clog of my gluttony! And get back to some good fucking and being fucked! And the diarrhea, oh God and sweet heavens the deluge - that was a passionate experience in itself, believe me! And to share ones shit even, that my friends, is love!<br />
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How I drank - I drank several different kinds of coffee in one sitting, 3-5 cups laid before me at once - I was half mad on caffeine highs! And when not consuming coffee, wines and liqueurs and ales, until I spewed and pissed myself, rejuvenated hours later by some whimsome little orgy going on right beside me - several more coffees and large trays of chocolates and cake to revive me.<br />
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And the gifts, the sweet vanities! Countless gifts I received as I gave and LOVED GIVING! For there is POWER in giving - it shows one is powerful enough to have the resources to give, the love to give, the sheer self control to give, and the pleasure of giving and spreading pleasure - which is a far greater power than spreading misery, leave the latter to the moralists and other such spiritual weaklings and decadents.<br />
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I wore several colognes, aftershaves, lotions and deoderants at once - to stink of beauty despite the background reek of shit, piss and vomit - such sweet power is that! And to have all the people that one loves, despite being naked and covered in their own filth and orders, to reek beautifully the same, after long sweaty orgies and banquets - that my dear friends, I assure you, is a power a man like Hitler, or other such half-creatures and degenerates, could never ever fathom. And this is why I love Christmas - that most Pagan of festivities and Pagan it shall always remain [Santa Clause is most welcome of course!] - it is that time where we can be the opposite of that most sickly part of ourselves - that Hitlerian or moralist chauvinist part that is pathologically anti-pleasure, anti-life, anti-health.<br />
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Perhaps Christmas and New Year, that time of joy, refreshment, receiving and giving so carefree, is the very last light of health in the West, our last hope for rejuvenation and redemption - as opposed to the false redemption of all other ism's hitherto [and anities and ologies I should add]. I wish it could be Christmas and New Year every day - so that all year round, we could keep the vibe of GOOD HEALTH and GOOD TIDINGS, without guilt and apathy and resentment - but only with EXCESS as the ultimate expression of power and self control and reverence for life at its best.<br />
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How I try to live like this - the eating, drinking and fucking, and the Sacred Holy War to protect and promulgate this type of life - perhaps Santa should be made a god? Santa as... The last hint of Dionysos and good cheer in the West?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-60604446097211171102013-01-06T20:28:00.001-08:002013-02-11T16:05:12.985-08:00They BANNED my book for being too extreme and pornographic!So... I tried to put my book Tales Of Depravity onto Amazon Kindle, iPhone and iPad - and perhaps not too surprisingly they have banned my book for being in violation of their very vague terms.<br />
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I was unsurprised yet at the same time rightfully pissed off - why do they have the 120 Days Of Sodom, 50 Shades Of Grey and American Psycho on Kindle - all of which are very graphic?<br />
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Here are the said books:<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/The-120-Days-Sodom-ebook/dp/B007733DXY/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532274&sr=1-2&keywords=120+days+of+sodom<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/Fifty-Shades-of-Grey-ebook/dp/B007L3BMGA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532295&sr=1-2&keywords=50+shades+of+grey+kindle<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/American-Psycho-ebook/dp/B004FV4T7U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532326&sr=1-1&keywords=american+psycho+kindle<br />
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And to make it even more ridiculous pornographic books such as Tickle Torture by Penny Birch are available:<br />
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http://www.amazon.com/Tickle-Torture-Nexus-ebook/dp/B003V4AT30/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532372&sr=1-2&keywords=tickle+torture<br />
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My own book is of real literary and sociological value, even philosophic - despite the prose being intentionally formulated for the average reader. In my work, the graphic scenes are to bring certain points of concern out into the open - not merely to entertain, and I am perfectly fine with those who CHOOSE to be entertained by my work. Something Amazon is not giving you the freedom to do!<br />
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In a nutshell, Amazon is using its 'policy' to shirk Constitution, Rule Of Law, and unfairly dismiss and discriminate at its own arbitrary whim. Since when could a Corporation decide on what we can say, hear, read, write, sell and buy? Is this Corporate Mafia Governance? Is it 'crony capitalism' and not genuine free markets because they permit big publishers to print what they want but not anyone else? Is this 'tyranny of the minority' because they claim a certain group of people are 'offended' by such literature therefore we should all kowtow to them in the name of democracy? Or is it 'tyranny of majority' in that "everyone won't like this therefore it must be banned" - two tyrannies equally as bad as Corporate Mafia Governance without recourse to Rule Of Law. Can a Corporation even claim they are "protecting the public from bad writing"? How can that lawfully be determined? When serving the public - it must be done fairly, transparently and without arbitrary discrimination - the entity [here Amazon] opens its property to the public to do business therefore must adhere to 'Res Publica/Public Interest' and never engage in opaque discriminatory behaviours that reflect dictatorship or tyranny!<br />
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In the longterm, the freedom of every individual mind is at stake here for the abovementioned reasons. Those who have ears let them hear! Those who have minds - choose now! Tyranny or liberty?<br />
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I implore you lovers of freedom, to support me, comment here, spread the word about my case, sign my petitions, friend me on facebook, follow me on twitter - the time is now to defend liberty! Tomorrow never comes.<br />
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http://www.change.org/en-GB/petitions/amazon-stop-banning-and-censoring-small-writers-but-allowing-big-publishers<br />
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http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/422/562/116/<br />
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**UPDATE**<br />
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Finally I managed to get an ebook version on Lulu - available to read on any reader device such as iPad or Kindle. I don't know how long I'll get to keep it up. It's also 'pending review' for iBookstore and Nook - but I doubt I'll get past the censors. Please support me by signing the petitions! And if you can - grab a copy of the ebook <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/baldassare-cossa/tales-of-depravity/ebook/product-20691719.html" target="_blank">here</a> before it gets taken down again!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952422537519769056.post-61084816021806411282012-10-20T10:09:00.004-07:002012-10-20T10:47:30.144-07:00What is the good life?When pressed with the question "What is the good life?" there is the tendency either to indulge in erudite eulogies to some vague convention (in a nutshell - social normativity) trying to pass off as 'higher', 'holier', and for that reason its opaque and obscurantist framework is of course "beyond normal reason". And when we aren't telling fairytales and whoring our minds and bodies with fantasy - we are perhaps more straight talking and simply repeat the "holy riddle" in some simplified set of conditionals - "thou shalt's" or "this is proper". We see the latter in tabloid journalism every day.<br />
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But let us cut to the chase - and sweep a lot of so called philosophy off the table. We do not need any more theosophic sophistry as modes of governance! What policy can derive from that which may be regarded as 'optimum'??? And who would depend on such skewed 'spiritual equilibria' as 'goodness' in the first place??? Two social groups:<br />
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A group empowered but suffering a fragile sustenance of power, who depends heavily on mediations and countervailing and evasive 'speech acts' to avoid a full onslaught that would seriously undermine the illusion of their necessity...<br />
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And the second group - those who are by nature weak and slothful, who simply <i>don't want to know better</i> - who prefer opiates and cheap alcohol to strength, banquet, war and orgy - who prefer 'humility' (as a kind of reverse snobbery) to Glory. And where there is goodness, greatness, glory - they elect something that undermines its foundations and brings it back to their ash and chaff.<br />
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When two such general groupings prevail - humanity is indeed in a weak state in all senses of the word, spiritually, psychological, physiological [to remain in the current discursive framework of "mind, body, spirit" and all its... Permutations or mere distortions and lack of clarity...]. And where are we today? We do not need Karl Marx or Adolf Hitler to help us understand. They <i>were</i> the seeds in our compost, from which much grows today.<br />
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What of all the great achievements such as science, space technology, engineering, sexual freedom??? I hear you ask. But - this is to get to the point of our original question. These great achievements are for reasons <i>other </i>than what we have mentioned. These achievements are completely besides and opposed to the groupings of weakness and decay - be they evangelical presidents or unwashed self destroying 'activists' [such choice!]. Look at what the average President aims to achieve today - it is something other than any great project such as the Moon landing. And look at what the 'average citizen' seeks to achieve - sustenance at the cost of other great things, and of course - no wars please even if it means ones grandchildren will know of nothing... Good... Not even economic comfort or security.<br />
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And all this - is in the name of humility, morality, sometimes even 'Christianity' or 'Islam' - all of which are lost today. There are few Christians or Muslims remaining (when have we last enjoyed a Renaissance Pope? Or a great Imam or Sheikh?). There are no great sages or liberators, no Caesars or monks. No beings who can be said to be extreme or strong in their own format - be it banquet or Spartan severity.<br />
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And what is the good life? It is not sufficient to say 'temperance', or 'humility', or 'charity'. For seldom is there an answer to the question "for whom, for what. why?" that is sufficient and satisfying. The answers usually are 'for the people' (now a somewhat degenerate mass of soaked ashes) or of course 'the state', the 'public interest', or 'humanity' - an abstraction that usually is employed by certain groups in precarious power positions that deploy this obscurantism to pacify the electorate that seeks sustenance in such 'moral opiates' - in a nutshell - nothingness!<br />
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Let us cut to the chase, and be unafraid. The good life is an active life - and its sincere practice is not a 'stupid honesty' - but its execution without shame. A life that banquets, orgies, goes to war, or commits itself to the most severe austerities and exercises - without shame, without any need to justify itself to any group that depends on weak forces. It is a life of a Caesar, a Borgia, a Spartan or an old Caliph [not an 'Ayatollah' of the 20th Century], it is the Buddhist monk in hard training or a Hindu Sage in deep fasting and sleepless meditation.<br />
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Can we begin now, to talk sense? Can we get back to being human? Without shame that is 'too Christian' or humility that is too Asiatic??? And without a sense of false austerity that is a nothingness, and leads to nothingness, that you might find in a Corrupt Middle Eastern state, or even in the hills of Afghanistan?<br />
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Where in the world is our humanity?<br />
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Perhaps we will begin to find it in places deemed... Immoral? Who among you will have the courage then, to enjoy the extreme pleasures or partake in the harsh austerities of such abodes and fields? Hmm?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411347000661829562noreply@blogger.com0