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It wasn’t always a life of misery, hopelessness, and bitter constant endings withering back to the hopes of, and the dreams of, the newest of beginnings ...

There often were times that I didn’t lie to me, about me, for me, from me, and evermore there were times when I was the happy boy, the laughing boy, the child ...

My sick poisoned soul, my weakened mind full of venom, and words cold, as the light, the darkness, and I cared not for such trivial visions of perceptions ...

The last thing I remembered before the great day pursued me, caught me, enslaved me, to fear, denial, anger, rage, hatred, and it all belonged to you, yours, forever ...

And there were often much more lies for you, about you , with you, fuck you, as to why, I ask of you, and you could care not to answer with truth, more lies ...

Can you interest me, deny me, be at one with me, forget me, insult me, and did the answers you seek ever come, about you, around you, for you, fuck you ...

I am the boy, the man, the child, the angry sinner, the useless father, the one, and you are the one lost in the misery of your own loss, you, yours, about you, because of you ...

I am the one who can be what I am and smile as I see that you are, what you always looked to me to become, the shell, the used up dirt, the useless empty bag, the shit ...

I am the one who can rejoice in the laughter that I exude out of the gratitude, that I am not you, never you, have learned to care less about you everyday ...

I am the one who will forever be the person that knows the one true secret, the facts , the other side of the lies, the insanity, the pointing, the inward rage ...

I am the one who knows what you so fear to hear from my lips, my truth, my dreams, my perseverance, the reason that I go on at all most days ...

I am the one who doesn’t use the anger you taught me so well, and you exude in your very actions, your poison, your venom, when I say I am not now, nor have I ever been you !!!

I got two mothers day cards to put this one on … Geeze ;8o)

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Ah, the joys of Halloween, and how fitting that it would be the 13th volume of Livin' With Evils's to boot ... Karma I tell you! This holiday has everything, a little sweet, a little tricky, a little tease, and the best part … only good memories. I have integrated my children to the best of my ability into the traditions that I hold dear. Getting candy, and showing off the creativity of a good costume, while often assuring that the best pranks are fulfilled, while sticking to the “oldies but goodies” too. The only assurances that I have every year, is that Halloween will be effortless, and NOT emotionally draining. HA, what the f*ck do I know anyway. As I always say … This Too Shall Pass …

My neighborhood is NOT the safest place to walk down the street. The road itself is commonly referred to as “the race track”, so nobody in their right mind goes Trick or Treating, out here. I have pretty much always taken my kids to my old neighborhood to go Trick or Treating, and it works out pretty good, since most of the elderly people already know me, and I have already rejected all of the single mommies out there. The task of being the “cool daddy” usually gets me many tag-a-longs, and I usually have enough eggs and toilet paper for everyone … oops … I mean … um … Minivan … Yeah I have a big enough Minivan for everyone … whew … nice recovery there. This year was wonderful, as it was warm out, and the whole neighborhood looked like a haunted village from house to house. This is NOT the neighborhood I grew up in, it is the neighborhood I lived in with my first wife, in the big Duplex on the corner {the only one that had a nice yard mind you}, and even though SHE still lives there, my former best friend and her usually go out drinking on Halloween night. It has always been safe, as I have had no desire to run into her, and she has never been too thrilled about the idea either. My aunt {yes the dead cat lady} lives a block over from my old duplex, so we just park there, and get the Trick or Treating over with.

First couple of doors you have to remind the kidlets, that they should say thank you, and only go to the doors with the lights on etc etc etc … They seem to forget every year actually, but I am here to remind them after all. This year marked the first year that Big Evil had no desire to go to the doors with the other kids, and she just stayed back with daddy the whole time directing the rest of the gang. I must note though that she is still the MASTER of throwing a toilet paper roll. The way she gently clasps the end as she launches that thing a mile is pure NFL caliber stuff, I’ll tell ya … um … If I actually condoned that stuff of course {evil grin}, but we were in a bit of a rush, so I didn’t have any eggs. I am sure that the folks at Shaw’s saw their profits drop this year, I’ll tell ya. Having Greektradgedius co author last nights blog was rather time consuming. She had sooooooo many things to say about that ghost {they never really got along you see}, but the good news for all of you who care is that she actually was rattling away on the laptop today, because she wants to write about all of the goofy “Gifts” that my family had over the years. This might be a good thing, stay tuned.

The path we take has always been the same. Imtoocutus is at the age now where, she desperately wants to be the director of traffic, so badly in fact that she often runs past houses, just trying to get to the next one. “Let’s go to this house!” was what you heard from my little faction all night, but she was absolutely adorable in her little Ghetto Princess costume. Captain ADHD in his Ninja costume, and while we are at it, please remind me NOT to let my oldest daughter squeeze into last years witch costume, ever again. She did happen to go from a B-Cup to a Double D-Cup in the matter of a year, and she kinda looked like one of those pictures a lot of you put up! Until I found an old black wrap, to throw over her, I didn’t think she was going to get to wear a costume … geeze! Yes I get rather sick of people assuming that I have a 13 year old girlfriend … don’t ask!

Well we’ve done the loop, and we are back down my old street to get to the corner that turns over to my Aunts house, when I hear “Let’s go to this house!” and with that I turn to see Imtoocutus, and Captain ADHD running over to … oh God … my old house. That light has NEVER been on for Halloween, and I could actually feel my heart fall into my shoes, as I saw the meanest woman who ever lived open the door {she’s still a total knockout by the way just to be honest}, and start putting candy in the bags. One for the Ghetto Princess, one for …. I could see it from the street, as she looked into Captain ADHD’s face, and then she stood right up to look strait at me. It was the first time we had looked at each other since the divorce back in 98. You cannot even imagine the terror that I felt at that moment as she had completely recognized me in the face of my son. It felt like minutes before she simply said “They’re beautiful Jeremy,” and shut the door. I saw PAIN in that woman, and I was rather disturbed by it.

The story goes {as I explained it all to Lori later, as I am going off of the information of Greektradgedius again}, that she will never be able to have kids. A rather large ovarian cyst had taken that away from her shortly after our divorce, and I wouldn’t know this, if it hadn’t been a severe pipe dream that I would get back together with her after EX2 left me {in the mind of Greektradgedius ONLY}, so I was rather sad for a moment as she looked into the eyes of the children that the man she once dreamed of having children with. That is about as far as it went, because she doesn’t have me for a damn good reason thank you very much, but I still can have compassion at least. Big Evil actually held my hand back to the Minivan, as she knew exactly what had just happened, although she barely remembers EX1, she definitely knew that her daddy was sad. She gave one last TP bomb before we buckled up the two little ones and went home. She knew that would cheer up her old man better than anything. Nothing like the continuation of twisted family traditions after all. ;8o)

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I was only a year old when my parents bought that big New Englander between the two bigger New Englanders. The house was sold to my parents by the man across the street, and the fact that my parents had a son, was actually a selling point for the old man who sold the house. You see it belonged to his mother, and she would have liked it that way. Seven boys and no girls this woman had in her day, and she spent over 80 years of her life in this house. It was not to be taken lightly you see, because she was NEVER going to let go of her house that easily, and especially not her boys, which she had already assumed my father and I in the role of. From everything that our neighbor had told us, she was a very wonderful old lady with some OCD issues, at best, but loved “almost everyone”, for she was not too taken in by women whom she thought were not good enough for her boys.

For those of you who have followed along in my blogs you will be happy to know that this is the first one that is co-authored by none other than Greektradgedius, as she needs to help me with the things I was too young to remember, and her memories of those instances are shockingly vivid. There were all the times she would sneak up behind her and start coughing, always coughing, as you should hear the tale from this old woman who I know will haunt this house some day {ok she already does actually}, and yet more tales about how I used to talk to her while the dog would stand up on it’s hind legs and beg to her. If my mother were here she would tell you about the coughing, and even share the tales about how she always ended up locked in the closet, or the pantry. It never ended the way my mother flat out said that that woman drove her away.

As the years grew without women in the house it was amusing actually as this old woman seriously was OCD, and I could very easily always invite friends over to watch the show. She absolutely LOVED animal crackers, and if I left them near her favorite window, she would always rustle through them whenever I had friends over {you know to prove I was crazy, and then left to tell everyone I wasn’t}, and it was clockwork. “7:10 pm by the window in my bedroom” {which coincidentally was hers}, was a common Jeremyism growing up, and I note that she always knew when daylight savings was too. As I had been growing older, my relationship with her was quite friendly, even though SHE never met a woman that I brought home that she would ever like. She played the coughing game, and the door locking game with every last one of them. Don’t even get me started about that eventful day around my 18th birthday {ok a lot after it I admit it}, that I lost my virginity. I have a feeling that that poor girl has never liked sex since, and it wasn’t just my poor performance either.

My “Gift” that was given to me by the ghost I grew up with, is that I can “Summon the Dead” {common terminology in old Wallachian, does not mean I call dead people simply means I ALWAYS know when there are ghosts present, and they actually fear me, if they are up to no good}, and it has never failed in all of the years I have lived. Even if I forget that I have it, it always comes back, when there is some sort of presence. The “Gifts” as it is told by all Wallachians {the descendants of the Wallachian Alps of Romania, that my mothers Grandmothers family comes from, and yes her great, great, great, grandfather was a soldier in the army of Vlad Draculis [pronounced … SED - PESH], and she was VERY proud of this}, are always handed to you by someone or something, and it will be with you forever. You will hand it to someone else, along your path, and it will bond you. Although, not as powerful as “Vision”, which is my mothers “Gift” {given to her by her grandmother} or “Fenting” {the ability to wish someone dead, which unfortunately my Grandmother has, given to her by God knows who, as nobody likes to admit they have it , and she has been terrified of it, as it has worked for her 3 times, it is still rather powerful. As it can only be given to you BY the dead, and it has NEVER been known to happen in the Sztephanic family at all, I am special. You can see where I get afraid sometimes when I see Captain ADHD talking to himself as I know that he had talked to her as well, and we all know he is special.

The first time you ever have a ghost walk through you, it is the second most terrifying experience I know, next to my blinding panic attacks. She would often do this on my way down the stairs, and it would take every ounce of strength I could muster to hold myself up by the railing. It would happen at least twice a week for over 20 years to me, and as I am writing this the icy darkness that fills your mind actually is giving me a headache right now. You would feel your feet rattle, and the whole blood system would turn to the most painful icy pain. I never understood why she did it as often as she did, but I think that she wanted to hug me once in a while, and might not have understood the effect that it had on a human boy. In time it didn’t get to be so bad, but I can honestly say I don’t miss it. The other habit she had, which might have grown annoying after a while, was the way she liked to watch you. You ALWAYS felt someone looking at you in the house, and my father would often just lay on the couch watching TV, and ask her if she liked the shows, as he flicked through the channels. The family consisted of My father, myself, and our ghost for 24 years until I moved out to take my first bride. For the record, my first two wives had met the ghost and EX1 at least made an effort to get along with her, as she thought that it was really cool. The ghost in the house “tolerated her” quite well, the second wife of mine actually wanted nothing to do with that house, as the ghost despised her, and often used tricks my mother was thankful never to see. It was the only time my mother liked the ghost actually as she totally despised EX2 as well.

When my father moved away to Florida, was when I rarely saw the ghost anymore. Even though I had moved back in her visits were few and far between. I think it was a sort of nether worldly depression, that finally blew up, when I placed the for sale sign out front of the house myself. The last time I ever encountered her {mind you I have never SEEN her} was when I was taking the last bit of stuff out of the house, and packing it all up to come over to this house that I sit in now. I stood up to lift up a box, and walk it outside, as it was the last box I had, and I felt that icy cold, and the pain in my feet that said she was walking through me for her last hug. The box I was carrying smashed on the floor, and I stood there paralyzed for almost ten minutes. I actually have tears streaming down my face as I am writing this, because after that day she was never felt again by anyone. The people who bought the house were actually delighted to hear about the ghost, and when they called me a couple of years later {two years ago to be exact} they were rather disappointed, that they had never encountered her. Until their son was born, and the dog and their son started acting rather funny. ;8o)

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Well for those of you who Re-Read the last Spooktackular today, you will know that the Beautiful Miss Night Owl picked the movie, all that is left is the song … I think it is pretty important to note that this IS the greatest MOVIE EVER. Regardless of whether it is a scary movie, a gory movie, a funny movie, I have officially seen no other movie more times than this one, and that includes “Better Off Dead” or any of “The Revenge of the Nerds” movies combined {which admit it, you have all seen those movies a million times at least. “The Lost Boys”, was without a doubt the greatest movie of my teenage years, as it combined absolutely EVERYTHING that I cared about into one movie. It was full of very lasting one liners “We got the one that looks like Twisted Sister, in the bathroom!”, the future of acting at the time {Jason Patrick, Keifer Southerland, Jamie Gehrtz, Cory Feldman, Corey Haim, That chick from Law & Order Blondie Whatsername, The dude from the Dodge commercials Older Dorkulusguythere … ok I am doing this all from memory yanno}, the total HOT BABE that I spent many years playing “bad monkey” because of {Jamie Gehrtz}, and to this sick and twisted bastard VAMPIRES. The story was also a very interesting Paradox of growing up and getting old, that some of the “lesser beings” didn’t get. ~evil laughter~

It was Shannon really who helped me decide that this should be a later entry than number 5, I originally thought that the fact that I didn’t like the soundtrack much, meant it wasn’t number 1, but on it’s own merits it will always be. She picked out the song, as it is a really cool song, and I never noticed how great the words actually are. The name of the artist who does this classic of “shocking” music that haunts you as you are watching the movie is “Gerard McMann” … and the Song that is Number 1 … “Cry Little Sister” …

A last fire will rise behind those eyes

Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie

Immortal fear, that voice so clear

Through broken walls, that scream I hear

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall

Come to your brother - Thou shall not die

Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear

Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

Blue masquerade, strangers look on

When will they learn this loneliness?

Temptation heat beats like a drum

Deep in your veins, I will not lie

Little sister - Thou shall not fall

Come to your brother - Thou shall not die

Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear

Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

My Shangri-Las

I can't forget

Why you were mine

I need you now

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall

Come to your brother - Thou shall not die

Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear

Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

Question … As I always value, the input of you guys … Should I decide to do another Top Ten in the future {and it will be a while because I have some poetry I am desperate to get out in this Blog Space for a bit} what do you think would be a great topic??

Thank you all for playing along … this was a LOT of fun … The Real Life Ghost Stories From The Crow is ready for Halloween morning tomorrow, and it is a MUST SEE! ;8o)

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This blog was originally slated for YESTERDAY … so it will look a little out of context, but I had to do the dead cat blog, and by the looks of the 50 something comments it was a good choice, but trust me when I say that this is a good blog that couldn’t be thrown away … enjoy it and I’ll get back to you all this afternoon with the #1 pick in my Spooktackular Countdown …

OH …. MY …. GOD! You see yesterday was one of those days full of those moments, or maybe I should say the “Happy, Joyous and Free” moments that Rachel {the hottie from Florida, not the hottie from Texas, if you are keeping track}, always talks about. I posted my blog yesterday afternoon, which believe it or not I actually liked. I didn’t hate it and post it anyway, like I almost always do, so when I decided that I would just spend some quality time with Sabrina {Imtoocutus}, it was rather easy and unencumbered. You see one of the advantages of actually being a single father is that your daughters absolutely adore you, more than you will ever even comprehend. The greatest thing in the world to a 5 year old girl is being able to spend some time just being “Daddies Little Girl”, and I figured it was a good time to just take her out with me on one of my downtown coffee runs.

Now this is foreign territory for me, as I now have one of the enemy combatants with me in the place I become the mother of all perverts, but it was an interesting aside. It saddened me somewhat that as it was a little above 50 degrees outside, all of the women I have admired all summer for their gorgeous little business skirts have decided to put the legs away for the winter. I note it was hard not to visually shed a tear, but there were still a few that were clinging on to Jeremy tradition, and better yet, they ALL had nylons on now {meeeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwww}, so it wasn’t a total wash. The amusement though came in the form of a little girl, who was putting on a show for every woman who walked by. I often forget that my girls {who are NOT very enamored of their mother}, are the “desperately want daddy with girlfriend” type as apposed to the “desperately doesn’t want daddy with girlfriend” type. So she was INDEED doing whatever she could to attract attention, and like she does whenever there is some woman paying attention to her, plays up the “See how much I love my daddy” angle.

After about the 5th woman who was ready to start making more babies with me at the encouragement of Daddies Little Girl she went for the big guns, and trust me she plays this card very well, as I have said in the past in blog format. The first woman who said the magic word “Mommy” … got it … The comment was something along the lines of “Oh I bet your Mommy is just as pretty as you are,” and with that she was off and running … the eyes welled up a little {and guys … if you knew how much this little girl actually does not like her mother, you would see this act}, and she looks at the woman, and says the usual “I don’t have a mommy” and I am so used to it, I just say “Yes you do, cut it out” in a waning voice. It was strange this time though, as she started trying out new tricks. I mean Big Evil pulls this crap too, but she isn’t really as cute as this one. I started worrying about people thinking I was baiting a hook even. Finally I just said to her “Bina … Lori is daddies girlfriend” and after I said that I realized that I haven’t admitted that to any of my kids yet {it is always best to keep relationships from your kids so that they, don’t get interchanged into the emotional involvement … the ex had a new “live in” boyfriend every two weeks before I got custody of the kids, and I tend to be the polar opposite}, and with that little statement she gave me a really tight hug, and accepted it. The show ended … go figure!

Back in the Minivan … we are going back to the Casa Di Evils’s, and listening to Radio Disney, as we always do, so it is a flurry of happy music. We start with “Sk8ter Boi” … Avril Lavign {take it from a die hard KoRn fan … this girl rocks} and the two of us are just having a grand ol’ time be-boppin around to the radio, when my absolute most happy tune in the whole wide world came on “Who Let The Dogs Out” which always gets the radio turned up and we usually start singing right along to it, but something very strange happened to me, and all I have to say is THANK GOD Sabrina sits directly behind me, because the tears started streaming down my face. I was crying over the emotion that I was actually really happy today. Captain Manic, strikes again. Everything just started flooding over me as my happy tune was fueling my emotional roller coaster over the brink. Happy … Joyous … Free … OH … MY … GOD! The facts being that as I start my 3 day weekend, I am happy enough, but with the wonderful anticipation of Sunday, where I get to take the kids Trick or Treating {and of course a few evil things that might just so happen during it … innocent swear … muahahahahahahahaha}, followed by a visit from my Lori, where not only are we going to get to snuggle, but watch our beloved PATRIOTS play da BILLS! …. Woooohoooooooo … oh yeah … the fact that she is a die hard fan of the same football team as me is the bag of chips on the “All That” … well … It apparently leads me to think my life is pretty damn good right now … go figure!

Today I woke up in a good mood … made a conscious decision to stay that way … got down on my knees, as I do every morning … asked God to keep me that way … God authorized it … I am going to continue to do it then. Despite a few bumps in the road {that involved a dead cat, and a bar-b-q} I did that rather well. I never really fancy my Saturday nights alone, but sometimes ya gotta do what is best for your little evil bastards … {evil grin} … so now I sit back and wait for Hallows Eve to come back to Megalopolis once again. Tomorrow Morning!! Be prepared for real life ghost stories from the past of the Crow .... {muahahahahahahahaa} .... and if nobody told you they love you today … I love you today ;8o)

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Ok … first off it is going to be one of those blogs so get your safety glasses on. I had a pretty cool blog all ready for posting today, and as the story goes “That’s what you get for planning ahead Jeremy”, but the situation at the Casa Di Evils’s, as it appears to be forming right now, needs to be reported on. If you relate to what I am about to tell you, let me just say ahead of time, “I’m sorry” because once I get started I am pretty damn sure I am not going to have an “off” switch to apologize to you later. Here goes nothing …

So my morning here starts a little earlier than I would like it to. I like to get up at about noon, but we are having some rather loud, obnoxious morning here, so I was pretty much startled awake at 11am. No biggie, I had gone to be a few hours early this morning anyway, so I just got up to see which one of the evils’s I should kill and then maybe, I would go and try to get some more sleep. Now like most of you have gone through at least once in your life, I’m sure my Aunt is upstairs in the living room with a dead cat, and my kids are absolutely losing their marbles. Sounds familiar right? … Ok so I would have thought this scene to be pretty fucked up myself if I wasn’t already 35 years into this science experiment that we call “my family”, and why even sugar coat it huh?

“Why the hell do you have a dead fucking cat in my house?’ and yes you could hear the kids stop going mental long enough to gasp, as daddy never uses those words around them. The story went sorta like this. She took her cat to the Veterinarian. After bringing it home it died, because the stress was obviously too much for it {go figure, a mean cat, that bites and scratches everyone constantly, that is fat as a full grown pig, can’t handle stress?}, and she of course figured that after she upset all of my kids with this little gem, she would bury the thing in MY back yard. Why the hell not? It can go next to the {asshole dog that used to bite everyone, and was too fat}, the other asshole dog {that used to bite everyone and was too fat}, and the 4 other cats {that scratched everyone and was too fat{, and I hope you are noticing two trends that need to be broken. First of all, this woman is NOT to be trusted with the care of animals, and second MY FUCKING HOUSE IS BECOMING A PET CEMETARY!

The saddest acclaim that I have to add to this woman is that her fucking kids are just like her fucking pets, except I denote a few differences. Of course they are spoiled rotten and lash out at everyone, because it makes them feel better, but they unlike these “doomed from the second SHE owns them” pets, are both anorexic! It is their weapon to use against their mother … “Do as I say, or I’ll starve myself, and you know I will” … I am not making light of this trust me, as I am inflicted miserably with the “family disease” of vicious anorexia, and bulimia, but it is important to point out, as I am forced to stand here looking at a woman holding a dead cat, and traumatizing my children, that THIS INSANITY is handed down! Some of the family use it to, abuse others, many of them cause it, and then you have the ones like myself that do generally hate ourselves and want to die, and here I am finally understanding WHY! “I would appreciate it if you would take your dead cat outside at the very least, and NOT bring it into my house … thank you,” was about all I could muster, as I shooed her outside, and was now forced to have the “death talk” with the kids.

Now the “death talk” went about as well as the “menstruation talk”, the “yes your penis just gets big sometimes talk”, the “please stop peeing on the floor in your room talk”, and all of the other wonderful talks that I have had to endure, but I have every right in the world to be pissed the fuck off for having to have one of these talks, first thing in the morning because my fucking manic Aunt thinks everyone wants to look at her DEAD CAT! To make it even worse, now that she has inter-fucking-grated all of us into her funeral plans for this dead cat, Greektradgedius Inyiddish, has scheduled a fucking Bar-B-Q, as a sort of funeral for a dead fucking cat that we ALL HATED! Did I mention that I have been volunteered to run this whole gala affair? In the FUCKING SNOW! Oh my Lord, if I ever get as totally fucking loony as this woman please just show up here and kill me, because this is the same woman who jumped all over me for traumatizing Lazius Boycrazius, by saying that if she is lazy, she might end up like her mother? A DEAD FUCKING CAT IN MY LIVINGROOM DOESN’T CREATE TRAUMA??

It is definitely times like this that I thank God I don’t drink. The actual thought of having to deal with this crap, if I were drunk, scares the ever loving shit out of me. Speaking of which, I have to go get the Bar-B-Q going so I can feed a bunch of drunken adults, can mourn {excuse being a DEAD FUCKING CAT, that everyone hated}, and share stories about the good ol’ days. I am hard pressed to think of any good ol’ days I can actually share with any of these people, as the only things involving them I talk about actually are because I am laughing AT THEM, not WITH THEM. I find it rather sad, that it has come to the point where their own over-glorified excuses to drink have to wrap my family {and when I say MY family I mean the 3 kids I need to get way from these other retards}, totally fucked up in the process of said stupidity, but I guess when you are totally sick and pathetic, the only joy left is the recruitment of others. The fact that these women that I am related too, have driven every man except me AWAY from here, falls on deaf ears, and I am lucky that I could care less. The fact that they all point their little boney fingers at me and tell me that I remind them of such and such, or so and so, falls on deaf ears as well. The insanity stops here. I’ll probably just bury them all in the back yard with their fucking pets.

As soon as I get this crap over with, I am going to isolate in my den with a box of pictures, get some more scanning done {my usual Lori-less Saturday ritual} and clean out my 360 and messenger lists {another weekend ritual teeheehee} … something about unnecessary bullshit and drama always makes me yearn to change my playgrounds and playmates … God loves you and so do I, enjoy your Saturday night ;8o)

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Ah yes … this was originally going to be number one until I discussed it one day with my beautiful Astrology Teacher and realized, that a different movie needed to be number one. So here we are at number two. I was about 15 years old , a freshman at a rather nice prep school, when a Halloween eve, a rather attractive and playful miss , invited me to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I knew at that point {as unfortunately I was still yet to lose my virginity}, that I had found something close to Nirvana. I have since been IN the Rocky Horror Show {not the movie the play mind you} about 30 times, playing both Frankenfurter, and at slimmer times Rocky. You can NEVER top a good movie, and Rocky Horror is far more than that, it is a very BAD movie with WONDERUOUS Par-ti-ci--------Pation!

So where does it all lead to you wonder as I am still HOT the second I find out who plays Magenta, and whether or not she’s easy … oops … did I say that out loud, oh well. The funniest thing about Rocky Horror, if you were jaded like me and didn’t see it till mid teens, is that Tim Curry {Frankenfurter} Susan Sarandon {Janet} and of course Meatloaf, became far more successful for other things. When I saw them in this context, it actually felt all that much dirtier {big grins}. The movie “Rocky Horror Picture Show” and the song of course “Sweet Transvestite” … heaven help us all ….

How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman

He's just a little brought down because when you knocked

He thought you were the candyman.

Don't get strung out by the way that I look,

Don't judge a book by its cover

I'm not much of a man by the light of day,

But by night I'm one hell of a lover

I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.

So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound

You look like you're both pretty groovy

Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal

We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie.

I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?

We're both in a bit of a hurry.

We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car

We don't want to be any worry.

So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?

Well babies, don't you panic.

By the light of the night when it all seems alright

I'll get you a satanic mechanic.

I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.

So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?

I could show you my favourite obsession.

I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan

And he's good for relieving my tension

I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.

So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab.

I see you shiver with antici... pation!

But maybe the rain isn't really to blame

So I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom.

Question … So what do you all think will be Number 1 anyway? … Shannon shhhhhh … don’t ruin it ;8o)

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Disclaimer! Please Read!! This blog will contain things that are not exactly suitable for all, and will be a little sexually graphic in nature. Hell, it will also be VERY long, and is a testament to how low my mind can go. If you DO NOT like sexual fantasies, and you especially don’t like ones that might be a little over the top, then crying to Yahell, your friends, me, or your mommy, will not overcome the fact that you are an idiot for reading past here. Thank You … signed The Madman Behind the Big Curtain!

So it begins anew, as I am waiting by the door for you to get home. You, of course don’t know I am waiting for you here, because what good is a surprise if the person knows about it, right? I have been giddy with anticipation ever since your boss called me on the cell phone to tell me that you were on your way home, for I was desperately in need of an accomplice to carry out this mission of “Operation Love You,” and I guess it was easier than I thought. That silly grin you give me when you open the door, is the same one that makes your lips ever so sexy, and it makes times like this, so worth the effort. Your purse simply hit’s the floor along with your jacket as I walk you, hand in mine to the bathroom, where I had already drawn you a nice hot bath, complete with the sweetest smelling bath oils, I could get my greedy little hands on. The way your eyes softly roll up when you smell the intoxicating scent in the air, is yet another added bonus, I had yet to realize. I am just as dreamy as you are actually, as I start to undress you. Not just stripping your clothes off, because that would spoil the mood, but actually taking the time to undress you properly.

I start with the blouse, of course, as I need to run my lips softly along the name of your neck, while standing behind you. Reaching around to unbutton, gives my arms ample amounts of you to caress. As I slide the blouse off, I find need to run my tongue down each arm, as I pull it out of the sleeve. Upon removing the blouse completely, I am left to kneel down, which allows my lips to butterfly kiss, down your back, and then unzip the back of your skirt until your skirt hit’s the floor. Your purring is starting to really stimulate me, and I have yet to even get started yet. Your panties are pulled down slowly, so as to give me a few licks in the small of your back, and my hands can glide down your legs with your slowly lowering panties. You willingly turn around, as I hardly even have to nudge you, the anticipation starts you cooing in a way that is making ME extremely excited, before my tongue starts gently caressing you, where you so love it to be. As always you taste more beautiful that you ever have looked, and as always you look radiant, especially when you are starting to glow from ecstasy. I understand how this game works though, so as I start to feel you having trouble standing, I run my tongue all the way up your belly, until I am standing in front of you, and your arms clutch me, for the deepest kiss I have ever experienced.

I assist you into your very warm bath, and as you snuggle your way back into the tub, a small moan of contentment leaves those beautiful lips, and my heart fills with the gratitude of pleasing you. With that I lean over to start kissing your neck gently, while my hands massage your tired shoulders. My lips start low, and walk up, while your ears make such wonderfully inviting appetizers for my teeth to nibble at. My hands are guided around your body by the moans that you exude, and I so desperately start yearning, but continue along my day of you. The soft scrubby that I have started bringing around the front of your body, is also causing the type of excited shivers, that even a warm bath cannot cover up. My whole body scotches around to taste your lips, and allow our tongues to play their own games. You are giving me everything I desire, the moaning, the fell of your skin, the sweet smell of your wet hair, the shortened breathing between kisses, I am just the luckiest man in the world, just sitting here beside the tub, with the woman I desire being pampered. You on the other hand, obviously want more, and it is your day after all, so who am I to resist.

I stand up to grab the soft towel, that I had taken out of the dryer minutes before you had arrived home as well. The smell of it, fresh and clean, should be the perfect compliment to the oil, and the beautiful woman who has now grabbed onto ME. Your hands are fumbling around my trousers, and I look oddly at you, but don’t dare stop you all the same. You are still sitting in your bathwater, and my pants have been unbuckled and dropped around my ankles. My erection, which has been there for at least the entire hour you have been in this bath tub, points strait at you, and you devour it, in one motion. No warm up, I have been totally swallowed, and my bodies initial shock, of such pure delight almost forces me to explode instantly. I am rather amazed that I am still standing at all, but the shower curtain rod, saves me from falling flat. I have never had a woman engorge on me so ferociously, and I clutch my eyes closed as tight as I possibly can to hold back what my body so desperately wants to do, because what my brain so desperately wants to do, is save that for when I am making love to you.

Seconds before I am NOT going to be able to hold on anymore, like you are reading my body’s very impulses you stop, and start to stand up. I am sorry that I can’t help, but my hands are still clutched to keep, me up, and would be no use to you anyway, as my body is so weak from such near orgasmic bliss. It is when you wrap your entire wet body around me and start kissing me even more passionately than before that I am finally able to let go, with my hands anyway, and it is now you who are guiding me. You are guiding me to the floor actually, where I lay down, and before I even know what is going on, you are straddling me with your body dripping seductively all over the clothes I still have on. As I feel you sliding down on me, your lips part so softly, so gently, so warmly around me, and you let out the longest gasp of excitement I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. The way you just start rocking your hips back and forth is causing the greatest pleasure ever, and until now, I thought 10 minutes ago was the greatest pleasure ever. Your moans, turn to outright screaming almost instantly, as I sense that your own excitement over tasting me, must have had the same effect that tasting you always brought to me. Your orgasm is going to appear very hard, very fast, and very now, which I thank God for, because I think, I have actually been experiencing my orgasm for the last 20 minutes anyway. All that is left is the release, which is bearing down on me the second you let out the shriek of ultimate excitement. My mind is playing that scream, shriek, yell, gasp, moan, whatever it is a thousand times, as I completely lose myself inside of you, and the panting that starts taking over for the screaming.

As you fall upon me rather hard, my arms just wrap around you, and start attempting to pull you through me. I am desperate to love you, as much as you are loving me at the moment, and all I can do is hold you so tight. Our bodies are breathing heavily against each other, and I am just imagining that I could fall asleep, still inside of you, when you whisper the words I always long to hear … “I love You Jeremy” ;8o)

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Now, I have a little test for all of you, and I want you to understand that there is no pass/fail in this, but I really want to prove a point about something, and I seriously value all of your input. Now look at the picture above, and just take a moment to get an impression of it in your mind. Once you have formed your opinion, you may continue on …

That picture of me was on my “other” 360 page so that one of my favorites people in the world can have my updates, while the Yahell Gods have chosen to NOT allow us to be linked correctly here. I received 6 comments from some of her friends, which ranged from “Very cute picture”, to “You look so happy”, and a few things that I will not talk about here, as it is NOT one of those blogs {although there will be one of those blogs tonight … I’m feeling rather playful}, and the truth of the matter is, that THIS is my favoritest picture of me ever. I looked kinda like a Brad Pitt/Kurt Russell mix, with a little bit of bad boy, and tender soul combined. I will say though, that at the time this picture was taken, the portrait was a complete fraud to what you are thinking.

The picture DOES NOT show the reality of the times, and although I had that taken almost 4 years ago exactly, those that have read all of my blogs, already know where this is going. I still look almost identical to that picture {with the exception of a few years on me of course}, and my waist is still a trim 30 inches, shoulders 42 inches … I probably could indeed retake that picture as I still have that shirt, I just can’t hold the kids like I did then, because they refuse to stop growing, and I have a bad back. So what has changed in that picture, you may ask? First off the man inside that picture, was about 2 weeks away from his last suicide attempt. Didn’t see that one did you? Secondly the little girl on the left, was almost completely deaf, at that time. Thirdly the little boy on the right arm was about 4 months away from burning down an entire apartment complex, killing several small animals, and sending a few people to the hospital. Lastly, I must add, that was one of the top ten worst days of my life. So I assume that you all saw at least most of that right? Please don’t allow the truth of the circumstances to change your view of that picture, because as I said, that IS my favoritest picture of me after all.

The truth behind what happened before that picture was taken at my oldest daughters band concert, and last day of school which I just had sprung on me {the farewell to my daughter, from the teacher earlier in the show let the cat out of the bag a little early you see}, from my wonderful Ex Wife, and she intended to move away with the kids. Very far away, and that her new boyfriend, of about 2 weeks {the crack dealer, if my memory serves me right} had a job out there. Due to her incredible ability to commit the greatest acts of evil, she had picked this opportunity to spring it on me, as there was not a thing I could do about it as it was too late to get a court order, and I had ALWAYS done whatever I could to not flip my lid in front of the kids. I just dealt with this little trauma as best I could for the sake of the kids, which she to this day has NEVER done. The next day, with her in a different state {a communist one at that … Maine … ack}, I had discovered that I could do absolutely NOTHING, to get my kids back closer, and more over she had already applied for welfare, and all of the other goodies that made her invulnerable to anything. As most of you know … I was already insane, and now my poisoned mind was just willing to wither away, and I prayed for death. I imagine you all saw that too right? Enough of all of that, if you read through my stuff already, you know that in the end it all worked out, and if you didn’t you know that 4 months later I had custody of my kids, and my suicide attempt, once again failed.

So you are probably wondering, where I am going with all of this, and here is the kicker. I just received a few e-mails, 360 messages, a couple of IM’s about that whole Aubrey Geary {not her real name anyway, as she told me personally} lunacy. The new rumor is that the Feds are involved, and fortunately the people I actually talk to a lot, are just as intelligent as I am and know that that is just crap, and should just be done with. If the Feds were patrolling Yahell looking for someone who might have possibly been several 360 ID’s, then I never want to hear about how Iraq is a waste of money again, because we obviously as a country waste money … period. It all started with her pictures. I have told her, I am telling you … I think they are not her … I don’t freaking care. If it is a picture that you judge someone on to begin with {and don’t give me this crap about them being a phony either, denial is not a river in Egypt ok?}, then you are just a piece of shit. That picture up there of Jeremy, at the time it was taken, swore that he was a bad father, who was fat, ugly, unworthy, stupid, useless, un-loved, un-wanted, and should be dead. That pictured lied to you too, and it is not MY fault, that you didn’t know the person inside of it. He’s been screaming the entire time.

I love poking through everyone’s innards on this here 360 experiment. It amazes me that I find every single person I meet to be beautiful, until they prove me wrong, usually by opening their mouths. The pictures they display, or the things that I might find peculiar usually only make them more interesting. I also see something else that most people don’t see online, and I have argued it many times, and will continue to do so {since I always “call’s them as I see’s them”}, and that is the fact that EVERYONE ends up on the other end of a computer, on the internet because they have issues. Some are good Some are bad. Some are normal. Some are weird. In the end, I hope that we all find some solace in what we are trying to accomplish online, because we need to stop placing labels on people, especially the ones who might just hate themselves enough, that they need to hide behind a fake smile. Trust me I know. ;8o)

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So here’s where I stand on this blog entry … The movie “I know What You Did Last Summer” is NOT that great, but it is good enough to let the greatest band EVAH!!!!! {Nooooo Hampshah speak for whickid, and ain’t never gonna be anything better!} to elevate this movie into the top 3. For those of you who don’t know anything about the movie it is yet another one of those Steven King stories put to film, so I say to you … READ IT … the movie will never do it the proper justice!

Now on to the important stuff, as it is very rare to find the band KoRn on a soundtrack, and as far as I am concerned, KoRn being the only band on earth that truly masters the musical chaos that is my mind … let THEM speak for me now … KoRn … Proud … Nuff Said! …

Must you keep looking at me

before you looked the other way.

Must you keep glaring at me

I know you look inside, and see what you made.

You took no pride in me

but now I'm your everything

it's finding out ya own (owe?) me

not all of your gloating.

Must you keep looking at me.

Now you see what I am.

Trust, I knew what it was.

I don't forget things, thinking I'm nothing.

You took no pride in me

but now I'm your everything

it's finding out ya own (owe?) me

not all of your gloating.

Pride of me

No Pride

Why [x7]

Must you keep looking at me

Before you looked the other way

Trust, I knew what it was

I don't forget things, look what you've made.

You took no pride in me

but now I'm your everything

it's finding out ya own (owe?) me

not all of your gloating.

Question for the countdown … Eggs? Toilet Paper? … What is the BEST Halloween prank you have ever personally witness?

Be honest now, and I will share a DOOZIE with you all later … If you missed the blog BEFORE this one … please go back and read it, I am not usually one to heap fake praise, but I really was proud of myself after writing that one … later Tonight kids … More Tales of Tease … I am feeling rather playful today … later ;8o)

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It was NOT to be a good day, for our favorite super hero, as it is the greatest of all challenges to keep Captain ADHD in line at all times. It’s kinda like if you were, that Native American Super Hero guy, who’s super power was saying some Cherokee word and he got like 70 feet tall {yeah, don’t blink, he managed to make it to one Politically Correct episode of “Super Friends“ back in the hopelessly Carter 70‘s. I remember an Asian guy, who turned to wind with a Chinese word too … eek}, taking on the Flash. His never-ending power of screaming around like a bumble bee on crack, is astonishing, and being a lot bigger than him does NOT help. The tales continue as Superdaddyman was called away on important business, which interfered with his precious blogging time yesterday, and ended up kinda like one of those Geneva Summits, at the same time. Let me take you to it as the events unfolded shall I.

The Superdaddyman Mobile {cleverly disguised as a Kia Sedona} pulled up to the front of the Elementary school, where coincidentally the fiendishly evil Captain ADHD spends most of his days, conducting his diabolical experiments on human sanity. The school is just about to let out which means that hoards of Superdaddyman groupies were crowding the entryway, to where the summit was to take place. Realistically speaking, it is NOT easy being THE ONLY man in all of Megalopolis, who has wild hair, muscles, tattoos, 3 kids, no wife, and just about everything else it takes to get a frustrated housewives {who by this time in their life coincidentally has NO actual aspirations of being in love with their own husband anymore}, to make total asses of themselves. Throw in the fact that this person is the very embodiment of what they would love to have their rich, cheating, uncaring, unfeeling, never there, works too much, never loved me anyways, husband to actually catch them screwing in the kitchen. {yes I am a boy after all so those visuals have given me a Superdaddyman sized chubby at times} This alone makes it very difficult for Superdaddyman to get to the location of the meet, because blushing, giggling, obnoxious, small talk is forced upon him every 2 feet. I have the feeling that these things are always scheduled for THIS time of the day so that they can film this from some secret camera location, but what do I know, I can’t keep control of a 7 year old Super Villain.

Inside, Superdaddyman makes his way to the office to sign in {this is where they keep the viciously HOT secretary, who loves to show off her panties just under the bottom of her questionably short skirts, and YES it is the ONLY benefit of these little trips! It’s kinda like those rare occasions I have money and can make a trip to the bank to check out THOSE business skirts … oops … losing train of thought again}, and then proceeds to the room, where the fate of Captain ADHD will be discussed. The stage is set now with the “Faction” of youth destruction artists laying wait, as we attempt to change Captain ADHD into Captain SpEd. His Psychiatrist, his Therapist, his Guidance Councilor, and his Teacher are all sitting patiently, waiting for Superdaddyman. The usual chair at the end of the table for the perfect affect, of being judged, is empty as usual. The Guidance Councilor, of course takes the ball first as he explains the situation that is being placed upon the school, and how it is going to be important for Captain ADHD to be placed in an environment that “less” disrupts the classroom, as a whole. He finished the long explanation {which even the keen abilities of Superdaddyman to ramble on were tested, and in a way vindicated. Coupled with the barely 4 hours sleep he had, it was hard to stay awake}, with a question “What would you like?” which was unfortunately HIS first mistake, as Superdaddyman CAN NOT avoid ANY opportunity to commit a heinous act of “Random” on whomever he can. The answer went like this “I would like a Purple Ferrari, one of those big houses at the beach, and Tawny Kitaen, dressed like she was in the first Whitesnake video”, which created a noticeable “gasp” from Captain ADHD’s teacher. I could see the Psychiatrist furiously start writing in his note book. I personally think it is a stupid question, that is made to simply get ME to do all the “self discovery work” and that is what Superdaddyman has this blog for damnit! Can’t THEY READ … sheesh.

Superdaddyman now has to sit through a rather long, overly emotional, description of a typical day in the life of Captain ADHD’s teacher. Don’t get me wrong, I feel for this woman, having to put up with Captain ADHD, and not being able to threaten him with a good spanking {which for some strange reason, usually gets him to behave, go figure?}, but at the same time, I note that she NEVER actually takes Superdaddyman’s suggestions anyway, so often I tend to start nodding off a bit during this part. “What I do when he gets totally out of control, is I take a picture of him with my digital camera. He then gets so humiliated that he totally blows a fuse, but after about 5 more minutes of screaming mindless temper tantrum, he ALWAYS straitens up and flies right. It’s like MY version of Adderol burning out his little brain,” and the teacher, of course, explains how they can’t use shame {yep Oprah has now f*cked up the schools too}, and the Psychiatrist is furiously writing again {It is not lost in the mind of this crime fighter that HE ONLY takes notes when I talk, and I am starting to get nervous, and pissy}, while the Guidance Councilor is trying to gain control of the argument portion of the peace talks. The person to remain totally silent through the whole affair is his Therapist, and I bet it is because he doesn’t want to have a bunch of notes written about HIM in the Psychiatrists book as well. He’s good.

Upon finishing the next great “peace summit”, the answers were, Captain ADHD will be placed in Special Education {look I really do drive da Yiddle Bus now!}, which will actually allow them to alter his class schedule {at the request of his Therapist}, and place him in HARDER classes. It appears that he has impulse control, perhaps based on the fact that he is very smart, and outspoken {I haven’t a clue where he gets that from}, and I get the distinct feeling that his teacher was VERY relieved to deal with him less, from now on {hey I wasn’t the one who let him teach a class one day lady, and from what I have heard, all the kids are STILL using base 10 math … teeheehee}, and all is right with the world for now. I am sure that there will be another one of these next month, and until then, Superdaddyman waits with baited breath. Of course he also can’t wait until Captain ADHD’s Psychiatrist gets him alone to discuss HIS issues either, but as for now, I have a paycheck, and some left over cash from last week, so I am off to the bank {evil grin} to do some attention deficit of my own ;8o)

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So now we get to the only series of movies that gets TWO appearances. Freddy Krueger, is the ULTIMATE, horror movie character. The “Nightmare on Elm Street” concept, not only survived all of the sequels, it was worthy of having almost all of them. The character himself, was without a doubt the most endearing of them all, as he was able to have a fan base that looked at him like the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Tunes, of the 90’s. In reality “Nightmare on Elm Street 3 …Dream Warriors” was my personal favorite, but most people tell me I am an idiot anyway. The concept that was put into play in this movie was that a cast of kids with “dream manipulation abilities” beyond normal human beings could bring Freddy down, in my opinion was PURE GENIUS, and the fact that they whooped his ass, made the movie shocking. He did get even with them in the 4th movie, but hey, what did you expect, he’s Freddy Krueger after all.

The band who did the title track to “Dream Warriors” was known as “Dokken” who up until this hit busted out through the “Nightmare on Elm Street” moniker, was a very niche’ market band that appealed to aficionados of metal. People like myself, knew about them, because they ALL were the most gifted musicians of the hair band days. Don Dokken was a perfectionist, with his vocals. George Lynch, was probably the greatest guitarist {couldn’t sing to save his life though}, and Jeff Pilson was without a doubt a bassist who rivaled Billy Sheehan and all the “Greats” of that time. The drummer “What’s his Name” wasn’t bad either. The fame that this song brought Dokken led to two great albums afterwards, and their Super Stardom inevitably killed them, as their actual hatred of each other broke up the band, and they never could make it without each other. Thier Last Song … “Walk Away” summed the entire disaster that had become of Dokken … but this song started it … “Dream Warriors” …

I lie awake and dread the lonely nights

I'm not alone

I wonder if these heavy eyes

Can face the unknown

When I close my eyes I realize

You'll come my way

I'm standing in the night alone

Forever together

With the dream warriors

Don't wanna dream no more

With the dream warriors

And maybe tonight

Maybe tonight you'll be gone

I feel the touch comin' over me

I can't explain

I hear the voices callin' out

Callin' my name

It's the same desire to feel the fire

That's comin' your way

I'm standing in the night alone

Forever together

With the dream warriors

Don't wanna dream no more

With the dream warriors

And maybe tonight

Maybe tonight you'll be gone

Question … What is your ABSOLUTE FAVORITEST CANDY to get on Halloween? … Now I realize that you all don’t actually Trick or Treat anymore, but if you are like me, then you make the kids dump out all of their candy and take your “Daddy Tax” … right?

For those of you poor souls in countries that are Halloween deprived … just tell us your favorite candy, or “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” episode {My usual backup question … lol} ;8o)

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Ok, as I usually like to do, I warn you all that this is going to be on of those blogs, so those of you with the virgin ears, either be gone or be deflowered. I have decided after two of the most annoying things in the Blogosphere have crept beyond my acceptance level, that I am going to fire another shot across Yahell’s bow, in my attempt to get one of those “We don’t like you, and we are gonna erase your shit!” letters. I figured since I am not one to posting the seriously naughty pictures, and all of my sexual fantasies and over gratuitous use of the F-Word isn’t going to do it, better just go in for the kill. Let the “Cerebral Assassination” begin.

First off to everyone who is posting all of those chain letters in the 360 messages … CUT THE FUCKIN’ SHIT! … I mean we have been down this road a million fucking times now kids! It was an old trick that has been around since the days of the IRC flood. Some pimply faced little dork, read on 2600.com or some other equally as old and dated, hacker site {actually scratch that, the new dogs are fodder for the old tricks obviously}, that if you flood any sort of system with erroneously STUPID messages, that you can take it down. I am still kinda dizzy from all the whining over the 360 messages system, being all fucked up a few weeks ago. If you agree to send all of those crap messages to all of your “friends” then you are taking up a TON of system resources that can better be spent BY ME sending promiscuous sexual messages to the women on Yahell, and that pisses me off. We have all sat there, trying to use our computers that are running WHICKED slow, and are just scared to death, that a virus, or some spyware, is completely eating away at our hard drives. The terror! The confusion!! The PANDEMONIUM!!! The Facts … if you close Yahoo Messenger, it all speeds up really quick … hmmmm … Could it be a bunch of bozo’s sending out letters from the President of Yahoo? … Noooooooo … In fact, the “Crash Yahell and all of the PC’s connected to it” scam is OLD, and worse than that effective, as it still happens every day. The fact that we are all led into being willing accomplices in it is just sad … please stop the insanity. I still find it in myself to blame Yahell for having the wonderful foresight to have a “Reply To All” button on the 360 message system, to assist in the lunacy. Smart fucking move Yahoo! … enough said!

Next, and VERY IMPORTANT, I am getting SICK of going to a page, because the picture link of whomever on someone else’s 360 page gives me a chubby, to see a blog about how Yahell erased their blogs. I don’t blame the hotties I was checking out for that, I am furious at Yahoo! It is a big fucking tease, because the shit that was erased had to be PRETTY FUCKING GOOD, and now I DON’T get to see it. That is total bullshit, and I want that whole “lay and wait” crap to cease and desist immediately. I mean let’s get serious about something here> I love to read as many blogs as I possibly can. I like the funny ones. I like the serious ones. I like the educational ones. I like the overly emotional ones. The fact of the mater is, once I found out there were totally hot and horny ones out there that made me practically have to play with myself while I read them, THEN AND ONLY THEN, was I TOTALLY HOOKED, on 360. I still read it ALL, but it is the complete intoxication of having ALL of my emotions, ignited that keeps me here. I really could give two shits about banana bread recipes, and the latest crochet tips. Fact of the matter is this {and shhhhhhhh it’s a secret}, in between some of the really sinful pleasures I have found in the form of blogs, I have found some of the most beautiful human beings ON EARTH! Titillation ALWAYS gets my attention … human emotion, and intelligence keeps my attention afterwards. Fact is that BDSM group I used to belong to had THE MOST wonderful people I know. Who’d a Thunked it huh? Fact is I am lucky to know those people and it was the stuff that ain’t allowed that got me to pay attention to who they are and give a shit afterwards {even the ones who hate me now} … enough said!

Last and probably most important … a very serious rant about the whole “Operation Get Jeremy” contingent that obviously works at Yahell {Probably that fat fucking loudmouth Michael Moore … piece of shit is stalking me I tell ya} … without mentioning names that whole thing that is going on that not only made it so that I am now married to My Favorite Aussie {you know how that works … I can’t get rid of her and to her I am invisible to her … serious painful memories, I tell ya}, and even worse makes it so that I cannot write some scorching dirty ass testimonial about her! Now this is really starting to get to me, and should I point out the “Sever Side“ error to Yahell, you know what will happen? Yeah, she‘ll probably end up with a “We Fucking Hate You But Own You“ letter from Yahell Inc. and I will lose more of the trashy shit that feeds MY creativity. The good news of course {and many of you with 250 friends listen up HINT HINT}, is that I figured out a great workaround for that whole dilemma! I simply made a 360 clone of myself {evil laughter ripping throughout all of Yahell!!! … Organ Music IGNITES … THUNDER BOOOOOOOOOMS … screeching … howling … MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!}, and then linked it so that all of my blogs are it’s feeds …. teeheehee … but, we’ll just chalk that up to another miscellaneous Yahell, oversight and fuck up, shall we? … When they discover this blog it BETTER BE BANNED DAMNIT! I will then proceed to post it on my other Blog Site {again with the fiendish laughter} and let Yahell kiss my ass! All ego aside, those fuckers probably use the trail of comments in my blog as statistical data, or appreciate the 1000 plus hits I get too much to even think about that shit here, but they can prove me wrong at any time.

Well until then I still have this monstrous pile of porn to edit {best to take out all of the talking parts, and all the bullshit sections where they show the close-ups of the mans face … like I fucking care if you love it, just supply the dick, and Gimme close ups of the honey after all … sheesh}, and hopefully all of you will forgive me for my little glimpse into the mind of a serious sicko … toodles ;8o)

p.s. Don’t even get me started on all of that Bree/Brooke/Cher/Breanna/Jade/Whoeverthefuckelse versus Jeff V/Imortalsoule bullshit! … I am fearlessly back in pursuit of Reality.Sys … Well assuming that I have time with the 10 minute waits to post my fucking blog comments … thank you :D

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Ok, I have made it pretty apparent in many of my writings over the past few months, that I definitely have a blood fetish. I realize some of my better blood fetish writings have not been here in the open {giggling}, but they will be pretty soon if Yahell doesn’t hurry up and send me that warning letter I have been begging for! … oops … soapbox away … The movie “Queen of the Damned” you can say what you want to about it, but the soundtrack had such great artists as “Disturbed”, “Linkin Park”, “Maralyn Manson”, and the band who brings you this classic “Orgy” {which really is the f*cking balls as far as crossing over the gay 80’s creamy weirdo techno pop like Duran Duran and Depeche Mode with the clashing tunes of the new age Metal like Korn and Disturbed}

The movie itself was rather shlocky, but Anne Rice really tugged at my need for whorish looking Vampires, heavy music and the twist of Lestat becoming a huge Rock Star. In all reality it WAS NOT as great as Interview With The Vampire {To which Tom Cruise, didn’t make me want to Vomit up a Kidney for a change}, but it stands out in this countdown because of the music, which is actually what this is all about, while still giving it brownie points for it‘s predecessors … the song is … Slept So Long

Walking, waiting

Alone without a care

Hoping and hating

Things that I can't bear

Did you think it's cool to walk right up to take my life and fuck it up, well did you?

Well did you?

I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise (surprise)

Touching you makes me feel alive

Touching you make me die inside

Walking, waiting

Alone without a care

Hoping and hating

Things that I can't bear

Did you think it's cool to walk right up to take my life and fuck it up, well did you?

I hate you

I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise (surprise)

Touching you makes me feel alive (hell in your eyes)

Touching you make me die inside

I've slept so long without you

It's tearing me apart too

How did it get so far?

Playing games with this old heart

I've killed a million petty souls

But I couldn't kill you

I've slept so long without you

(touching you makes me die inside)

I see hell in your eyes

Taken in by surprise

Touching you makes me feel alive

Touching you make me die inside

(I see hell in your eyes)

Question … What do you find to be the most fascinating of all mystical creatures, you have ever known, and why? … I already told you mine, in the form of Vampires, but it would be a toss up with Dragons ;8o)