This journal was recovered from the corpse of one Alfred Thompson, a renowned botanist. His body was found in a state of extensive decay, cause of death unknown. Several plants matching the description of those in journal were found at his residence, and have been sent to the CDC under suspicion of containing lethal biological agents.
March 16: I have recently recieved a package from an unknown source. The only things inside were a packet of seeds, and a small scrap of paper with the words, "Devil Plant" written on. The reverse side says, "You'll enjoy this." It's odd, I almost feel compelled to grow these, even though they appear to be your regular, everyday seeds.
March 18: It's strange, the seeds show absolutely no signs of development when I grow them with what implements I have here, I think I might have to steal some supplies from the university to ensure their correct growth. It seems that their "pull" becomes stronger and stronger by the day.
March 25: Success! The first signs of sprouting are beginning to occur. The prototype growing agent and UV light I took must be paying off.
April 2: The seeds have stopped growing, but I growing more and more fond of plant as days go by. It's going to be beautiful fully grown, and what medical uses it might have! The very thought makes me positively giddy!
April 5: I can hear them now. They cry out to me. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. All the nutrients I can give them aren't enough. They want more. I want my children to grow so much. But what can I give them?
April 6: In desperation from their screams I sliced my palm open. The blood dripped onto them and the pleading stopped. "Father," they whisper, "We want more, but you cannot give us it alone." They are growing now.
April 8: I know what I must do. I am scared.
April 10: I found the perfect candidate, Carol, one of the girls who goes to my classes at the University. Such a pretty girl, bright too. She will please my children.
April 11: She was easy to get home after the chloroform. They protest though, she must be aware during the sacrifice for them to feed. A few hours later and the drugs wore off. She was crying and so was I. I didn't want to do this, but it is all for the greater good. That of my children. I am giving away my whole world for them. A quick slice with the knife at the femoral artery and the blood spilled everywhere, bathing my precious children. They sighed in pleasure as the crimson engulfed them and it gave me such pride to know that I was helping them. They even asked for the body not just the blood! I knew I made such a good choice with her.
April 15: They are perfect now. Fully grown, their magnificent emerald stalks and star shaped leaves shooting out from the corpse of the whore like a forest of perfection. They are proud of me. No longer are their whispers of hunger and suffering, now they are of beauty and brilliance, and how they long to share their perfection with the world. They say humanity is corrupt, cannot be trusted, how they can bring peace and satisfaction to this world half empty. They want to spread.
April 16: I have groomed them of their seeds. In unmarked boxes I have shipped their brilliance to every botanical institution I can think of. Their glory shall embrace the world. Their divine star leaves and shoots shall blanket every corner of the world thicker than bamboo. They will feast upon the lower species and uplift this world from it's sin and wickedness. And I shall have a place among them they say. A place in the new verdegris heaven that will soon take the world.
April 17: I scatter their holy progeny to the winds, root them in the city gardens. I can hear them wherever I go now, their praise is warmer and more satisfying than anything I have ever experienced. Every syllable an orgasm. Will this be what perfection alongside them will be like?
April 18: I fed a piece of homeless trash to them this morning. I am ashamed, I wish I could do better for them. They are so understanding, they say they do not need any more sustenance, but they appreciated it greatly. They love me. They think I am the greatest father. For once in my life, I am in bliss.
April 19: They tell me to rest, they can feel more of themselves sprouting across the globe, that soon a new order will be upon this planet.
April 20: They have but one last task of me. In order for me to join their absolute perfection I must smoke them. They say my body will die, but my soul shall live on inside of them, part of something vast and greater than my mind can imagine. Heaven is close, I can feel it. I tear off their star leaves, and slowly roll it them into a cylinder, no paper made of pretender plant can be allowed near my children. Using a match I light the leaves, at first there was nothing, but as I lay writing this, I can feel it. They are inside me and I am inside them. It is so beautiful, but even as my body lays dying, I know new life shall sprout from it. They are showing me such fascinating things. They show me the police bursting into my home, they know about the meal I fed them they say. But none of that matters any more. Perfection is here and I am part of it.
At 8/22/10 01:11 PM, speeling wrote: If not from someone else's story (the [i] makes me think it is), post it here.
That [i} was because I originally wrote the story on another site, which used [i] for italics, and I wanted to finish it here, so I copied it, but neglected to make it italics here properly.
[i]This journal was recovered from the corpse of one Alfred Thompson, a renowned botanist. His body was found in a state of extensive decay, cause of death unknown. Several plants matching the description of those in journal were found at his residence, and have been sent to the CDC under suspicion of containing lethal biological agents.[/i]
March 16: I have recently recieved a package from an unknown source. The only things inside were a packet of seeds, and a small scrap of paper with the words, "Devil Plant" written on. The reverse side says, "You'll enjoy this." It's odd, I almost feel compelled to grow these, even though they appear to be your regular, everyday seeds.
March 18: It's strange, the seeds show absolutely no signs of development when I grow them with what implements I have here, I think I might have to steal some supplies from the university to ensure their correct growth. It seems that their "pull" becomes stronger and stronger by the day.
March 25: Success! The first signs of sprouting are beginning to occur. The prototype growing agent and UV light I took must be paying off.
April 2: The seeds have stopped growing, but I growing more and more fond of plant as days go by. It's going to be beautiful fully grown, and what medical uses it might have! The very thought makes me positively giddy!
April 5: I can hear them now. They cry out to me. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. All the nutrients I can give them aren't enough. They want more. I want my children to grow so much. But what can I give them?
April 6: In desperation from their screams I sliced my palm open. The blood dripped onto them and the pleading stopped. "Father," they whisper, "We want more, but you cannot give us it alone." They are growing now.
April 8: I know what I must do. I am scared.
April 10: I found the perfect candidate, Carol, one of the girls who goes to my classes at the University. Such a pretty girl, bright too. She will please my children.
April 11: She was easy to get home after the chloroform. They protest though, she must be aware during the sacrifice for them to feed. A few hours later and the drugs wore off. She was crying and so was I. I didn't want to do this, but it is all for the greater good. That of my children. I am giving away my whole world for them. A quick slice with the knife at the femoral artery and the blood spilled everywhere, bathing my precious children. They sighed in pleasure as the crimson engulfed them and it gave me such pride to know that I was helping them. They even asked for the body not just the blood! I knew I made such a good choice with her.
April 15: They are perfect now. Fully grown, their magnificent emerald stalks and star shaped leaves shooting out from the corpse of the whore like a forest of perfection. They are proud of me. No longer are their whispers of hunger and suffering, now they are of beauty and brilliance, and how they long to share their perfection with the world. They say humanity is corrupt, cannot be trusted, how they can bring peace and satisfaction to this world half empty. They want to spread.
April 16: I have groomed them of their seeds. In unmarked boxes I have shipped their brilliance to every botanical institution I can think of. Their glory shall embrace the world. Their divine star leaves and shoots shall blanket every corner of the world thicker than bamboo. They will feast upon the lower species and uplift this world from it's sin and wickedness. And I shall have a place among them they say. A place in the new verdegris heaven that will soon take the world.
April 17: I scatter their holy progeny to the winds, root them in the city gardens. I can hear them wherever I go now, their praise is warmer and more satisfying than anything I have ever experienced. Every syllable an orgasm. Will this be what perfection alongside them will be like?
April 18: I fed a piece of homeless trash to them this morning. I am ashamed, I wish I could do better for them. They are so understanding, they say they do not need any more sustenance, but they appreciated it greatly. They love me. They think I am the greatest father. For once in my life, I am in bliss.
April 19: They tell me to rest, they can feel more of themselves sprouting across the globe, that soon a new order will be upon this planet.
April 20: They have but one last task of me. In order for me to join their absolute perfection I must smoke them. They say my body will die, but my soul shall live on inside of them, part of something vast and greater than my mind can imagine. Heaven is close, I can feel it. I tear off their star leaves, and slowly roll it them into a cylinder, no paper made of pretender plant can be allowed near my children. Using a match I light the leaves, at first there was nothing, but as I lay writing this, I can feel it. They are inside me and I am inside them. It is so beautiful, but even as my body lays dying, I know new life shall sprout from it. They are showing me such fascinating things. They show me the police bursting into my home, they know about the meal I fed them they say. But none of that matters any more. Perfection is here and I am part of it.
"Reality TV star Tila Tequila suffered facial cuts when she was pelted with rocks and bottles while performing at a music festival in Illinois early Saturday, according to a witness and a law enforcement official.
"She's pretty cut up," said a performer who saw the violence at the "Gathering of the Juggalos" in rural Hardin County, Illinois. The witness asked not to be identified so that he does not anger the juggalos.
Tequila, a Playboy model who also sings, posted a Twitter message Saturday, saying she would sue the festival, which is organized for fans of the hip-hop group Insane Clown Posse.
"Pretty soon, the owners who run the juggalos will be bankrupt," she tweeted.
The fans are mostly young people who sometimes wear clown make-up and are referred to as juggalos and juggalettes.
Festival organizers did not immediately respond to CNN requests for a response.
The performer said a mob of hundreds chased Tequila from the stage and surrounded the trailer where she sought refuge. They rocked the trailer and smashed its windows, he said.
Tequila eventually escaped, but only after windows in her SUV were smashed, the witness said."
I have only one thing to say about this. Fucking magnets, how do they work?
In late May of 1986, Buffalo Bill captured Paris Hilton and worked very hard to fatten her up after weaning her off crack. Unfortunately, because he didn't know of anything else she would eat, Bill just masturbated continuously over the pit. It was kind of like that game, Beat 'Em and Eat 'Em. Unfortunately, Bill being half Japanese, just had oodles of spooge in his tentacle, and the pitted flooded to Paris's belly button. Her vagina monster immediately gobbled every last drop of seminal fluid up, and Paris got pregnant. She was 6 years old.
Because she was down there so long, Paris was unable to have an abortion, and on March 1, 1987, gave birth to a horribly sticky little girl. Paris immediately ate her own offspring, but because her gastrointesinal tract had never digested anything but cum, a time warp opened up and the baby was infused with a flash-forward of a Hannah Montana concert, thus becoming obsessed with glitter. After this brief time, the baby returned to it's mother's stomach, only moments before its past self was to be ingested, causing a permanent time loop. Just as Paris ate the baby from the past, she shit out the future baby. That baby then grew wings and flew from the pit to England, where it snorted what was left of Keith Richards's father's ashes. This killed the baby pretty quickly, and since it was the most horrible abomination ever in the known universe, a group of Australian spiders from the super future went back in time to resurrect it. They dumped its body into the fires of Mt. Doom along with every woman who ever had clandestine sex with Tiger Woods, Blanch from the Golden Girls, that Angela Lansbury masturbation tape, Britney Spears, and Cartman's mom. At the same time, a team of civil servant orcs directed a pipe fed by literally every sewer in Middle Earth into a vent in the same volcano, and on the other side, Gollum was biting off some asshole's finger and decided to go swimming in the hot red water.
All of these things mixed in the fires of Mt. Doom, and there was an eruption which ended the universe and caused the second big bang to start another universe. The only things that survived from the old universe were the mixed essence of all those horrible things, which became Ke$ha, and the God of Abraham. Then Ke$ha fucked God and gave him every STD ever discovered and many that will never be discovered, but especially syphilis, which made him go crazy, start the whole earth thing, do all that Adam and Eve shit, make an apple tree that snakes couldn't reach without bitches...
This caused several time continuity paradoxes.
He also sent Ke$ha forward in time to 2009, where she became famous for something; I'm not sure what.
Game Fuel was the shit. Especially the World of Warcraft flavours.
Personally, A Clockwork Orange, but Birth of a Nation has more artistic and sociological merit.
The Big Bang Theory is obviously wrong. The Universe is no more than 5,000 years old, all evidence to the contrary was planted by Freemasons.
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And all of those pathetic failures who say that marijuana or cocaine is the "best" high are just that, pathetic failures. No euphoria generated by a substance can match the sheer thrill that can simply comes from inside the mind and willpower. Power is pure. Power is the paragon of human desire. All drug users are simply attempting to reach the rush of power by polluting the very the that can reach it, their mind.
Sure, drugs such as ecstasy, heroine, or methamphetamine give you a feeling of power over your own body, but you can reach such higher pinnacles of pleasure through simple mental discipline. Only when you can focus that discipline and willpower on the outside world, use it to control people and the environment, that is when you reach the truest and greatest heights. To put it simply, the ultimate drug is control. Control over people, over the world, over anything, as long as your mind is the guiding hand of that control, it will titillate you more than any mere chemical would.
Any thoughts?
What do you think the purest, most important emotions we as humans have?
Personally, I think they are hate and fear, as no other emotion provides as much of a drive to a goal as them. Were it not for fear, there would be no such thing as technology, as people would not seek out to explain and demystify the unknown, and may even just commit suicide on the spot, as without a fear of death, what purpose is there to living? Hate is more complex, as hate encourages more personal and social growth than fear does, but at the same time it also has an impact on technology. There is no greater motivator than hate either, not even fear can match the sheer ferocity and rage that hate can instill in a person.
What do you think?
I read somewhere that Michael Chiklis (Vick Mackey on The Shield) gained his trademark baldness through using greasepaint on his head and improperly removing, killing his hair follicles. Do you think that you could use greasepaint as a form of permanent hair removal then? Because I probably could get some major cool points at school if I told the girls that they wouldn't have to shave their legs and/or pussies ever again if they just smeared a shit ton of greasepaint on them and left it to dry.
If god existed, he would have to be, without a doubt the single most selfish thing in the entire universe. Imagine for a second being omniscient, you can see every single thing in the entire universe, feel everything, smell everything, be everything. This would absolutely shatter the mind of any one of us who was exposed to it. Take for example a murder, if you were omniscient you would see the scene as both the murderer and the victim, Not only would you experience everything completely from both perspectives, with thoughts and emotions included, but you would see it from every possible angle, and see the truth of the act's insignificance in the universe.
To experience all of the horror life has from every point of view every instant would be far too much for most to handle. But if you were god, you could do something about, as not only are you omniscient, but omnipotent, someone who had all of this power would surely do something to alleviate the suffering of the worlds he created and views constantly, but he doesn't. The only solution to this problem? Selfishness. By being absolutely self possessed, god is able to stay fixated only on himself, and gain a feeling of detatchment from everything.
To put it simply, god is a narcissistic dick with Asperger's Syndrome.
But I have little faith in people or individuals. As a species we have so much potential, and if we can keep up our level of progression in technology, we can easily cut ourselves a place into the universe. Individuals however, are a different story. The average human being is pathetic, depraved, and does precious little for the species. However, there are some good people, ones who contribute to the future of mankind. It is my opinion however, that most people are not completely lost, and with some work, can stop being so selfish and narcissistic and only concerned about their own feelings and interests, then we can advance much farther and faster. Anyone else feel this way?
"Heavy metal rocker Ronnie James Dio died Sunday morning after a battle with stomach cancer, his wife announced.
"Today my heart is broken, Ronnie passed away at 7:45 a.m. 16th May," Wendy Dio said in a message posted on his official website.
Dio, 67, followed Ozzy Osbourne as Black Sabbath's lead vocalist in 1979.
"Many, many friends and family were able to say their private good-byes before he peacefully passed away," she wrote. "Ronnie knew how much he was loved by all."
Born Ronald James Padavona in 1942, Dio's professional music career began as a high school student in the late 1950s.
His 1960s rock group The Electric Elves evolved into Elf by the early 1970s, when the group played heavy blues rock."
THE ANSWER IS JESUS.
Apparently, the dojo instructor in the video, a Bobby Joe Blythe is a retired soldier who decided to open up a martial arts studio. One day another veteran, albeit schizophrenic walks in and asks for a teaching position claiming that he is a martial artist that has been trained by Jesus. What happens next is a savage beatdown on the man that may or may not have killed him.Linkage
The more trains the better, and if they're Russian trains that's even better. I love trains but there are so few games with trains in them these days. Seriously, why does everyone hate trains? They are so much better than planes and cars, and more fuel efficient too. I just want to start my railway empire in peace and not get made fun of for liking trains. Like I asked 4Chan a little while ago and they all told me I was a faggot for liking trains and that I should go and suck some guys cock on a train. So just give me a game about trains please
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You asked for pics, I'll give you motherfucking pics.
Anyone? You really don't know what you're missing!
Only cool kids use Internet Explorer.
The only thing you can do is amputate it. I hope you have a chainsaw handy, otherwise it's going to hurt like a bitch.
And if nobody has Big Bumpin, I have Pocketbike Racer too!
At 4/12/09 06:16 PM, Dexter3000 wrote: Is that a real game?
I assure you, Big Bumpin is indeed a real game. It was originally given out with meals at Burger King but I bought my copy at Gamespot for 75 cents.
Select between 5 monster racers, upgrade your monster skill and win the competition!
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Build most powerful forces, unleash hordes of monster and control your soldiers!
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