HEY EVERYONE! SEND [Dornhal dragon] MESSAGES OF LOVE! NOW! AND HE'S COMING BACK IN MARCH! FUCK YEAH! WOOOOOOOOO!

I'm not crazy. Not crazy. No. No. Not crazy. I'm not crazy. Not I. Not me. Notme. noT me! Mommy said I'm not CRAzy. Not CrAZY! MomMY SAid! MomMY! I will be QUIet. I wilL bE GoOD. NOt crAzy. No. voICEs. I LOve You. I love YOu. MOMmy LovEs ME too. ShE LovES me. LoVEs me! ShE does! Love! LoVEs me! ME! Not YOU! mE! I loVE mY MoMmY !ThE VOicEs ARe WrONg! So mUCH bloOD. SO muCH PAIN. neED QUiET! NeED pEaCE. MOmmY? MomMY? I wilL bE GoOd I promise. ShE wiLL Not LEt TheM TaKE Me aWAy FroM YoU MomMY. nO ShE WilL NoT. ShE Is WaTChINg Me RiGHt nOw. HeR Black eYEs. BlaCKeyES driPPiNg bLOOd she WatCHeS mE SleEp She WilL NoT Let ThEm TAKe ME awAY fRoM YoU MOmmY. mY MoMmy No not cRazY NoT CRAzY nOT CrAzY NonoNOnONot CRaZy nO I wIll bE GoOd MomMy. So MUCh bloOD MomMy Their SCReamS Hurt My EArs MomMy. MomMY I MaDE ThEM StoP MoMmy Made THEm stOP SCReAMing momMY. i MaDE theM Leave Made TheM Cry MOmmY I MaDE THeM DiE MoMMY I maDE ThEM All DeAD MoMmY AlL Dead aLL GOne deAD gone AWay ForeVER and Ever ForEVEr and EvER and EvER gone so MUch Blood MOmmy i WIll BE goOD MomMy so goOD SO QuiET mommY AnD I wilLS how Them! ShOW tHEM! shoW ThEM! PLeAsE Do NoT Go mOMmy Do nOT Leave mE PleAsE! PLEaSe! I wIlL Make YoU STay! STaY! ShE WIlL MaKE YoU StAY! ShE DoEs Not Like iT WheN YOu MaKE mE Sad. SHe WIlL MAkE YoU STay MoMmY ShE WilL MakE YoU STay FOreVEr. And ShE wiLL Hit YOu anD HIt yoU and HiT you...


A̫̠̟̫̻̻̥͓̻̖̭̙͔͕͕̠n͔͉̗̼͔̲͖̭̤̪̼̤̱d͓̩̳͓ͅ ̜̫͖̺̹̺̩̙͚ͅW͙̞̭̯̬̯͈̯̼̲̙͓̩̝e̙̤͖̟̣͓̱̥̼ ͎͉̘̙͍͖͕̹͎͉̠̞̺̣̤̻̯͙A͙͍̬̼̭̭̮̘͇̟̠l͕͓̜̻̬̮͓͇̗̣̰̠̩͖̺͔̼l̖̼̣̱̼̻͇̤͙̘̱͖̠̬͔̦̟ ͎̩͕̭͙̼̼̥͔̦͙F̠̥͙͉̤̳̜̫̝̖a̠͍̣͙̖̲̫̟ͅl͓̪̗̳͙̱̩̳ͅl͎̣͚̜̲ ̫̥̤̻̤̖͖̞̟D̙͇͍̫͇̜̠͖͚̪͚͔͉ͅo̱̲̟̬͓͕̻̖̠̦̫̥w̳͔͚̖̩̹̩̙͓ͅn̺̝͍̬̩̟̼͈̥͓

To all the juggalo/lets who took umbrage to my diary entry and responded with the utmost ferocity, let me pass this quaint piece of knowledge onto you;

It was a troll. If you got angry with me then it means I have achieved my ends, and all through you.

Thank you all for being wonderful, hateful sports for propagating the image you cultivated for yourselves about being violent and crude.

For those who didn't yell and swear, congratulations! I have a higher opinion of you as a person. The group, however, has a long way to go before the majority of people have a positive opinion of you as a sub-culture. And now, for my own amusement, this picture.

All of you kids out there who claim to be 'Juggalos/juggalettes'? There is so much wrong with this sub-culture belief that you put so much stock into that it makes me want to strangle the lot of you. I could go on at length about how your delusions, self-depricating nature, obnoxious and ignorant boasts, and constant posturing are nothing more than hot air. Fetishes are adult. Music is adult. Camaraderie is adult. Being an adult is an adult. Your music (like saying that the bleating of a mule is 'music') is offensive, crude, and boorish, completely lacking any amount of quality or taste, and has made you into driveling idiots. Your 'beliefs', this crap that you regurgitate about Shangri-La and the like, is complete and utter nonsense. You prattle on about how you are one big family, with clown love et cetera et cetera, and don't give a damn about what others think, and if you meet up with someone you dislike you wouldn't think twice about punching them in the face, and any who show you disrespect will have the whole 'posse' (def: N. A gang involved in crimes such as running guns and illegal narcotics trafficking) brought down upon their heads. You sound like a bunch of whining children! It brings to mind a picture of some boy who called another kid a poop-head, and so the kid who was insulted got his friends together to kick sand in the other kids face and make him cry. Way to grow up and set an example for your generation. As well, this huge fixation you lot have with clowns. Now, I understand dressing up is fun. I know clowns are an amusing and fun form of entertainment (except clown dolls. Those are creepy). But you kids who put on the make up and go to your rallies and whatnot...You sound like a bunch of kids screaming for attention from your parents. Now, I understand the importance of camaraderie and brotherhood, but isn't this a bit much for a cry for attention? What, was switching to Wicca too little? Skipped past goth, past emo, and right into... Clowns? Are you serious? All of you need a solid dose of reality via lead pipe to the face. This meeting should of course take place at high velocity. Maybe knock some sense into that obviously vacant cavity that you call your skull.

Or perhaps it will kill you. Either way, one less retard to pollute the pool we call our genes. The world, outside of your own, has a rather low opinion of you juggalos (and I pronounce Juggalo the same way I pronounce the word 'Tapeworm'). Believe me, your reputation is well earned.

Remember what Dr. Phineas Waldolf Steel says;

"Tyranny with a smile!"

"Toy Soldiers Unite!"

"Be a Toy Evangelist!"

"Insane guys are hot!"

And most importantly,

"Dr. Steel Loves You."

Also, per my joining the ranks of the Toy Soldier army, I must insist you all visit this site. Watch his video. Maybe, if you feel the compulsion, join the ranks of Toy Soldiers.

http://www.toysoldiersunite.com/

TOY SOLDIER SALUTE! ~ Nekko

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HTqbxYsYwc&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgQEzR9WN5A&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wZ5qGQ78io&feature=related


Watch The Dr. Steel Show TODAY!

And then John was a zombie.

MERRY CRIMBO AND A HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE!

I hope you all have a very good giggle.

I'm not. I'm not even actively chatting on Fake right now.

Just finished showering. Let me tell you what, listen to Schnuffel while showering, and it's pretty damn nice. I was particularly relaxed whilst shaving (and I mean not my face) and the song Ich hab Dich lieb came on. Very nice.

http://toofar.tv/sketches

Never understood what was meant behind that phrase "The South will rise again"...Can anyone explain this to me without me disparaging anything about it?

^------ RE: Found good response to this.

A rallying cry used by Confederacy enthusiasts who believe the southern United States is superior. Often, those who use this phrase believe the American Civil War was "about States' rights, not slavery". In fact, the Constitution of the Confederacy was nearly word-for-word identical to the US Constitution, but actually *restricted* States' rights by requiring every State to be a slave State.

Furthermore, there was no "Southern identity" in the United States until abolition became a major political issue, and rebel states saw slavery as more a matter of property rights, not State's rights. The States' rights issue was invented by modern Southern apologists; no real historian takes it seriously.

In short, this is a slogan for southerners who believe they should "take pride in their heritage" even though their heritage includes a legacy of horrifying behavior.

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Cutest sex scene ever. Period.

Hope you enjoyed that!

Well, I'm going out on a limb here and writing about a dream I had about a month ago or so. Nightmare, actually, and it actually woke me up and brought me to tears. I was that scared. Hadn't had that happen since I was a tot... Anyway, this was the dream.

I was in my room from a house I lived in when I was six. I was in my bed, and there were my stuffed animals all around the bed where I'd kicked them off to make room for me. The room was dark, but not dark enough where you couldn't see anything. My dresser by the door. My closet. In the little book rack next to the bed. All could be seen.

Well, I'm laying there, trying to sleep in my dream, when I hear this noise. A soft scuttling sound, like large beetles trying crawl on wood. Well, I lift up my head, and I see this little things crawling around my room. Hundreds of them. They were about a few inches tall, and they looked to be made of sticks bound with twine and stuffed with dirt. Two sticks for the arms and legs, the joint where they met, and six for the chest, Bound like a triangle to hold the dirt. The head...The head was like that of Pyramid Head from Silent Hill. Except it was made from sticks instead of bolted metal. And their hands? Five needles for fingers. Five glinting needles, on each hand.

And what were these things doing in my room, crawling, skittering across my floor? They were taking the eyes of my toys. They were crawling over every stuffed animal, every toy soldier, every toy that had a face and eyes, and plunged those needles into them and ripped out the eyes.

Well, as a child would, I hid under the covers, terrified beyond words. I never even thought to call for a parent. And so I lay under the covers, shivering violently, horrified by what I had seen. But then it grew quiet. Not a sound. I peeked out from under the covers, and looked at the floor. There was nothing there. Just the torn bodies of my toys, rent open and left in pieces on the floor. Stuffing and plastic parts lay everywhere. I examined my room watching for even the most minute amount of movement, but it was silent.

And as I sat back in my bed, letting out a breath of relief, I looked forward. It sat on my knee, perched like a gargoyle over a cathedral. It had no eyes, no recognizable features whatsoever, but I knew it was watching me. Staring at me. It didn't move, and I was petrified with fear. It continued to stare at me in silence, examining me. I knew it was looking at my eyes.

As I struggled to regain my breath, the thing slid down my knee on the covers and slowly, dear god so slowly it walked up my chest, it's needle fingers clicking together excitedly. It's gaze, from what I could imagine, never wavered from my face, from my eyes. It's gaze bored into mine, it's gaze without eyes as it loomed over me. It's shoulders hunched, it's arms raised, those needles glinting in the weak light coming from my window. And then they thrust, straight for my eyes.

And I woke up.

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And that's all the pages I could find guys, so sorry! ^_^

REPOSTED FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT, complete with REVISIONS:

http://www.furpiled.com/ <------New

http://muushi.net/

http://wildcritters.us/wc/

http://yiffstar.com/

http://fchan.us/

http://chan.yiffy.tk/

http://cubcentral.org/

http://e621.net/post

http://paws.ru/

These are just a few image boards/forums/link sites/picture archives that I frequent. for those of you interested in starting, or for those of you wishing to building an archive, or those of you who just like looking at yiffy, these are for!

Random thought spawned by a commercial saying "Gangland":

'Gang land! A land of gangs! A land of violence, of hardship. A hierarchy of muscle and steel and blood in a world cast beneath a crimson sky laden with the black, smoky clouds of a destroyed civilization.'

End random thought.

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/entertainmentnewsbuzz/2008/12/twilight-10-rea.html

Beautiful.

Phrase of the day:

"I'm getting the feeling that this is going to be my fault somehow..."

Nintendo sued the shit out of PETA for this little 'Unauthorized edition' of their game. I loved how they said that turkeys have different personalities...You know, this animal where it will literally drown by staring up at the sky with it's mouth open in a rain storm. Brilliant...More trivial hippie crap. And by the by, I have never seen a turkey look like the way they portrayed it after it was prepared...And tofu does not look, nor taste as good as real turkey. Fuck you PETA. I will kill, and eat, REAL turkey, and other animals, thank you very much.