[Nekko Fox]'s diary
"When such irregular oscillations of the human psyche occur, there is a tendency of the mind to put into place a kind of psychic filter: It assesses. It catalogs the contents of the room around it, and cements its bearings. It throws its roots into the opaque world, shedding the translucence of dreaming. And if there are things unaccounted for -- terrible, indistinct objects stubbornly cloaked in the miasma of shadow on the distant borders of perception -- well, those things can be discarded. We awaken into the darkness clinging to the ferocious certainty that a room is exactly how we left it, that we are still within our own homes, that there are no shapes moving in the black. Even if, and sometimes especially if, we are rather certain that we did not leave the laundry just in that spot, that the lamp was of a slightly different shape when we fell into sleep, or that we saw, briefly, a peculiar flicker of movement from that corner, there, just out of reach of the moonlight. Or in some cases, we may be quite sure that the room we left behind to enter our slumber did not contain that character from the popular '90s television show Saved by the Bell dangling from our ceiling, his black eyes glinting sharply in the darkness."
~ Robert Brockway
http://www.fre
You follow the link, I get points and stuff.
I'm spamming everywhere, and this really has no purpose, but if you clicked I'll show my appreciation.
Written about Wednesday 2010-09-29
Written: (5381 days ago)
Let's play a game.
Shuffle your playlist, skip to the 7th song.
Write the first few lyrics, then the last name of the artist/one of the words in the band's name, then write the track length.
And TA-DA! You've written your own bible verse!
I'll start;
"I will show you things; Wonderful, terrible things."-Modul
Enjoy the hell out of these crafts you guys.
Wanna turn everything upside down? Preparing for the worst? Want to learn to how to disable an M1 Abrams tank's drive train, catch your own food, concoct poisons, or essentially become an anarchist bastard? If you have winrar or utorrent (preferably btoh) then enjoy this little compilation of anti-establish
http://www.kat
http://www.tor
http://thepira
http://www.goo
At the very least the books are fascinating to read.
Written about Sunday 2010-09-05
Written: (5405 days ago)
Okay, this may sound odd, or weird, or even downright terrifying, but I swear I just heard the sounds of a million screaming souls trapped in the Saturn. Think I'm insane? Listen to this, enjoy a few seconds of the unnerving sounds, then fast forward to 1:15 and continue to listen until the end;
http://www.you
I swear, after a while (1:42~) it sounds like screaming and wind.
Enjoy your lucid nightmares.
My latest comment in the Christfag verus Atheistfag threads on the /b/ message board.
"While I did believe in Santa Claus, it was when I was a child. I stopped believing in him when I was in 5th grade, and I only believed simply because I was naïve enough to believe anything my parents told me.
But once I grew older and learned how to think for myself, without relying on any "external" influences (in this case, religion and the notion of gods), I realized how simply idiotic this "Santa Claus" was. If he was so jolly and kind in spirit, why did he punish the innocent with coal? Children are exposed to whatever their surroundings are composed of, which, for the most part, is beyond their control. Why should they be punished if they lashed out because their parents constantly fight? Why should they be told their "naughty" for not listening to their father who may be molesting them? It simply didn't make sense to me.
God is the same. If He is so kind, loving and just, why does He say that He will punish those who worship false idols? Why does He allow us, his children, to kill one another, live in poverty, and die of starvation? A loving God wouldn't sit back and watch while his children tore each other apart limb from limb. Him sitting back makes it seem as though we are nothing more than entertainment to Him, assuming that, for this argument, He does exist.
And if we are nothing but entertainment to him, does that not make him unjust? Unkind? Does that oppose everything God is suppose to be?
God is a huge contradiction given what is written in religious texts. Henceforce, Him being a contradiction should mean that he is impossible and therefore does and cannot exist."
Written about Friday 2010-08-13
Written: (5429 days ago)
<---Jesus' followers
<---- Jesus' promises
<---- What we got
<----How We Reacted
Followed by
Which lead to
And finally
And now the church is like
I've been thinking for some time yet about something rather odd and out of the ordinary. Bio luminescence. If you don't know what it means, grab a dictionary. Anyway, I've been considering this for a while, and I find the concept fascinating. Glow worms, fireflies, hatchet fish, any number of creatures that use bio luminescence to hunt and lure prey or attract mates. Well, it crossed my mind, why hasn't humanity gotten into this yet? With our profound interest in body modifications (Read: Piercings, sub-dermal implants, amputations, gauging, tattoos, scarring, burning, etc) as a whole, why has no one sought to add bio luminescence to the list? Could you imagine such a thing? Part of one's body glowing due to a chemical stimulation? Bright sweat? Glowing blood or saliva? Eyes that literally shine? Could you imagine how much fun raves would be? How much more enticing bedroom play could be? How easy it would be to find the person if they get lost in the dark? And the colors you could use! Of course, the natural standard of green-yellow would apply, but with the right mixture I'm sure you could accommodate for reds, blues, pure greens, pure yellows, pink, chartreuse, and myriad other colors. And if that is possible, who is to say that one color would be the limit? Maybe you had multiple colors for various parts. Perhaps you underwent a procedure that made some of your tattoos semi-transluce
When life gives you mascara, make masquerade!
"Thank you...Thank you for making my shame more festive."
Best quote of 4chan today concerning religios people saying "atheists are always hating on religion and religious people";
"I have plenty of religious tolerance but I will argue with any idiot who makes false claims about anything that I know is wrong. You guys are the ones always trying to "disprove atheism" by poorly conceived strawman arguments and when that doesn't work you start quoting your bible. If you could just shut the fuck up about the fact that we don't believe in your god and stop tryiing to argue against science that you intentionally know nothing about then we would be just fine."
Thank you anonymous.
Written about Sunday 2010-07-18
Written: (5454 days ago)
In my experience, those who are truly dangerous do not act like it.
Back in my day we waited 14 hours for our download manager to download a 10kb naughty picture.
AND WE LIKED IT.
Written about Tuesday 2010-06-29
Written: (5473 days ago)
Just a passing thought;
I've noticed more and more people substituting their own personal takes on those copypasta messages. Those "A friend would________ , but a REAL friend would _______ ," messages.
I've seen everything from the original, to family, to army, to mates, but most of all Juggalo. Now, people already know my opinion of this attention-seek
To be candid and frank, I have to say that anyone, Jugg-head or otherwise, that posts anything but the original should seriously re-evaluate their creativity. As well, how does changing "A real friend" to "a SOLDIER" or "a BROTHER" or anything other than what has been put in for the original actually change people's opinion of you? If you look at them, there are few if any changes to the original script apart from the different "But a real friend" additions to the message. All in all? People who post those are saying several things.
First, they are not creative enough to think of something on their own to diversify themselves from the rest of the herd. Congratulation
Second, you are equating something that you find very important (your sub-culture group, for instance) to something that EVERYONE gets from standard friendships. In other words, you are saying that something you hold dear is not, in fact, special or unique.
Third, you are under the illusion that posting that crap will make people think you have values when in fact it just comes across as annoying and obnoxious. Now get off your high-horse, go create something original, and quit wasting people's time.
And, as an aside, motherfuckin' magnets? How do they work?! (that joke is directed at a chosen few, and they will laugh because they understand.) For the rest of you, enjoy this picture below for it is amusing. That is all.
Note: If this upset you, that is the purpose. If you send me a message decrying hypocrisy, hurt feelings, or general distaste for the post, then I have done my job and I will enjoy the hate-mail that is sent and may or may not reply to it at my leisure, depending on if I consider it worth my time to respond.
"I'm sorry, I'm about to lose you because I'm about to go into a tunnel, in a canyon, on an airplane, while I hang up on you."
~Dr. House
With chilling smile, and whimsy dreams
The candyman comes at night
He calls to the children, one and all
And fills them with delight
And as the moon climbs so high
And shadows grow too long
He gives the children candy, toys
And lastly gifts of song
They play and dance and sing with him
Their families soon forgot
And as he leads them far away
Their leader calls a halt
"Now children, come, I'll show you now
A thing you won't forget
A wondrous thing, marvelous yes
A thrill it will beget!"
And so they gathered, eagerly,
Around their newfound friend
With quiet eager eyes they wait
For what they couldn't comprehend
And in the shadows of the night
The candyman had his fun
The sad and forlorn families
Waited for children gone
So mind your child as moon looms high
And never douse the light
For he comes to take them all away
The candyman comes at night
Written about Monday 2010-05-10
Written: (5523 days ago)
Written about Monday 2010-05-03
Written: (5530 days ago)
"Let us go to war. The world has become stale and insipid, the ships ought to be all captured, the cities battered down, and the world burned up, so that we can start again. There would be fun in that."
For everyone who enjoys cub yiff and/or incest, here you go!
Written about Sunday 2010-04-04
Written: (5559 days ago)
Tandem Story
This assignment was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca ... and Gary ...
English 44A, SMU
Creative Writing
Professor Miller In-class Assignment for Wednesday:
One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish partical beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel." Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth - when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Asshole.
Bitch.