#Slave Eric

[siremasterlawrence]

Lawrence’s Playground: Opening

“Bondage…Dominance…Master…Slave. All of that and anything your inner freak can imagine. Join us at Lawrence’s playground. We will fix you right up.” - Master Lawrence.

I read my new sensational store ad that will appear on rather don the cover of popular magazine, splash the newspaper ads, tv commercials, radio jingles and so much more.

The building literally in a small store in the midst of Queens, New York is quite boring on the outside but the inner area could truly rival the craziness of Manhattans window decorated stores.

I smirk walking inside the door automatically locks behind me as I turn my attention to the naked displays and the recruitment process that is unfolding for me. Thinking for a hot minute it hit me.

I snap my finger using my hand to stir with my finger spinning a portal into a new reality as a small herd young men exit the hole into my store and watch them stand in front of me.

My magical reinforcement moving assembly belt they roll out one after another former human beings now modified dolls ready and willing to be programmed to serve in any and all ways.

I spot one so fine I could not help but stare as he turns to me his neck so robotic walks over to me and he stood in motionless also rigid robotic motion but stares down at me with piercing eyes.

His eyes begin to scan mine taking a map like blue print of my mind, scanning my body to register everything with precise precision of every inch and slowly I begin to imprint on him.

His mind spins shutting down to reboot as my own even though I know it’s a natural meet where a slave instantly chooses his Master at first glance and he knew that automatically he is mine.

I can feel the energy burst through his body as he woke up in excitement a bright smile cover his face looking at me with love and devotion taking my right hand in his he sets it on.

The imprint is complete I command him to sit up on the floor then to kneel without any effort because he knew his place at my feet the man is mine project now for the longest time.

His eyes roll back coming down the changes have begun his hands settle on to my waist firmly and he yearns to kiss me feel my lips on his.

The rest stand motionless as I point for him to sit on the available chair then I pop onto his lap and face him soaking up all of the enjoyment in his body the hot heavy move of his soul connecting to me.

The assembly like moves ever forward onto the next station a new mold is made to be polished into perfect clear skin as I watch them from her.

I have no idea when the lot of them appear into the room setting up in the window and the rest of the store for display this business will be a smashing success I have no doubt in that matter.

“What is your name?”

“My name is Al”

“I am your Master Lawrence “

“Processing….processing”

“Master Lawrence “

“Good boi “

“Mmmmm…how may I please you?”

“I have great plans for you but for now”

“Yes Master”

“That main spot in the window that says not for sale.”

“I’ll go there and wait for your instructions”

“I will pick you up at lunch time”

“Yes, babe”

“You are statue”

“Yyyyyeeeesssss”

“Pretty Boi Pose”

“I will not regret this”

“Back to work “

“All of my products so obedient “

“Who is the next to succumb?”

“So many fine choices”

“Ripped”

“Hot”

“Work horse worthy “

The end

Lawrence’s Playground: The Defective

A week later thanks to a ridiculous massive successful opening weekend to the insane viral campaign I worked on the sale are in the thousands.

One night Al is fast asleep when the alarm for my storage facility is triggered causing me to speed down the block to the factory to find nothing is broken.

“Must be a defective alarm”

“I might as well check around”

“Who are you?”

“Eric! I think”

“You think?”

“I am confused”

“I can help you “

“Please….”

“Do you know who I am?”

I yell at the flash light hitting someone’s face except it is one of my creations standing in the middle of the area he is lost it’s pretty obvious.

I can see his pupils react zooming to inside and outside at unrecognized speed in a fast attempt checking me out it hits him his one true maker.

He is defective I offer my hand for him to be able to take in his he stares aimlessly then happily grabs it imprinting on me as he is instinctively almost imprinting before me .

“Your name is Eric”

“You are my slave “

“Yes Babe”

“You are no longer lost “

“You are not defective”

“I am at your mercy”

“Kneel for me”

“I am your everything “

“I will do whatever pleases you “

“Mmmmmmmm….Master”

“Yes boi”

“I love when you call me that “

“May I come home with you?”

“It’s your new home”

“Follow me”

“YES SIR”

“Head up the stairs”

“Zip your mouth”

“Wait here”

“Al this your brother”

“Yes bro”

“Both of your crawl to me”

“Yes Master”

“All worship my body “

“Eric kiss me”

“Perfect “

“Two tight bodies”

“Mmmmm”

“I am loving this “

“We hope so”

“Bend over “

“Let them swat that ass”

“As you wish “

The end

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Michael 🥳🎂

April 2,1977

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

2 Aprile 1977

[broflovmarshick]

Am I a red flag yes or no?

[rolandrockover]

Reprise Vol. 1 - Master & Slave

I think it's no big secret that Paul doesn't have much good to say about Kiss' Carnival of Souls. To put it mildly. Or he simply does everything imaginable to at least create such impressions whenever this album title should rarely enough become the subject of an interview question. Of course, he's welcome to do as he pleases, but personally, from my humble perspective, I think it's a bit of a shame, because I can also remember times when he spoke a tiny bit differently about it.

For example, I can still remember the time when the subject of a reunion was still treated as fictitious, and it wasn't on anyone's horizon, least of all Paul's and Gene's. That was back in 1994/95, when Kiss' laudable motto of perseverance and giving their best was for a change increasingly emphasized in their new music.

And I still remember very well that regular little Kiss feature in the German Rock Hard magazine, which was supervised by their Kiss Die-Hard (0), and from whom one got the vivid impression that he regularly got a certain insight into the world of our favorite band. I think it must have been February or March 1995 when Paul and Gene (1), but also Eric Singer (2), apparently got in touch with the interviewer directly from the rehearsal room in a telephone interview and Paul confidently said, not without his usual side-swipe at Gene, that his songs were much more melodious and heavier than Gene's. There was a certain pride in that. At some point later he even went so far as to claim that the new album was the best and heaviest since Creatures of the Night. Oh my!

What I mean, since that's a rather thoughtful and equally rare tribute to their own music, which was previously only outspoken to give a very special shine to the indeed excellent Revenge, and the return to form associated with it. And I must add to this Paul seemed quite proud of Revenge in 1992 regardless of how hard he had contributed to the previous albums in the 80's anyway. But who knows, once again, it was probably just the latest sensationalization of the upcoming album (3). Promotion is a double-edged sword, but to wipe Revenge away so succinctly because of it, I really don't know. But maybe and probably because it wouldn't have sounded so good to say their new album was the best since... their last one.

But to get my act together and to at least briefly talk directly about Master & Slave in this context.

So, as I already mentioned in my original entry, Master & Slave had the working title: Paul's Riff. In my perception, this suggests pride and respect, not necessarily from Paul himself, but clearly from his band environment. And the fact that such a meagre, yet all-saying no-name was chosen as accepted as a working title, if not even honored from everybody involved clearly speaks for itself.

And because this is a reprise, I'll simply feature an excerpt from my original text about what I see in this song:

"What begins in Not For the Innocent with a few approaching, ominous tones, continues in Unholy as a small extension in a slightly different pitch, and a much more compact back and forth oscillation of these tones, which thereby does not form the entire riff, but only a complementary part of it. In Master & Slave the whole thing gains in drasticness, and the motif is doubled to a lower pitch, added to the previous one to secure its terrain, only to turn into a Black Sabbath motif a la After All. An endlessly repeating highly dynamic acrobatic feat in loud and quiet/guitar and bass contrast."

When writing Master & Slave, Paul must have thought to himself: Ok Gene, a dark album full of Unholys shall it be? This time I'll listen to you, then you shall get Unholy. Which must have stimulated his ambition to try to outdo Gene in terms of Unholy by more than a small margin. I think the result shows in all strength what the right ambition can achieve.

"To conjure up this wet dream of riff Paul must have really tried hard and done his very best to achieve such a result - regardless of what he claims about Carnival of Souls as a whole today."

It is a real pity that he no longer stands by it. Gene and, above all, Bruce (4) seem to have fewer problems with this.

Side Notes:

(0) Jan Jaedike.

(1) Gene emphasized the psychedelic component and compared Carnival of Souls to the Rolling Stones' Satanic Majesties Request (1967) (5) , and that they couldn't explain either why it sounded different from the previous album.

(2) Eric said the album was super heavy and exactly the kind of music he wanted to play. I love to mention this because he had also clearly distanced himself from Carnival of Souls over the past few years. Klassik!

(3) Can anyone still remember how they loud-mouthedly advertised Crazy Nights as a mixture of Animalize and Destroyer back then? There's even a Youtube video of it, but don't ask me where. Anyway, that was still was something different.

(4) Or the last of the Mohicans, as I like to call him.

(5) Hmm, which Stones album did Ace's cover of 2000 Man actually come from?

Master & Slave starts from the beginning. Unholy and Not For The Innocent are highlighted. Turn up the volume and open your ears, I assume no liability:

Master & Slave (1997)

Unholy (1992)

Not For The Innocent (1983)

I'll add After All by Black Sabbath on top.

After All (1992)

[ieatnomnom9823]

i got Chef!! i'm just a little concerned how 2nd place is Cartman..........

[fairy-goth-father]

Took one look at the template and just knew I had to draw him 😩👌🐦‍⬛🪦⚰️

[cupidye]

top 10 funniest south park characters

cartman

ned

mr garrison

butters

ike

mr slave

pc principal

jimmy

craig

clyde

[shrekrekrek]

i swear im gonna kms wtf i am 90% mr garrison

[bobbie-robron]

I wouldn’t mind a woman as my master for the day.

It’s time for the pub’s charity slave auction to take place and Robert enters. At the auction, where we get our first Robert/Chas scene, Donna easily outbids Elaine for leather jacket clad Robert (‘a lean machine if ever I saw one’).

31-Oct-2003

[robotpussy]

me falling into the pits of swirl propaganda after seeing the little mermaid 2023 and fighting against it for so long

[just1riqht]

guys guys look at my South Park eggs 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[eizneckam]

i'm gonna bite someone

[roseband]

im sorry but i gotta like...... not look at the recommended page on twitter cuz like MAN

bringing kpop photocards or a cardboard cut out of your fave idol to your fucking arranged marriage wedding is top 5 most pathetic things i've seen

like .........either leave the man you don't wanna marry.... or submit like a good brainwashed girlie lol

[paullovescomics]

Nonfiction books that I read in the second half of 2023, part 2 of 2

The Du Bois book is highly recommended. It's in the public domain, so you can get it on gutenberg.org.

[elierlick]

What’s the real story behind “outside agitators?” Joe Biden, the NYPD, and others have been slandering anti-genocide activists with the phrase since protests began in 2023. I did a deep dive into its history via news and book archives. The term is actually much older than you might think.

The concept of "outside agitators" gained prominence to defend slavery during the Bleeding Kansas conflict of the 1850s. The fight broke out over whether to admit Kansas as a free or slave state. White supremacists claimed abolitionists were “outside agitators” and “anti-slavery squatters” (see the 3rd image). After the North won the Civil War, racist Southerners then accused progressive “outside agitators” of “deluding” the newly freed Black population into believing they were equal to whites (4th image).

The term spiked again in the early 1900s during the fights for suffrage and unions (5th-6th images). Unionists found the accusation ridiculous. Working people don’t need to be union members to participate in supporting them!

The term gained prominence again in the 1960s to defend segregation, reaching a peak in 1969. It became so prevalent that the left began to make fun of Southerners using it so often (7th image). Devout racists, including President Truman and Alabama Governor John Patterson, even called the most respectable protesters “outside agitators.”

When my friends and I were called “outside agitators” at Columbia by our mayor Eric Adams, he wasn’t entirely wrong. We weren’t students and we were there to agitate as Jews for Palestinian liberation. We are invested in our communities and want institutions in our city to reject genocide. Is that a morally harmful position to take? Or is it necessary to ensure disclosure, divestment, and amnesty for students?

They call us "outside agitators" because they know we will win. And after the dust settles, even the most milquetoast liberals will tease those declaring protesters "paid," "ignorant," or "dishonest." It wasn't outside agitators who won suffrage, unions, or healthcare, after all. It was the people.

[love-toxin]

@ eric draven, hes goth and metal And he kills people AND hes a feminist. literally the whole package what else could u want <33

UNNNNNGHHH AND HE'S GOT THE BIG WET PUPPY EYES GRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH

like.....like......imagine after the events of the crow Eric doesn't go back to purgatory or pass through to the afterlife, but rather finds himself staying in the land of the living for some unknown reason. he's got his revenge, he's avenged his beloved Shelley, but what now? what's his purpose?

but the crow won't speak to him any words of either comfort or doom, so he just wanders. wanders away from his city and home until he stops somewhere on the opposite side. spends time thinking and planning and thinking until he drives himself nearly mad and falls asleep. he can't do much else, or at least thinks he can't. when he's found no better place to roam he returns home, but when he steps up the curb to his apartment, he sees lights on upstairs. something dark stirs in him--protectiveness, maybe, he's sensitive to his home being invaded for obvious reasons--but when he leaps up and perches on the ledge of the shattered window he sees somebody he's never met before.

you're just standing in his apartment, sweeping up shards of broken glass like you own the place. humming to yourself. he remembers, briefly, what it was like when there was music in his home. but it used to be Shelley's laughter, and now there's a soft-eyed stranger singing a quiet tune in the lamplight, and he feels the same as he did back then. he sticks to the shadows because he doesn't know what to expect, but you just step lightly around the pile and sweep the glass shards into your dustpan. there's a little electric lantern keeping the place aglow and a few small bags of meager luggage huddled at the front door.

it occurs to him that you might be the new resident as he coldly watches you from a distance. it's obvious that the apartment would be repurposed at some point after his death, but how do you feel knowing that you're taking over the home of a dead man? that you'll lay your head in the same place where a couple were brutally and viciously murdered? where Shelley, his Shelley, was-

you tilt your head. your ears perked at the imperceptible sound and you nearly caught him staring, but he's a lot faster to hide than you are to see.

he leaves soon after that, but he finds himself returning every night. he learns things about you. you're industrious, for one--you work on the apartment whenever you're not working your job, both of which are tough, and you sleep on a hard mattress on the floor. you spend such a long time cleaning but when you find little things left behind of his or Shelley's, you don't throw them out. maybe you feel bad for them. maybe you know exactly what happened, and you don't want to disrespect their memory.

maybe you're a really, really good person that lives for a better world. Eric can't help but think that when he watches you tirelessly slave over renovating his apartment--he can't ever quite see it as something not of his own--taking down what was broken and making it into something beautiful again. he doesn't know you that well, he only hears your voice when you're talking on the phone or singing in the shower, but he grows to like you. you're gentle. you smile at little things and you laugh as sweetly as you cry. even when you feel frustrated or betrayed, when you get violent and punch something out of anger, you just feel it in such a raw way that it entrances him. you're complex. you're gorgeous. you're someone he could very easily fall in love with, but you don't deserve to feel his hurt in the way that he does. you can't shoulder his burdens with him when they're just too great for a mortal life.

so he resorts to watching you and feeling badly about it. he's kind of stalking you at this level, but he goes nowhere beyond following you to work and back and occasionally glancing through your window to make sure you're okay. one time he caught you freshly out of the shower with your towel nowhere in sight--you were out of clean ones and had to go digging--and he felt so bad about it he couldn't be around your place for weeks. but you deserve protection and all the love in the world, and if he can't give you one he can at least give you the other. at this point he would never forgive himself, he would probably burn down the whole city if what happened to him and Shelley happened to you. he would truly lose his mind.

it's only when you catch him that he has to stop and think on what he's doing, because there's no way he can explain himself properly--perching atop the roof of your apartment with the crow grooming its feathers at his side. when you stumble across him he wasn't even paying attention, just keeping an ear out for any screams or cries for help, but you mesmerize him because you're just so....so...

"are you....cold?"

kind. you're so warm he couldn't think of shivering in your presence. from that day on you're aware of his presence but you don't mind it. you welcome it. you don't know who he really is and you probably wouldn't believe him if he told you, but you welcome him in and that's fine because he really, truly is in love with you now. he has to be. because there's no way that his silent heart would start beating again for any other reason, even if it's just a trick of the mind and it's not really true. you touch his hands and feel cold skin and he's definitely still not alive, but he doesn't feel quite as dead as he was, and every day he spends growing closer and closer to you he feels death growing into a curse over a promise. maybe he doesn't really want to go back to sleep after all...not if the world has people like you, and not if a person like you could start feeling something for a restless, morbid soul like him.