#ok back to our normal broadcast

[jyoongim]

OK SO I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD REQUEST ALASTOR X READER??? I AM OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF ALASTOR CUDDLING UP WITH THE READER (soft spot🥺) BUT HIS SHADOW ALSO JOINS IN (bc it has a mind of it's own and likes the attention that the reader gives it) ILY UR WRITING SO SO MUCHHH IT HAS ME FOAMING AT THE MOUTH \(⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)/

Supeeerrr fluffy and cute!

The radio played in the background as you snuggled against Alastor. It had been a pretty long day and after his radio broadcast, the red demon came to your shared room to relax for the night. 

You were doing a crossword and Alastor was reading a book, it was pure bliss.

It must have grown late as the chiming of the clock rung through the hotel.

You let out a yawn and set your puzzle down and really cozied up to the demon.

”I think we should see Rosie for lunch, I heard she has inquired new flavors of pinkies and I am dying to try them” you said as you began to get comfortable.

Alastor let out a hum, seemingly to agree.

He was too busy soaking up the warmth your soft body provided, happily curling his limbs around yours.

Your fingers danced across his features, tracing his face, twirling his hair and playing with his ears. They flicked about as you tickled the fluff around them.

A soft shriek caught your attention and looking up you see Alastor’s shadow peering down at you.

The shadow had a happy smile on its face, flitting about the wall and finally following your movements on the wall.

You smiled and using your own shadow to curl around it.

Alastor cut his eyes to watch as his shadow practically had heart eyes as your shadow nuzzled his. You watched as they danced around the walls, before your shadow settled back in place and returned to normal.

Alastor’s shadow dawned a sad look, before sliding down the headboard and curling around you. You giggled at the buzzing feeling it gave, feeling the shadow squeeze you as it settled on your side of the bed.

Alastor sucked his teeth at the entity, making the shadow’s face etch into a wide sharp grin as it happily snuggled against you, purring.

You were always in awe at Alastor’s shadow. It rarely left its owner, but it was always willing to be by your side. Your own shadow manifested and the two chirped happily with hearts as they morphed together, cuddling themselves.

”Aww even our shadows adore each other” you said yawning, head leaning against Alastor.

He took a look at the shadows and watched as the two tangled together.

He nuzzled you, sighing as he felt sleep try to overcome him

”It seems so my dear. Seems even the shadows like a good snuggle every now and again”

[lyss-butterscotch]

hello!! I saw you mention your AU a few times, i'm really curious what it's all about! give us the lore 👀

OHOHO a chance to ramble about my hcs yes please and thank you ^-^

Gonna be a loooong post since I'm gonna use this as reference later too and maybe changed according to stuff that i add in

All game events all the way to between Monk and Rivulet is the same. Suns' failing to reach Pebbles, Pebbles' rot, Moon's collapse, and Sig reviving Moon happened.

After Moon's last broadcast during Spearmaster, Suns has spent all this time developing a Travel Puppet.

What's a Travel Puppet?

Another iterator puppet basically, one that is more equipped to move outside the can

It is powered by several neurons and a minor rarefaction cell.

Iterators transfer their sentient AI to the travel puppet to use it, but the Chamber Puppet MUST deactivate and the superstructure goes on Sleep Mode. This is done to prevent excessive water intake (like Pebbles' case when he ran multiple parallel experiments, it'll take alot of processing to have TWO puppets working)

Travel Puppets does NOT replace or have the same functions as Chamber Puppets (ex. Moon)

Travel Puppets has limited memory, limited processing power, no telekenesis, and no access to the superstructure network. But as reinforced robots they are atleast strong and can still somewhat check in on their superstructures via overseers. This is also why I assigned them with weapons.

Travel Puppets are made with biomechanical parts without the self-destruction taboo or any related directives assuming the creator used fresh materials, therefore can be used to do restricted maintenance and modifications towards the superstructure.

Travel Puppets have no default template and later on each iterators can make their own puppets with different modifications and capabilities.

If a Travel Puppet breaks, the iterator can choose to transfer their AI back to the Chamber Puppet. If the Travel Puppet's cell is compromised it will explode.

So Suns used their new puppet to walk to Pebbles and try to get him to stop before fully succumbing to the rot. Mind you this is before Suns added the vulture wings and claws modifications.

Well it works (gonna write the confrontation at some point sobs). Pebbles stopped his experiments and later on used the Travel Puppet freedom to do install Subzero blast cooling modifications in an attempt to kill off the rot.

Everyone in the international sphere eventually hears the news about the loophole that the Travel Puppet brings and it became a widespread thing. You can assume that some finally can do life-saving maintenance on their structures or finally went off to ascend, our main cast continues to live because i want them to live out a normal life ok.

After they were able to repair themselves, the local group tried to help Moon rebuild her structure or salvage what's left before deciding it was too far gone. So Moon is given a permanent Travel Puppet to reside in and she loves to travel especially with scug colonies. For everyone else i'll still haven't thought of so I may update this post but you can assume they all do alot of visiting and travelling!

[floral-moon-light]

Ok, the entirety of Purgatory for the QSMP is now officially over, so I am going to talk about it and the Cucurucho streams and related media that has poped up! I'm not going to give a day to day rundown of Pergatory, so if you came for that I suggest instead going for the vods. Personally there was to much fighting, sound, and general chaos (along side the fact that the majority of the streams were long) for me to give a good recap of all the days.

However, I will give a timeline of events outside Purgatory; if you do not want to be spoiled about Cucurucho's actions or any related news, I suggest you look at the QSMP Twitter and Cucuruchos streams!

Ok, so timeline of the events on Pergatory and QSMP.

QSMP Islanders wake up on Egg island and are split into 3 teams: Bolas!?! Headed by Philza, Soulfire headed by Tubbo, and the Green Gay Ninjas headed by Etoiles. Where the teams would spend 2 weeks competing to try and save some of the eggs.

At the half way point (day 7 or 8) the Green Gay Ninjas team were eliminated, and roughly the same day we got the first of 2 streams with Cucurucho as our main actor. The stream at the beginning was just Cucurucho at his home going about his normal life outside of being in charge of the local Federation branch. However, during this we get the actual timeline of when this happened in the flow of Purgatory. The video that played while sending the islanders off the island played before Cucurucho's eyes and the bear was from the sounds of it confused on what was going on. Pointing to the fact that Cucurucho was either not kept in the loop, or that potential the broadcast was not actually the federations doing. After which Cucurucho gets an island report from a federation worker with glasses (which, cute) that points to a huge problem involving what we later learn is called the "shadow virus" before calling for a meeting with all available federation workers.

During this meeting we learn a few things (this is I no particular order). 1. The workers and guards are definitely scared from Cellbit's murder spree, but do not known it was him. 2. The coffee machine is broken and a federation worker is not happy about this fact or the fact they have to drink tea instead. 3. A worker reports that while the islanders were sent off because of matanance, they have lost complete contact with them likely due to a third party (-cough cough-eyeball man -cough cough-). And as such suggested sending someone off to try and gain contact and return the islanders to the island. 4. The scientific team has yet to figure out anything involving the black concrete 5. Fred is still missing and the federation workers are worried. 6. The code entities were trying to send out a signal... And the reporting federation member also mention a plan to fource all federation members to drink apple juice?

Honestly part of what the initial meeting showed along side all that was revealed was the individual personalities of all the federation workers. Something Cucurucho does not reprimand them for, instead just seeming to sigh at.

After this Cucurucho sets all but one federation worker/guard to go clean up the black concrete, with the last member being sent off to Egg island. Cucurucho also left a note for Forever asking to talk.

After this we a stream showing us the federation worker that was sent off on Egg island, infected by the shadow virus and seemingly being forced to help direct the team allocation of green between the two remaining teams, before the worker promptly drops dead.

We don't see the last Cucurucho stream till either the 17th or the 18th where in we are given a tour of part of the upper level of Cucuruchos home before He sets of back to the federation office for an update meeting with all workers not in the med bay or in a good enough state to preform tasks and talk.

We see that the office has been mostly cleaned up, but the shadow virus now infects the majority of the federation workers with one worker being infected by something else. Once in the meeting room, where a table had been set up closer to the podium a new set of reports was given (interrupted on occasion by Cucurucho getting distracted by lizards that are somehow in the facility.)

(also, new Cucuruchovoice lines!) the updated reports are: 1. There is still no progress on the murders, but it is very likely an Island member conducting the action. 2. All actions to try and trace the islanders have failed, and the worker sent off was also lost. While mentioning that the islanders left by a non-official route. 3. The eggs are still missing, and they have no apparent leads on what happened to them. As well as mentioning that the Eggs should not have been able to leave on their own... Also, the apple juice worker again says a plan to get all to drink it. 4. ... The coffee maker is still broken, and the worker seems to be going insane from the tea... 5. As well as a report of while cleaning resident homes of the black concrete finding code monster residual.

The last report was an unofficial one while the group checked out the progress on removing the black concrete... During this, Cucurucho fell into a deep hole that was left unfixed in front of the bridge to the president's office, leading to Cucurucho giving an exasperated sigh before saying "it's tough to be a boss sometimes". The unofficial report reports the biggest spot of the second virus problem, this time relating back to the code monsters and the code egg. Leading to samples being taken.

After this, while Cucurucho went to leave a note to Foolish with a guard and a single worker once of the little eyeball creatures from Pergatory (Luffy) sails into the area and Cucurucho has a brief interaction with them as the child reveals "purgatory" that something is happening with the residents, as well as the instigator of Pergatory. Eventually leading Luffy to be taken into custody to gain more information before Cucurucho goes home with the picture of the purgatory man as he questions who they are in relation to this incident.

After this the end of predatory happens where a tie is broken between the Bolas and soulfire team in Bolas's favor. After which the predatory man reveals they have a spy in their talks and tells them to play hide and seek with him. Bringing them to an area with a federation worker with a single eye before the eggs are revealed, as well as El Quackity being the spy. It is then revealed that the egg "choice" was a single egg chosen by luck, before a confrintation leads to the island creator setting off a nuke timber. That leads to most of the islanders not making it off? (certain. Need official channal information that might not be available till wensdsy if Phil can't get on QSMP tomorrow.)

Also, on the official twitter a video of Richarlison having survived the bomb is shown as well as a missing poster for... Cucurucho...

Whatever is going on has just made everything much more confusing.

Also, just an odd note, has the QSMP info canal logo changed to a black cucurucho face for anyone else (or... A white shirted man screaming?)? Or is this just me...

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Cody sobbed, curled on the couch as that, that- deer man, called for him. He was alone with Heatwave and Boulder at the firehouse, his lungs aching from running all the way from the Greenes lab through the tunnels. Boulder had grabbed him and fought off the demon, sealing them and Heatwave inside. Chase and Blades and the rest of Cody's family were stuck in town, unable to break through the shield Alastor threw over the firehouse.

"Cody. You know you belong to me."

"I- I swear, I didn't, believe me! I knew something was wrong, so I kept him away and signed nothing, ok, he shouldn't be here after I said no, why isn't he gone?" His voice shook, clutching the hand that was so close to sealing the deal, to taking thar monster's hand.

"Cody... we have business to settle. You did a very bad thing, almost gained a place with me. It's a shame you couldn't follow through. Your mother could."

His voice shook the walls, the sigils Boulder had painted out of habit over the garage doors glowed. They were just a superstition, something Charlie let him paint on a little after they had arrived. You could barely see them. The script was painted in almost the same color as the walls, but they held, the intention held, so until Pastor Mike arrived, and Chase broke through the barrier, Cody would be safe as long as he stayed away from the creature knocking on the doors, pleading to be let inside.

The man brought with him red rumbling skies, dark clouds, and an oppressive humidity to every breath taken. Alastor had taken Frankie as collateral, her mother's cross fastened around her neck, warning her of danger beyond the grave, that the old summoning board found in Charlie Burns' closet wasn't some old board game bought at the store.

No, it was the real deal, and poor Frankie paid the price. She was alive, but comatose, floating in a blood-red bubble above Alastor's head. He couldn't harm her, but could take Cody, for the reason of his conception.

Cody was the product of a deal.

The board was blessed by Catherine, Cody's mother, a pastor's daughter who knew her prayers forwards and backward, but knowledge of the Bible didn't protect her from Alastor in the end.

After all, Alastor was a faithful Southern Baptist in life, and hell didn't scare him, despite his dear mother's efforts.

The point was, he knew his prayers too.

Backwards and forward.

Alastor pounded on the garage doors, hearing the singular broadcast leaving the firehouse.

"Prime? Prime! If you are hearing this, get down here NOW. There's a pit beast at our doors, and he's here for Cody. We will be okay for a few days, but if the human priest can't banish it, you will have to step in, for Cody's sake. We can't fight it. Our faith is the only thing keeping it out of the firehouse. This is Heatwave of Sigma 17, signing off."

Alastor frowned. He's had many types of priests called him over the decades, but never a "Prime." He smiled wider. This could be fun.

Heatwave ran back downstairs, sitting next to his charge. Like it or not, if Cody gets dragged down, so will he.

"Cody, Catherine, oh, I love a matching set of sinners in my arsenal."

Alastor screeched, clawing at the doors again. No matter what he did, he couldn't shred the thin metal under his claws.

He leered through the big front windows, tapping on the glass with his microphone.

"What are you doing there, my lambs? Preparing for hell? Silly Silly tin cans, so willing to fall with him. I'll have you holding up the pillars of my hotel till the end of time for this little inconvenience"

Alastor threw his head back and howled with laughter, his curled antlers shaking.

BONG

The firehouse bell, a decommissioned church bell, rang loudly, the sound pushing Alastor back. It burned his antler down to its normal size, Alastor cursing in Latin as he backed away to recover.

"REALLY, CODY? You think a bell could stop ME?"

Inside, Cody shivered despite the heat. "I want my dad." He cried out, curling up against Heatwave's hand as he scooped him into his cab.

"I promise Cody, I will protect you."

The pounding continued, Alastor pulling back his antlers to avoid disturbing the bell again.

Chase broke through the shields, letting the pastor through while the others stayed behind.

"Ah! I was wondering when they would throw in a faithful lamb."

Alastor smiled wider, his grip on his microphone tightening. This was always the hard part. His own faith worked against him on this front, but he has succeeded in spite of it in the past, and this would be no different.

"Reverend Michael Rivers, correct?"

Mike said nothing, confirmed nothing. He couldn't risk anything. "Release the girl, then we will talk." He commanded, ignoring the whispers in his ears to stand down, let Alastor win- Alastor? "Your name is Alastor. Let the girl go."

The demon laughed.

"That's not how that works. But, I am feeling generous, and she's not the one I am looking for, so it's right to at least give you this. After I drag down both tin cans and my prize, it won't matter anyway."

Alastor threw Frankie through the shield, Blades catching her in the knick of time. She groaned, and coughed up black foam from her lungs.

Pastor Mike tried his best, using every trick he could think of to force Alastor to leave Cody be.

It wasn't his efforts that got Alastor to leave, but his own boredom.

"Well, this is going nowhere. No fight, no leverage. You won this round, but know that the Radio Demon always wins."

Alastor sunk into his portal, the shield disapating as he disappeared back into hell.

The sky cleared, birds chirping as life returned to normalcy.

Inside the firehouse, the air cooled. Cody sniffed and wiped away his tears as Chase opened the garage doors.

"Cody?" He called out.

"He's right here." Heatwave said, getting up off the floor. Boulder smiled and waved at him.

He had gone nonverbal during the fighting, and it would be a few days before he would speak more than necessary.

Charlie left the bots to babysit while the adults talked. Chase left to bring Frankie to the urgent care in town, since the cross she wore left a burn where it and the chain it was on touched her due to being surrounded by Alastor's magic. Dani drove, Graham staying with them.

"Why that - he got what he asked." Charlie sat at the kitchen table, wiping at his eyes. "He wanted our stillborn daughter's corpse for- for- I can't even understand why. He drank her blood and then made Cathy prepare her like a suckling pig - his words, not mine. He ate the entrails and guts, Cathy the meat. He made her eat it while I watched. He then sealed the rest in a coffin and took it with him. Two months later, Cody was concieved without issue. That was it. Nothing about Cody being his son."

Pastor Mike set his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. "You didn't know. Nobody knew. I didn't, and Cathy and I were thick as thieves. I will bless the site, leave you with some holy water, and crosses to put in your and Cody's bedroom. I know Boulder is going to retouch all the sigils and paint more where he thinks they would be beneficial. I want you to do the same with the crosses, paint them if you can't put them up."

Charlie looked up at him. "You think that would work?"

"I pray it does." He answered gravely.

"How about the bots? Are you worried that maybe something the prime does can disrupt what you did?" Kade asked. He chose to ignore the part about his mother eating his younger sister. That was a whole other conversation for another day.

"The difference between a piece of wood and a cross is the belief in it." Pastor Mike answered. "No amount on preaching I can do to the bots can help or harm them if they don't believe in it. If our neighbors downstairs believe that the prime can help, then in my mind, the prime will help my efforts, not stiffle it."

"Alrighty then." Kade said, not sounding convinced.

[kvetchlandia]

Uncredited Photographer     Jello Biafra and Frank Zappa     1985

Frank Zappa's first impact on me was in ninth grade. We'd go to a friend's house near school during lunch hour, and roll on the floor laughing at the Mothermania LP on Verve. The all-too-true satire in the grooves gave us strength--it wasn't just OK to be a mutant, it was damn good fun. Terrorizing normal classmates with my very existence was something to be proud of. In high school, I joined the radio club that broadcast music into the cafeteria during lunch hour. Crushed when people didn't dig the obscure sounds we were trying to turn them on to, we started playing music designed to make them mad. Big band records dug out of the store room got a reaction, but not as much as the jocks storming the barred studio windows over "Brown Shoes Don't Make It." By then the Zappa fans (we all knew each other) had memorized every word on his albums. For drama class, I directed a stage adaptation of "Billy the Mountain." Due in no small part to Frank, my musical horizons expanded too: the avant-electronics on Freak Out, jazz and fusion on Hot Rats and Weasels Ripped My Flesh, symphonic forays on Lumpy Gravy and Uncle Meat, and seamless ventures into funk and progressive by the time of Roxy and Elsewhere. All crowned by Frank's fountain of humor. Those album covers! Those titles! When most rock trailblazers were running out of ideas, Frank had more and more. Without touching drugs, no less. In 200 Motels, he called his work "comedy music," but we knew better. I didn't truly grasp what a brilliant production wizard Frank was in the studio until Dead Kennedys' drummer D.H. Peligro played "Apostrophe" in the van late one night as we crossed the Canadian Rockies in a snowstorm. Here was Frank changing sound and atmospheres every 30 seconds and somehow making it all work--Phil Spector one minute, Roy Thomas Baker the next. I was floored. When Tipper Gore and her Religious Right pals sat across from their husbands and lied at the '85 Senate anti-music hearings, I couldn't believe it. No one fought back. When Frank finally took them on with his wit and fire and intelligence, it truly showed how out-of-it and spineless the rest of the commercial music industry is to this day. Everything Frank predicted about half-hearted '60s idealists in "We're Only In It for the Money" had come true. People thought I was crazy when I said Tipper and the Washington Stepford Wives were a Trojan Horse for the religious right and were out to bust people. Within weeks, it happened to me. Frank called my house (not the other way around) offering friendship and some very valuable advice, 'Remember: You are the victim. When you fight back, do it with dignity.' About the only silver lining from Dead Kennedys' Frankenchrist album obscenity trial was getting to meet Frank and come to his--well, let's call it a lab. Straight from the "True Cheepnis" monster movies he loved, there were loose wires and bits of equipment in the den, creeping out from under the couch. The Xerox machine was in the shower. A piece of metal collage from the Burnt Weeny Sandwich cover hung from a wall. My generation has not produced anyone the caliber of Frank Zappa. I see no one on the horizon even interested in mastering rock, jazz, classical, studio production, and above all intelligence and humor the way Frank did. Unlike most entertainment icons, he wasn't afraid to keep growing. When Czechoslovakia's Velvet Revolution came, Frank was energized. When he announced his candidacy for president to wake up our country, no one claimed it was to further his own career. Could he have been our Vaclav Havel? We need something like that in the worst kind of way. More likely it will take all of us, and a few thousand more, if we ever hope to fill Frank's shoes.

-- Jello Biafra, “Tribute to Frank Zappa”  1997

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Vol:13 - Looking back at the 25th Anniversary tour. 

*As soon as the wait screen appears, the sound of the director instructing Kaoru about the plan for the free half and the paid half can be heard. A few comments pop up saying, "We can hear you" etc, and the mics are promptly turned off until the official start time😅*

K: Hi, and welcome to The Freedom of Expression live on our Niconama channel. Im Kaoru from Dir en grey. 

J: Im Joe Yokomizo. 

T: And Im Tasai from Tokyo Sports. 

*applause*

K: Its been a while since we were here. 

J: This studio? It has, yeh. Is this where we did the Christmas tree last year?

K: Was that last year? Yeh, last year. 

J: Was it this year?

T: It was last year, wasn't it? Eh?! Was that last year??

K: Eh? haha

J: It was last year, right?

T: Yeh, yeh. It was last year. 

J: Since covid though, don't you feel like its kinda hard to know what happened when over these last two years? Don't you like, lose a sense of it? Or is that just me getting old?

K: Hm, Im not sure. 

J: We did do the tree here though, right?

K: Yeah, we did. And we made that cake. 

J: We did! 

T: Oh, yes. 

K: And we made Takoyaki. It makes me think we are gonna eat whenever I come here. And we had all the Umaibos!

J: Was it here where we went up to the roof at New Year?

K: Oh, what was it?...Bubbles, and stuff. 

J: Was that here?

K: Yeah, I think it was. 

T: *reading comments* One year since the cake, that black cake.  

K: *notices the comments* Eh?! It looks like umaibo. (*there is a kind of wierd graphic in the comments*)

J: Woah. How do they do that? People are so creative. Ahh, the cake of darkness, yeh. 

T: That tasted good. 

J: Ah, memories, memories. Well, anyway, today we dont have any cake, or Christmas activities, but more importantly, Kaoru, congratulations on completing the 25th anniversary tour!

*applause* 

K: Thank you. 

J: So, the tour is now finished, after starting on October 25th and continuing nationwide. And you did one extra show on Dec 16th, with audience cheering allowed! I wonder if anyone who went to that show is watching now? I think a lot of the people watching us today will have gone to at least one show during the tour...Oh, whats that? Kaoru's mic is hitting his necklace? 

*Kaoru fixes his mic*

T: (*reading comments*) "Thank you for coming to Tokorozawa!"

J: Ah, "I went to Shinjuku". That has become a legendary performance. 

T: "It was so much fun!"

J: "At last, I could use my voice!" Ahh, keep sending in your comments. Oh, so by the way, the theme of this live broadcast is 'Tour 22: From Depression to____ After-Talk Special'!

*applause*

J: Ahh, "I couldn't get tickets to Shinjuku", "I went to Sendai", "I went to Osaka and Amagasaki". Ok, so Leader, the tour is over, but first just give us a quick word on your feelings about it. 

K: Well, hmm, a lot of people came, so I'm really thankful to everyone who did. 

J: I see. Tasai, what would you like to ask?

T: Well, I went to Haneda. It was quite a different feeling there. It looked like you guys were having a lot of fun on stage, but how was it really for you?

K: Well...I'm gonna get a bit serious here, haha...Uh, well, normally we'd release an album, and do a tour, and the songs would be all kinda new, right? So as we do the tour, we'd be kinda gradually chasing the songs up to a higher level as we play them. But this time, we've already done all there is to do with these songs...It might sound strange to say it, but there is nothing higher to achieve with them. Plus, parts of them are ingrained in us, so we know exactly how they will flow out. 

J: You mean, you've perfected them live?

K: Yeah, so it wasn't really a case of 'How is this tour going to go?', but rather, 'How can we make each day exciting?'. So, that was actually quite difficult, haha.

T: Ah, like retaining your motivation?

K: Yeh, or like trying to decide which parts we need to spice up on each day, and stuff. It wouldn't be very exciting if we just played the songs the same old way as usual. I mean, even for us too. So we kinda fumbled along, trying to make each day of the tour exciting. 

J: I see, so if you have a new album out, your big goal is to perfect the songs live, but with these songs that you already know so well, you had to kind of set yourself new objectives, or missions for each day of the tour?

K: Yes. It also reminded me of my past self, well, in my playing style too, but also in my movements and stuff. It was almost as if my past self was trying to emerge, I remembered how I used to be on stage. It felt too different from my current self, and I didn't really want to go there. That was hard for me.  

J: Well, a live show is a bit like a documentary of current times, so in that sense, you didn't want to fall back into your old habits?

K: You could say that, for me. It was difficult anyway. 

T: What exactly do you mean by your past self emerging? 

K: Well, it could be anything. When I'm playing a song, the feelings I had in the past emerge in my body, you know? I mean, I don't know if thats actually how I really was, but, you know? 

J: It happens spontaneously, right?

K: Also, we had a bit of leeway with them this time, right?

J: Ah, yeh, because they are not new songs? 

K: So, I ended up feeling like I need to do something different with them. I could simply just play them as they were, but I did end up feeling like I need to do something with them. I had this kind of ongoing internal conflict in my head..'You don't need to change it, its fine', and 'Oh, you need to do something with this!'. 

J: Were there any parts of the tour where you really tried to challenge yourself with the old material?

K: Well, no, in that sense we put a group of recent songs in the middle of each set, then we put in the new 'ain't' after those. That was the part where we could challenge our current selves. So thats what we considered while making the rest of each setlist. 

J: I see. Someone asked, "How do you feel about the re-recorded versions?" Everyone is sending a lot of enthusiastic questions. But, I was gonna say, a live show happens in the moment, right? So you must have had a lot of incidents ocurring on tour, like in the dressing rooms, or in transit etc? Can you tell us about anything that happened during this tour? 

K: Now? Incidents?(*thinks*)

J: Yeah, backstage gossip. We wanna hear about it. 

K: Well, at Haneda, my amp broke. 

T: Which day at Haneda??

K: Day 1, during the rehearsal before the main show. (*To his manager off camera*) It was day 1 wasn't it? Yeah. So we had an emergency substitute brought in. Oh, no, actually on that day we just used a back up one that we already had, but we got a proper substitute in for the following day. I still havn't got mine back yet. 

J: Oh, its still being repaired?

K: Yeah. 

J: ???

K: Well, the staff did their best.

J: Ahh, I see. Well, this kind of thing can happen on tour. 

T: What about food? Did you eat anything nice?

K: Well, we went to Hokkaido at long last. I ate some nice things in Hokkaido. Well, there is good food everywhere though. 

J: Well yeah. What did you eat in Hokkaido?

K: Seafood...Uh, I had Shirako ponzu (*cod milt/sperm with ponzu sauce*)

J: Ahhhh, I wanna eat that!!

K: Hahaha

J: I couldn't go to any of the regional dates, I wanted to go to Osaka though.

K: They don't call it shirako in Hokkaido though, do they? What do they call it again? Tachi?

J: So like 'tachi ponzu'? 

K: Tachipon. 

J: Ahh, did you have sake with it?

K: No, I had a highball. Haha

J: You always drink highballs!

T: Thats the type of thing that would come up in a Kaoru quiz. 

J: Oh, will it?

T: Yeah, you have to remember this. 

K: For another time, right? haha. 

J: Yes, for another time. Thats the keyword to remember with Tachipon. Oh, look, some people are saying they went to Hokkaido. Well, we'll talk more about those details later, but for now the director is telling us to move to the next page. 

(*They all pick up thier notes and turn the page*) 

J: Ok, just notifications to read out. Uh, on this show we really, really welcome lots of comments and messages. Suppport, thoughts, feelings about the show, anything is ok, so please send them in. Twitter users can use the hashtag TFOE. The first part of this show is free for anyone to watch, but the second part is for channel members only. As a member, you can watch the live broadcasts in the archives for one year, and there are also members only videos for you to see, so please everyone...can you see the link at the top of your screen? Leader, point to it. Thank you. Everyone, please use this link to become a member and stay with us to the end. Ok, so for this 25th Anniversary Tour After-Talk Special, here is our first corner. "Ego-surfing for reports of the tour!"

T: Lets do it!

J: We did this once when the album was released, right?

K: Yeah 

J: Well we are going to do another forbidden search, now that the tour is over. Its scary, right?! Searching for yourself online. Eh, someone said  "Aghhh, don't do it!" No, we will do this live. Tasai is currently searching on the PC, but this same Tasai has an injured foot. 

T: Haha, sorry. 

J: What happened? Show us. 

(*Tasai lifts up a bandaged foot*)

T: Its embarrassing, haha. 

J: What happened?

T: I fell over. 

J: Where? 

T: In front of my office. 

J: Ehhh?! Were you drunk?!

T: No I was just setting off for home like normal, and there was a pothole in the road. My foot got caught in it and I fell over sideways. 

J: Honestly though, Leader, don't you think Tasai has gotten bigger? I think he has. 

K: Well, he looks big. 

T: Oh dear, thats not good. What should I do?

J: Whats your weight?

T: About 100kg. 

J: I bet it is, that sounds about right. You fall in a hole with that much weight, this is what happens! How embarrassing. 

K: (*Laughing at Joe*) How embarrassing? Hahaha

J: Look, someone said, "I want to nurse him"

T: Thank you. 

J: There are people like that out there! When you get guys like me laughing at your pain and embarrassment, there are still people out there who want to nurse you. Haha, someone said, "He's getting plump" haha, "Tasai is becoming a Titan". Oh, ok  yes, lets do some ego-sufing. 

T: (*Reading tweets*) Ok, whats this one..."ワシら(wasihra/us)"

K: Thats my tweet, haha.

T: Hahaha  

J: The first one you chose, and its Kaoru's?? Oh, right, Im being told to explain the hashtag. Right, yes. So what we are doing is searching on Twitter for tweets about the tour. We want to see the reports from people who went to see the lives. We are searching using the tag DIRENGREY25th, so if you havn't already tweeted your thoughts, do it now with this tag, and the injured Tasai may just pick up your comment. 

K: These tweets go right back to the start of the tour. 

J: There's so many, its hard to choose, right?

K: Should I do the scrolling (*takes over*)

J: Poor Tasai with his foot, he can't move much. 

T: Haha 

J: Well, if you remember when we did this with Phalaris, even if you write something now, it might still get seen. 

K: (*Reading a tweet*) "There were a load of songs from Vulagar and Withering to Death, it was a great setlist. I wish they had played The Final and Obscure though". 

J: Ahhh

K: Ahh, we didn't play those two on this day. We did on other days, just not this day. 

J: I see, yeh. It depends on the day. Well, later we will talk more about how every single day was different, the director is telling me. 

K: Haha, they weren't that different from each other. They were only a little bit different each time. 

T: You can talk about the reasons for the changes and stuff. 

K: No no, its not that we planned to change stuff, its just like I said before, we just needed to make each day more exciting by changing little things here and there. 

J: Oh, so you didn't have a big plan from the start to make each day totally different?

K: No no. 

J: It was just a little bit to keep up the excitement after each show. 

K: Yeah. 

J: So would you like, finalise or change up your setlists at the last moment?

K: On the same day?

J: Yeah. 

K: Well, we have done that...

J: Amazing!

K: Well, I mean, thats not really a big deal for us. haha. The staff will have to change a few things round for us, but thats about it. 

J: Ahh, I see. (*reading comments*) "Thats backstage gossip too". Right?

K: (*Looking at computer screen*) These are all tweets from Sendai. 

J: Did something special happen at Sendai? 

K: No, no, I mean, we've only scrolled as far as Sendai, haha. 

T:(*Reads out a tweet mentioning Rasetsukoku*)

K: Hm, yeh, we played Rasetsukoku each time. Im just gonna scroll right down...Ah still Sendai.

J: There are so many tweets for each live. 

K: There's still tonnes. Tasai, I was hoping you would have scrolled a bit further by now. Hahaha. 

J: Yep, there they are both, scrolling away. Are you past Sendai yet?

K: Uh, Zepp Sapporo. 

T: (*Reads out a tweet saying that Saku was the first song*). Ah, starting with Saku!

J: Yeh, I noticed a few days started with Saku when I saw the setlists. Im honestly a bit envious. Starting with Saku is epic, right?!

K: Really?

J: Yes. 

K: Actually, we started with Rasetsukoku for the first two days. 

J: Oh, really?! Thats the rule??

K: The rule? Haha, no, we just decided off the cuff. 

J: Oh, is that it?

K: Yeah. 

(*Louds noise blares out. Kaoru looks shocked and wide-eyed. The sound goes off, and then the video stops for several mins. A message pops up informing of technical difficulties*) 

K: Ok 

J: Ok, we're back! We did it!

T: We're back!

J: The tech staff got us back. 

K: That was quite scary wasn't it?

J: Yeah! Like 'Kyaaaaa' all of a sudden. 

T: It was like a screech from another world. 

K: I was pretty shocked. 

J: Someone in the comments asked if it was Kyo. 

K: Haha

T: Haha. One comment said that its because Joe was predicted many blocked paths this year. You remember our shrine visit?

J: Ah, maybe thats it. I was predicted that at the start of the year, wasn't I?

K: It was Tasai's mic acting up though  wasn't it? And then this huge noise exploded. 

T: As soon as I talked about my leg, it started doing stuff. 

J: Tasai, you need to be purified at the shrine, you have evil on you. 

K: We went at the start of the year though, right?

J: But if its Tokyo Sports there could be all sorts hanging around. 

T: No, but since I hurt my foot, my wife won ¥10000 on the lottery, and WestLand, who I'm reporting on, won the M-1. So there are a lot of good things happening around me. 

K: What about us(Dir)? hahaha 

J: There's nothing bad hanging around you! Ehh, what could it be? Well, at least we've got the sound back. What were we talking about before? Oh, Saku!

T: Yeah, Saku. 

J: Where was it? Hokkaido! Saku was the first song in Hokkaido. 

T: You need a lot of power to burst open with Saku though, right? 

K: What else did we say? About how we opened with Rasetsukoku only on those two days. 

J: Yeah, I think the viewers probably heard that. So continuing the search. Actually there was a question about Sendai...something about a sauna in the dressing room? Did you go in the dressing room sauna?

K: Ahhh, no I didn't. 

J: Oh, more background noise? There is definitely some evil hanging around. 

T: Is it me??

K: We didn't hear anything here, right? Its better now?

J: Ah, lots of ghost emojis..."Its Rasetsukoku" (*land of rakshasas*)

K: Well, I mean, weird stuff just happens to us a lot. 

J: Yeah, so we are probably ok, right? 

T: Anyway lets do this search. 

J: Yes, lets get on with that. Someone wrote, "Sprinkle salt around Tasai's leg"

T: Haha 

J: Someone bring us some salt!

T: Haha, yes please. Ok, now we are at Nov 18th which is Amashin..

K: While we were off air, we did some mega scrolling, haha. 

J: Yeh, the sound guy and you two were working hard, I was just sat here. Sorry, haha. 

T: Ok, here's a tweet. "The speed at which Toshiya crossed the stage during KR cube was incredible!" Do you remember this Kaoru?

K: Uh, I dunno. Haha. He's being doing that for years though, right?

T: Another one, "C straight after Merciless Cult was amazing!" What do you think? This song order is great on the album too. 

K: Yeah, we tried that. I think we only did that once though. 

T: (*Correctly reads out a tweet containing a few song names*)

K: Oh, you really do know the songs! Just from this?!

T: Yes (*reads the name Mamachen/Marmalade Chainsaw*)

K: You even know Mamachen!

T: Yes, because I listen to them. 

K: Oh, thank you. 

T: (*Reading more tweets*) "It was amazing beyond words", also, "Toshiya is really macho" etc. 

K: (*scrolling*) Joe, speak for a bit. 

J: Ah, ok. There are a lot of comments coming here, as well as the tweets, especially about Toshiya cutting across the stage, like his legs are so long he can cross the stage in three steps.

T: No way!

J: Thats was was written in the comments! There are lots of comments about Toshiya..."I was happy to see Die all in red"...."I thought Toshiya's body was 90% legs"

K: Hahaha 

J: That must be a joke. But people are saying its right! Someone wrote that you were chasing each other around the stage at Amashin. 

K: Eh?

J: Were you chasing each other? 

K: Uh, no. What does that mean?

J: Give us some more details people...Did you chase the other members around the stage? 

K: Oh, like following behind? Yeh.

J: "Kaoru and Shinya chased Kyo"

K: Ahhh, yeh.

J: Also, "Kaoru's paper airplane"

K: Oh yeh, I did that. Where was that again?

J: Osaka? 

K: Yeh. I folded the setlist into a paper airplane while I was on stage, but my folding technique was a bit off. I folded it like this (*demonstrates with notes*), so it just flew in a vertical drop as soon as I threw it. Haha

J: It didn't even reach the audience??

K: It fell in the space just infront of the audience. 

J: Ah, someone just said it was Osaka day 2, the paper airplane story. If you guys have any other events from the tour that you want to know about, please send a comment...."The towel throwing was also great". Did you throw it far, Leader? 

K: Well, it flew. 

J: Oh, someone said the water bottles and towels flew as far as the second floor at Hatch. 

K: If you throw the water bottles right, they do go quite far. 

J: To the second floor?

K: Yeah. 

T: (*scrolling*) I think I've reached to the newest tweets...."I made so many memories, it was amazing. My neck is sore"..."I was glad they played Saku and Kodou"...Where is this? Hm, maybe Hatch day 2..."The 25th anniversary tour was great! KR was so much fun, and I've always wanted to hear songs like Wake, Drain, and Jessica live, so I cried a lot during the show"

K: Well, songs are like that. Each person has their own particular meaning and memories attached to each song. So yeh, I can understand that. 

T: It seems like there were a lot of songs from earlier albums. 

K: Well, that was decided by the song battle which Fujieda did. Sitting and talking by himself all that time, haha. But we tried to just include most of the highest ranking songs from that. The songs that we chose ourselves are actually very few. 

J: Ahh. "The mistake at the start of Jessica was also good" Did you make a mistake?

K: Yeah 

J: They spotted it. 

K: Well, we stopped the song. 

J:Oh! Please write where that was if you saw it, guys. "Thank you for spraying water on me, Kaoru". 

T: "The excitment was crazy with Rasetsukoku at the start". That must have been one of those two lives. 

K: Yeh, people like that song.

J: They really do. "Citta day 2"? Ahh. 

T: Also "They didn't play 'I'll' after all". A fan sent this with a crying emoji. 

K: Well, well, well...hahaha. 

T: Ok, I get you, haha. 

J: "I love Rasetsukoku so much, I want it at the start and the end!"

K: Nah...I don't think so, hahaha. I'd want a different song. 

J: Yeh, we get that they love it, but we need variety too. 

T: "Happy Birthday to my favourite guitarist, Die"

K: Ah, yeh, it was his birthday yesterday. 

J: Happy Birthday Die. 

T: Yes, Happy Birthday. Hm, what else can I find here.."It was so emotional at Shinjuku Blaze"

K: Oh yeh, it was the first time in ages for me to go to Kabukicho, the last time was for that talk event we did in Loft. 

J: Oh yes, that was 4 or 5 years ago, right? Ah, but Blaze, yes. 

K: Yeah, Kabukicho really doesn't suit me. Hahaha. 

J: Its so garish, right?

K: Well, it felt kind of dirty. 

J: Ahhh, yeh. 

K: Like, people lined up everywhere,  drinking. I know people do that from the daytime in Ueno and places too, but Kabukicho has a kind of slimy feel to it. 

J: Yeah, Shinjuku is unique. Uneo and places are different. 

T: People are commenting about Tōyoko (*トー横 - An area in Kabukicho*). 

K: Yeh , it was next to Tōyoko. 

J: But this was the first 'cheering allowed' live in ages, right? How was it?

T: Yeah, I wanted to go. 

K: Well...it was a step in the right direction. 

J: Yeah. So cheering was allowed from when the members appeared on stage?

K: Yes 

J: Ahh, somebody write how it felt in the comments! Well, as Leader said it was the first step. Uh, we will talk more about the setlist in the second half. Ah, someone said, "I cried". Well, of course yeh, its been a long time. 

T: (*Reads out a couple of tweets praising the Blaze live*) 

J: Oh, but that moment where the lights go down and everyone screams, right? 

K: But at first, when the lights changed, everyone clapped. 

J: Oh, out of habit? 

K: Yeh. Then when Shinya went out, he was the first out...thats when the cheering started. Well, as far as I heard.

J: Ah yeh. "I wanna scream their names". Yeah, people who couldn't go to Shinjuku will be feeling this. People really want to know whether cheering will be allowed at the tour next year?

K: Well, with current circumstances, the answer is no. It depends on each venue. A lot of them are saying that cheering is allowed at half capacity, which would be a bit tough for us. But if they say cheering is allowed at full capacity...well, I don't know yet. But for now, no. 

J: Its not really something a band can decide on their own, right? It depends on the venue and the region, but im sure people will understand. Anyway, we had a bit of a break earlier, but we are now at the end of the first part of the broadcast. I think we've made up for the part that we lost earlier. In the second part, we will take a much closer look at the setlists from the 25th Anniversary tour, so please join us for that. As was mentioned a bit earlier, each setlist was different!

K: Haha, I don't think thats such an impressive thing really though. 

J: Oh no no. Im not sure if the audience and the performers feel the same about this, but changing just one song can change the whole atmosphere, right?

K: Well, that is true, yes. 

J: So its really exciting for the audience, if they compare it to previous shows. You may even see setlists from the shows you went to, so please send in any questions you like. Ok, ill just inform you of how you can watch part 2. The next part is for channel members only, so you have to be a member if you want to watch to the end. Then you'll be able to watch this broadcast in the archives for a year, and we also have members only videos for you. In these we set various challenges for ourselves. There are some funny ones and some more serious ones. Ok, here's how to join. There should be a blue link at the top of your screen. Leader, point to it please. Thank you. Leader's fingers are on the move. If you click this link you will get a payment method screen. Thank you for pointing sideways, Leader. Choose you preferred method, click proceed, and then enter your info. Its really simple, so if you haven't already joined, please do so to stay with us to the end. Ok, Leader, before we switch over, do you have any announcements you'd like to make?

K: Announcements? 

J: If you have any. Its ok if you don't. 

K: Hmm, do I have any?

J: Haha, I don't know. For example, TheTheDay stuff, or something?

K: TheTheDay is the day after tomorrow. 

T: How about what you will eat tomorrow morning or something? haha

K: Should I really announce that? haha. 

J: I think you could. 

K: I haven't decided yet, haha. Oh, just earlier...today we were rehearsing for the New Year festival, and I had a bit of time before coming here, so I got some ramen, but the soup was lukewarm. It was so disappointing. 

T: Hahaha

J: Ahhh, what a shame for your post-rehearsal ramen!

T: Thats quite an important announcement. 

J: Yeah, it is. 

K: I was disappointed. 

J: Yeah. What will the New Year festival be like? Well, you probably can't say anything, right? 

K: Nah. Anyway, we don't even have a timetable yet. 

J: Well, we can look forward to it. Someone asked what kind of ramen you had?

K: Soy sauce type. 

J: Is that your usual type?

K: No, I like miso, soy sauce, tonkotsu, anything salty, but I guess if im trying a place for the first time, i would choose soy sauce. 

J: Ahh, but still, the sauce was lukewarm. Well, lets get rid of your disappointment and cheer you up in the second part. 

K: In Hokkaido I had miso ramen. It was the first time in absolutely ages to have ramen in the middle of the night after drinking. 

J: Ah, but I guess you didn't care much if you were drunk?

K: I wasn't that drunk though. 

J: Was it like, you went straight in without having to wait in line?

K: I did have to wait. 

J: Oh, you did? Ahh, someone wrote "ramen report". Maybe we will have to do that next year. Ok, we will stop here to switch over. The change over screen will appear for a moment, so members hang tight. See you in part 2 for more 25th Anniversary tour talk!

[seongminiz]

vampire!minhee 📝 — 🛹

never a day of peace on thsi account stop attacking me

no bc ..

VAMPIRE!MINHEE ?!!???!!??!!!

like i already think normal minhee would have an oral fixation And a biting kink but VAMPIRE MINHEE ???!!??????

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ok back to our regular broadcast uhhh

😀

im so normal i swear (im not) im trying to come up with a normal thought but im struggling

vampire!minhee whos so possessive n doesn't just bite u to feed off ur blood but also to mark u to make sure everyone (human or not) knows u r off limits

literally started kicking my feet n punching the air i need to be sedated or completely put down

[chynandri]

New Start GO! 🌸 Anniversary 1

Three days later. Fourth day of the work experience

Mitsuru: Nii~chan Nii~chan! Look at this computer! I didn’t even do anything and it broke!?

Nazuna: Shh~ Don’t yell, Mitsuru-chin. The computer is processing data. It looks like it just froze, that’s all.

It’ll be back to normal in a moment. You can calm down a little.

Mitsuru: I-I understand. Deep breath…… hhh, hhhuu♪

Oh oh. It’s working! As expected of Nii~chan, you’re really handy with these things!

Nazuna: I guess so, after all I had a lot of opportunities to use tech in the broadcasting committee~ Makoto-chin taught me too, so when it comes to computer problems I have some idea of what to do.

Why don’t I help Mitsuru-chin enter the data? I’ve mastered work like accounting during our unit activities.

Mitsuru: Ah, really? Then please help me!

In exchange, I’ll go make some tea for Nii~chan and everyone♪ I’ll deliver it to the office and program staff, and Anzu nee-chan too!

Please and thank you, Nii~chan! Dash~♪

Tomoya: Ah, with that he dashed to the kitchen.

Though I appreciate him going to make tea for us, it’s best that he actually learned the basics of using a computer…..

Ahh, he’s not even here so there’s no point saying anything.

Mitsuru’s weaknesses and strengths are really obvious, huh~?

Hajime: Haha, I think it’s really because Mitsuru-kun’s personality is so upbeat that he’s able to boost everyone’s team spirit and get along with them.

Because we’re so focused on work itself, we don’t think about this aspect at all.

Nazuna: It’s using everyone’s talents to their fullest, I guess~ These past few days we’ve tried out various departments and everyone’s strengths were demonstrated.

Mitsuru-chin was extremely active in the sales department, while Tomo-chin was outstanding in the general affairs department, right?

On the first day I was hesitant and anxious, but now everyone’s shown that they can contribute in various ways. It’s a relief.

Hajime: It is. There’s two days left, let’s keep up this attitude and continue working hard♪

Tomoya: Mn. Let’s make ‘New Start GO!’ an exciting program-

Alright. Let’s stop chatting and get back to work?

Mitsuru: Not good not good! This is bad~!

Tomoya: What’s wrong? You rushed over here all blue in the face…. is there another problem?

Mitsuru: Mhm. I was just at the kitchen, and there’s a young employee crying in there!

I was a little worried, but if I asked what’s wrong by myself I might’ve made him mad - so I came back to tell everyone!

Nazuna: So that’s it. Crying in the kitchen…. it’s hard not to worry about him.

Can we do something for him? Honestly, I know it’s a bit meddlesome, but who knows if the other person has something he can’t figure out.

Tomoya: You’re right. That person purposefully hid somewhere to cry in secret, so that means he could open up to us outsiders more easily about what’s bothering him….

If we can help him out, I wanna listen to his troubles.

Hajime: Anzu-senpai, please agree with us.

Hiding away to cry by himself, it’s a lot like how I was in the past. He shouldn’t be left alone.

Ten minutes later

Hajime: A-are you ok….?

Ah, don’t force yourself. You can respond when you’re feeling calmer.

Tomoya: It’s cold out, so Mitsuru and I will go buy some coffee or tea. Maybe drinking something warm will help you feel better.

Mitsuru: If there’s anything else you want, we’ll get it for you too~ We’ll leave listening to your worries to the experienced Nii~chan and Hajime-chan!

Nazuna: Thanks for being considerate. After all, if everyone’s gathered here it might be hard to open up.

I remember you’re the- let me think, a new employee at the PR department, right?

If there’s anything you want to share then please let us listen. Even though we may not be reliable, sometimes if you just get it off your chest, you’ll feel a lot better inside.

Nazuna and Hajime: ………

Hajime: (Looks like this person still won’t open up to us outsiders about his troubles.)

(We thought that maybe the issue would be hard to discuss in the office, so it wasn’t a bad idea bringing him to the park nearby. But I feel like we’re still falling short.)

(What do you say in a situation like this….. is it ok if we just quietly wait?)

(Uuu. An idol and an office worker are two different positions. Maybe he doesn't feel like we’re suitable to confide in.)

(But, I really want to do something for this person-)

Nazuna: ….. Pardon me.

If it’s not a bother, maybe we can talk about ourselves?

Hajime: Nii~chan….?

Nazuna: Sorry. I felt that it might be embarrassing for you if we just silently sat here.

If we talk about some of our experiences as Ra*bits, or some ridiculous stories about the idol industry, maybe it’ll close the gap between us.

Hajime: You’re right. If you’re not against it then please listen to us.

Even though the positions of an office worker and an idol are different, Ra*bits were rookie idols who have been through a lot of failure…

If our failures can make you laugh, then our experiences won’t be a waste then.

Nazuna: “It’s ok”? Then we won’t hold back♪

Let me think~ where should we start, Hajime-chin?

==>

Masterpost

[sebnameyourcar]

What's the deal with the Irish broadcaster?

BUCKLE UP i’m so glad someone asked

ok so i’m gonna bullet point this. it may be long

• it was revealed a couple of weeks ago that RTÉ (raidio teilifis eireann/ radio television ireland - our national broadcaster payed for by the taxpayer) had under-declared the earnings of Ryan Tubridy

• who is Ryan Tubridy you ask? he’s the host of a radio show but more importantly, he used to host our Late Late Show for years (ireland’s longest running and most famous talk show)

• IMPORTANT INFO: Tubridy stepped down from his role as host in March

• it is revealed by an audit report that RTÉ had been making secret payments to Tubridy even though he had promised to take a pay cut. because he had been earning upwards of €400,000

• his secret payments amounted to an extra €345,000 of TAXPAYER MONEY

• keep in mind ireland is a tiny, tiny country and our media and journalism landscape is so small. competition is basically zero and nothing justifies that much money

• also quote unquote normal RTÉ employees are paid dirt and all had their pay slashed in recent years and have shite benefits and so are justifiably raging that a man who only worked a few hours a week as a presented gets this much fucking money in secret all because he’s a big name “talent”

• under questioning by the government last week, waaayyyy more drama is revealed: RTÉ made a sketchy sponsorship deal between Tubridy and Renault to sneak money to him without it showing up on company accounts, RTÉ used a barter account (complicated, basically a third party/secret account) to get concert tickets, rugby tickets, and CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL tickets to their board members. all with taxpayer money

• it is revealed today that there are MULTIPLE barter accounts

• all this is happening while RTÉ shut down regional radio stations and refuse to pay their journalists a living wage

• RTÉ knew there was a storm coming back in early March, and people are theorising that’s THAT is why Tubridy stepped down. greedy coward

• RTÉ’s CEO also promptly resigned a couple of weeks ago and the whole board is trying to blame stuff on her

• oh also there have been some succession-like moments in the questioning sessions last wednesday and thursday, including when RTÉ’s CFO didn’t know what his salary was

• basically the entire country is gonna refuse to pay their TV licence now in protest of how our money is being used to sneak more money into the pockets of people who are already earning more than ordinary people make in a decade

here is a quick article with more detail than my tired brain can provide: https://www.irishexaminer.com/news/arid-41172604.html

[aspenwriter]

Bloody Ann: Chapter 4

(CW: Violence, Smut, Torture)

If I were to compare the situation I was in right now, I'd say it was very similar to a medieval court.

We had our Queen, Anastasia I of House Rayne, sitting in her throne (an executive level office chair) attending to her supplicant peasants. We had an interminable row of people entering the HQ asking for a myriad of things to be done for City 43. Queen Anastasia heard all of them patiently, while I, the royal scribe, annotated diligently.

Now, the thing was, Ann was quite affectionate with me. Petting my head and stroking my back very frequently as I tried to work. And of course, everyone saw it. I could hear them whispering to each other, and oh I could see the tabloids speculating already.

I desperately needed something interesting to happen. Three hours of hearing supplicants. God someone put me out of my misery.

And then something interesting happened.

This woman climbed up Ann's desk. She was tall and buff, probably a construction worker, with a black pixie cut. There was she looked at me with pity, and disdain. And she looked at Ann defiantly.

"Leave us alone Rayne!" She proclaimed "we're not scared of you!"

If Anastasia was bored, if somehow the endless stream of supplicants had crushed her spirit a bit, that feeling dissipated immediately. She laughed. Loudly, mockingly.

"And who are you to make demands to me, speck?" She asked, wiping a small tear from the corner of her eye amidst the laughter.

Yeah, who the hell did she think she was?

"Does it matter bitch?" The woman replied defiantly. "Do you think I will give you the pleasure of entertaining your sick mind!?"

"You're already entertaining me sweetheart, that's for sure" Ann said, resting her head on her lowered arms to be almost at eye level with the woman. Then she… began sniffing around her.

The woman still stood defiantly, but I could see her closing her eyes as Ann got closer and closer.

"You… smell funny, speck" Ann said, almost as a whisper. I was captivated by the scene. I needed to know where this was going.

Oh god, did I…

Did I want to see Ann doing something horrible?

Holy shit I did. The fucked up shit she does… It's hot.

OK OK I will confess. I've spent every free hour since we slept together looking at her social media posts… and broadcasts of her delivering the Director’s justice.

I will confess that thing she did with the gang leaders, well it was true, she did deep fry then alive. She looked gorgeous doing it. As gorgeous as she looked intimidating this random woman.

Ok that's enough of me daydreaming about her, back to the show.

"I don't know what you're talking about" said the woman to Ann's comment.

"Yes. You. Do." Said Ann. "Otherwise you wouldn't have said that. What are you hiding? Do I need to pick you apart to find it?"

Did she mean that literally? Oh please do.

"I will not say anything to you, tyrant!" Screamed the woman.

"Oh, you will" whispered Ann. And immediately her open palm came crashing down like if slamming a bug. The woman screamed. Ann most probably broke some of her bones.

And then, she pulled something out of a drawer, a strange device consisting of a needle and a screen. She injected it, uncharacteristically carefully, on the woman's back. The device turned on, and numbers, symbols and data started appearing on its screen.

"Ohhhh, so that was the smell, little one…" Ann said, tasting every word like some sort of candy. "Pounds of pills filled with poison inside you".

The woman started sweating profusely.

"You didn't ingest them, of course… you're packing enough to kill a normal sized person" Ann said "If I had to take a guess…"

Anastasia grabbed the woman with the same hand that had restrained her, and lifted her up. With her other hand's sharp nails, she cut through the woman's vest. Revealing a huge, recently stitched scar on her abdomen.

Ann laughed again, longer, genuinely amused. "Oh dear… did you really think I was going to fall for it?" She asked.

The woman was silent, Ann smashed her down on the table again. Her mood radically changed from amused to outraged.

"DID YOU REALLY THINK ANASTASIA FREDERICA RAYNE WOULD FALL FOR THAT!?" She screamed.

Oh please scream like that more often.

The supplicants on the row backed, the woman screamed in pain and I didn't move an inch. I wanted to see. I wanted to see whatever punishment awaited this random woman.

"You walked here, trying to bait me into eating you, so you could get all that poison inside my belly did you?" Ann said, with a grin. Her mood returning to amusement.

"We… ughhh" tried to say the woman, amidst her pain. "We…"

"Ugh, you're in a pathetic state" said Ann with disdain. "Lilibeth!"

She called to me!

"My lady!" I said, standing up. It's true we were on a first name basis already, but I had to keep appearances even if Ann wasn't going to. Also, she's still my hierarchical superior here. "What do you need?"

"Call the doc, make them extract the poison out of this bitch and then send her to our quarters for interrogation, I want to handle this personally"

Our quarters!

Anastasia sighed and sat down, still clutching the now desperate woman in her hands until the medical team arrived on a drone and sedated her. She took a glance at me during that ordeal. I could only respond with a look.

A look that said: I'm going to watch my giant girlfriend rip you apart.

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Believe it or not, we attended supplicants for two more hours. Nothing stopped the wheels of government, not even a lousy assassination attempt. When Ann announced that petitions to the authority will resume tomorrow, there was still a long line in waiting.

Anastasia picked me up and raised me to her shoulder, where I sat comfortably. Interaction with normal sized people is always a thrill, no matter how mundane, but this was another level. The Director already carried me sometimes from place to place but never on her shoulders. It felt like riding a moving skyscraper. A walking castle.

"What did you think of that, Lilibeth?" She asked, turning her head to me.

"Attempted magnicide is a serious thing" I replied.

"It is… I fear little Lydia has left our City infested not with simple rioters, but an actual rebel organisation"

"An entire organisation?" I asked.

"A capsule of the things the docs found inside her would have killed you. They found enough to kill me. Someone supplied her".

"Do we have any suspects?"

"Oh, that's what we're going to find out, my pet" she said, smiling gleefully as she entered our room in the HQ.

There, she awaited us.

The woman was trapped inside a transparent jar on the kitchen's table. Ann gleefully sat down at the counter, me still on her shoulder, and opened the jar, letting the woman fall down on her back.

"So the docs got you all prepped for me!" Ann said cheerfully "they even got your whole info via your biometric registers"

The woman was still defiant. Although shaken.

"It says here your name is Mia Brown. 32, a healthy 3 inch and a half…" the woman scoffed at the mention of her height. "From a middle class family, school dropout, suspected of radical thought, now construction worker for the Rayne Public Works Consortium"

Mia stood up. "I'm not saying anything".

"You won't, but Lisa will" Ann said.

That made Mia freeze.

"Ohhhh, yes, I know about her" Ann said. "In fact, give me a sec…" she shoved Mia back in the jar and set me down on the counter.

She then planted a soft kiss in my head and said "take care of Mia while I'm gone, alright Lilibeth"

"I… will!" I replied a little surprised by the kiss.

"That's a good girl! I'll be back in half an hour, if my calculations are correct"

Ann left me in the table and left the room. As soon as she did, Mia tried breaking the glass with the weight of her body. And looked at me with some eyes injected in blood.

"You monster! DON'T TOUCH LISA!" She screamed at me.

"Hey, I don't know who this Lisa person is, keep quiet" I said.

"Don't tell me to keep quiet you pet!" She barked.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" I said, somewhat arrogantly I must admit.

"You're nothing to them. Amusement, at best. They don't see you as human and yet there you are, playing along their stupid god fantasy" she said "They literally stomp over the human spirit and you gladly offer your face to the boot and thank them for it"

I'm not gonna lie, I would let Ann hover her boots above me.

"And yet, from my point of view, I live a happy life, while you're in a jar" I said.

"And you aren't?" She replied.

I didn't reply. I stood there for ten minutes without looking nor talking to Mia. Was it true? Did I lack any agency in this relationship?

Then Ann came back, holding a brunette girl firmly in her hand. Mia's eyes let tears drop, as she whispered a simple "no…"

"Well well well… I thought you two had broken up" Ann said. "Or at least that's what little Lisa barked at the enforcers that took her, I heard she put on quite a fight and she cursed like a sailor, I wonder why she's been so quiet since I picked her up at the helipad then…"

"Please… please don't do anything to her…" Mia said, almost whimpering.

Ann sat back and, same as with Mia before, slammed Lisa on the table with the palm of her hand. The brunette screamed in pain. I sat down on the floor (Well, the kitchen's table actually) and watched the spectacle.

"Listen to me, Mia" Ann said "you're gonna tell me about your rebel friends or you'll have to watch your cute little girlfriend's limbs break one bone at a time"

"I… I…." Suttered Mia.

Ann's finger came for Lisa's left arm. She started pulling, slowly. I heard her muscles stretching. I heard Lisa begging. And I heard Mia screaming a name.

"THE GENERAL!" she yelled "THE GENERAL SENT ME!"

"Tch, tch, well, whoever this General person is, they should have sent a suicide agent with no loose ends" Ann said. "Tell me about them Mia, now"

"She operates on sector T9…" Mia said, defeated. "I've… only seen her once, when she thanked me for my bravery"

"Quite an interesting friend you had there… what organisation she runs, huh?"

"The Torchbearers" Mia said, amidst a whimper.

"Oh, interesting, I thought they'd been disbanded…" Ann said. "Is that all?"

"It's all I know I swear! I'm just a footsoldier, I now nothing about the upper command I swear!"

"I believe you" said Ann. "And therefore, you're of no use to me, neither is your little girlfriend"

Ann picked Mia and Lisa up, and held them in her clutches. She took a moment to appreciate the pair. I had no possible means of understanding the purpose of it. Was it pity? Disdain? Disgust?

She left them both on the floor. Near her right foot. I peeked out from the table to see what was happening.

Mia and Lisa were hugging and crying, apologising to each other. Mia kept telling Lisa that everything was going to be ok. But I looked at Ann and knew that wasn't going to be the case by a longshot.

But just as her foot was about to go down on the couple, I yelled.

"ANN WAIT!"

"Huh? Lilibeth?" She said, turning to me.

"I know attempted magnicide and association with a terrorist are two things that deserve death… but I beg you, don't crush them"

"And why shouldn't I, my dear?" She asked, genuinely curious.

I confess I was acting just on sympathy for the couple. I didn't know a reason for Ann to spare them. I had to act quick.

"Mia was ready to die anyway" I improvised. "Killing her is no true punishment.

"I see…" Ann said, biting her thumb, thinking.

"And Lisa, didn't directly threaten you, killing her will be unsatisfying!" I bluffed.

"I… suppose you're right Lilibeth"

Holy shit. Did it work?

"I suggest" I continued "that Mia should attone by living the rest of her life in your service. If she was so ready to die to see you gone, a life under your shadow will be poetic justice!"

"That's actually a great idea Lilibeth!" Ann said, with an ear to ear smile.

"As for Lisa, she wanted to cut off ties with Mia, if we believe her, and she used that as a defense… so as punishment… she should remain the rest of her life with Mia, a slave of your needs too!"

"You're getting pretty good at this pet! You make this young woman proud!" Ann said.

She slammed her foot on the floor, barely millimetres away from the couple and said:

"Listen up you lovebirds! My dear Lilibeth thinks killing you would be a waste of two healthy slaves, so I'm keeping you here. You will spend the rest of your lives at my service, you will answer first to me and second to my pet! And you will thank her every day for the rest of your sad, pathetic lives that you're alive because of her intervention alone" she proclaimed. "Now kiss my fucking shoe while you thank me for being so nice to you two! That's an order!"

Lisa scurried away to Ann's shoe, I've never seen anyone so relieved and terrified at the same time. She thanked, and spilled almost an epic poem in praise of her new owner. Mia too, went and kissed that giant shoe, she thanked Ann, but every word coming from her mouth was like I was seeing her vomiting her soul.

"Good job little ones!" Ann said. "And great idea my pet!"

I couldn't believe it. I actually influenced her mind. I was of actual value to her. I was a partner.

Her index finger came to pat me. I let it, of course, but as soon as Ann began to pull it away I grabbed it, pulled it down and hugged it. Of course I didn't have the strength to pull it down, she just let me. I was now rubbing myself against her digit.

She looked down at me, blushing.

I looked up. She was biting her lips. I was sweating. Shaking even. And then I dropped the bomb.

"Let's fuck, let your slaves watch"

Anastasia Frederica Rayne, the most powerful woman on Earth besides the Director, let out a long moan.

"I love you, Elizabeth" she said, and carried the three of us to our bed.

[bakurapika]

because no one asked, here is my testimonial about ocd and gayness

when i was a kid i was raised conservative evangelical homophobic etc and was also diagnosed with ocd around age 11. i also had undiagnosed depression/adhd/autism but i didn't know that. i currently identify as nonbinary and i like women, but for most of my adult life, identified as a lesbian. ok background covered

one ocd symptom is having intrusive thoughts, which is when you have sudden thoughts that are upsetting and gross to you. I still have these. Think of sudden gory fantasies about hurting your favorite animal or disturbing sexual imagery or slurs etc. This is a normal thing for ocd and does not make you a bad person. In my religion, there were some thoughts you could have that were "unforgivable sins" and that was a treat to try to get around. I had a full-time job as a brain censor.

So given all this, it's not surprising that I had some intrusive thoughts about being gay, but also some regular thoughts about being gay (because I was gay and didn't know it). I remember looking this up at the time and finding some relatively good internet advice - a gay guy was interviewed about this and said that for him, gay thoughts weren't gross and didn't cause distress. That's how to distinguish between intrusive gay thoughts and actually being gay.

Of course, this didn't account for internalized homophobia, but I don't think any internet article could have fixed that. It wasn't until I left Christianity for other reasons (I just didn't believe in it tbh. It seemed like the odds of Christianity being true were too small, so I was officially agnostic) that I had the Gay Revelation. I had to make a conscious choice when I had those intrusive thoughts - I realized that the reason I was homophobic was Christianity. I was no longer Christian. Therefore, why should I be automatically homophobic? (I didn't know any gay people or even pro-gay people, except a few friends online that would share occasional yaoi. So this was a genuine realization I had to come to.)

So now, with the intrusive gay thoughts, I started reacting to them calmly, like "Is this a real emotion I'm feeling? Because if so, it isn't bad. And if not, I can ignore it without censoring it." (By censoring, I guess I mean that I would try to bury that thought with other ones, thinking repeatedly about how wrong the original thought was - I also have OCD rituals to this day that include prayer to "cancel out" any negative thoughts.)

The result was me coming out, but it wasn't especially traumatic. I think some of those gay thoughts were genuinely intrusive thoughts, but it was impossible to distinguish them from regular attraction. It didn't help that I had almost no sex education either - I used to be jealous of boys because at least they could tell when they were aroused. (I went to counselors for OCD as a kid and teenager, but they would ask me if I had any traumatic experiences. What Christian counselor would be like "ah yeah, the Jesus shit is messing you up"?) I'm still unpacking a lot of that - heck, I used to try to be covered up as often as possible because I believed that our deeds and thoughts were being recorded at all times to be broadcast to everyone who had ever existed on Judgement Day. This was supposed to scare us into not committing sin in secret, but I was most self-conscious about how everyone who had ever lived was going to see me naked, and about how voyeuristic the angels were being right now.

I don't really have a tl;dr except I wish I could send this post back in time to myself. Maybe not to age 11, since I would freak out, but maybe age 16 at least.

[the-firebird69]

We do see a line of troops forming and they're forming at the edge of the rings but perpendicular to the rings as they go out and it is the boar line and it's saying that the greater trap them in there so that's what they're doing and it doesn't look like it's gonna do much and they called up like 9.5 million inside the rings might be 30 million it's a disaster. this is Tommy F is watching he is watching it and the two big fellows say there are some indicators sending some people in and intercepting their messages and we are aware of that what they're saying so and it's not good and we can't have military coming in so they say we won't come in as military and we say probably not so it's gonna be a problem here.

Thor Freya

These are dangerous times the dangerous things to say but these people seem like they wanna come in and kidnap everyone and just hold us there and who the hell cares you people are stupid. Can be valuable to you and they're gonna wanna just kill you and it's gonna suck for us even worse which is amazing. This has been the worst time of my life and my grandson has said so many times you spill your own blood as a waste of damn time it's gonna be hard to defeat the max with everybody and here you go again I said this morning he is right on and so am I impressed in Ken knows it's wrong too can't do anything about it and it's horrible you're really mean about it too just say the stupidest things and it doesn't even match up and we mean both sides and you're not saying to buzz off or anything that sounds normal what we know is it sounds like you're on drugs and you're just angry and you wanna let it out and you're going to dissolve it happens to groups in war that they can't handle the pressure and they turn inwards and it's over and innocent people get hurt women and children of yours are suffering all the time because of your ridiculous behavior it's uncalled for it's unsuited and I don't like it I don't think that your heroes in any way I don't think either sides a pseudo empire or the Mac Warlock I don't think that you people should broadcast anything you're doing it's it's a mess. We can't sign with anybody you're both wrong. Right now you're entering the third ring where the Pseudo Empire has taken it back and they practically have the whole 3rd ring and they're going in to try and stop them from advancing which is normal and from your perspective it's correct. And from ours you're stopping them and then they have to stop you so this might never end in the rings and if there weren't other things happening we would be stuck in what we were for a couple years which was this perpetual ring nightmare it was going on before but it was fighting in the middle then this ring **** came out and it's like torture and it does not serve a purpose and my grandson says it does it's getting rid of the two parties is there a cover for the max who are taking the diamonds and cadmium below and above and that's what they're doing still. Despise you idiot for what you're doing now

bill

and we hate you but ok. yoiu wont stop thats why

preston

wtf over

Zues Hera

we cant stop ok and you see it adn why hthey wont.

bja

we can you take it we are done and ok forg stoped and we do the job lol goo

mac daddy

this is over soon you two better talk t ends now

bill

we see it ocming and it iwll be quick. no tears for you no but wow. you are hienous..mean driven. to do what? kill us all and yoiu and no you have to be stopped

preston

and a shisp is there least you can do is thank trupmp for his coaxing to ruin yourselves try to see if he has a key or knows werhe might need my body to fetch it

Zues

oh brotehr we see it though hahah me too mb

andre and me preston

damnit

Hera

Olympus

[makahimetenshi]

Two separated ways - Chapter 6 - Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor x Paladin Danse Fallout 4 Fanfic

Ok back to the normal programming, here comes the next chapter! And I have two more already written

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He may be getting obsessed lately.

But it was because he couldn’t have her.

She has gone on a mission, a mission she presented a folder for some other elders a while ago.

To restore Paradise Falls and do it a shopping mall again. Argumenting that the buildings were still in good conditions.

In custody of the brotherhood of steel of course.

Her business were always related to the resources she had, in the commonwealth with Nukatown, the minutemen, in DC, the brotherhood of steel.

Its been weeks since they see each other, how they were going to make a baby if she was away? Ah…does he really wants a baby? With her? He knew he wanted to see her…This was part of her plan surely. But that folder was summited months ago…but she surely plan the dates even…she is smart…

He wanted to see her, that’s for sure.

So contrary to everything he always do, he took a ventibird to go there, a ride to paradise falls, after all he was a elder, he can go outside the fucking Citadel to supervise if he wanted. After all he was always inside a cage, call it the Prydwen or the Citadel, to not risk his security and lineage because he was the last one.

It was a good exercise anyway, lets check on first hand if the Sentinel management and operations were as good as everyone talked.

No preparation, no alert, no announcement or previous warning that the elder was moving there. The security had to be top excellence anyway.

So when he arrived and the ventibird landed in the middle of the camp. Danse greet him in first hand.

-Elder, good to see you –the paladin help the elder to come down and move him away from the bustle of the ventibird.

-I didnt know you were here –said a very surprised Arthur, but its true, the man goes where she goes despites everything.

-I detailed it in the folder –said a very surprised paladin walking by the man.

-Yeah that’s why I remark the importance of the summarys –he said hitting on the other man arm- surprise me

-You are here for other reason

-Give me a tour –the paladin rolled his eyes but okay he was his boss more than his old friend- I read the title of the folder and have only a general idea

-Well –he grasped a bit his throat and started walking- with now the area secured with Brotherhood troops we have now merchants and caravans cleaning the place up, this fences are all unnecessary, same with the trash and debris, it’s a pretty heavy work but the idea is to make a polo of commerce for people to rent tents and shops, not very different from what it was before, but without slaves

Something sound wrong in the back of his mind

-And what kind of technology are we securing here…? –after all, the mission of the brotherhood wasn’t charity, was to recover old technology and they shouldn’t forget that again.

A feminine but strong voice interrupted him from behind.

-The MDPL-21 Power Station, WKML Broadcast Station, SatCom Array NN-03d, Broadcast Tower LP8, MDPL-13 Power Station and more importantly the Train Tunnel –Arthur smiled on the insides, of course the Train Tunnel to Pittsburg, why it didn’t surprise him

Before she say anything spicy, Danse spoke –its all detailed in the folder, sir

She seems…angry…but it was good to see again.

-I just don’t see any special here in particular

-Any building without the rooft falling its special for our soldiers to rest without the fear of getting crushed in their sleep…elder

Again Danse interrupted, fearing that she would ruin it in front of the elder

-The distances between The Pitt and the citadel are too big, we need a second base in between for the ventibirds to stop by and do maintenance, also, like the sentinel said, the locations with antennas and radios around here could be very useful

Arthur cant keep his eyes from the upset woman, and she was growing annoyed by it.

-And why do we need the collaboration with the caravans and merchants?

-It all detailed in the fol –Danse kick on her boots and stop her

-Defense purposes mostly, with our shortage in soldiers the collaboration with the caravans wanting to protect their goods…

-This place has a lot of open points –state Nora, more pissed than the elder wished-Paladin please give the elder a tour, explain him the purposes of each building once they are cleaned up, Im helping the scribes with the inventory of the infirmary

Well that didn’t go well.

The old bowling center was going to be a shopping for merchants. The liquor bar was still on discussion because well half of the first floor and some walls were collapsed despite being cleaned up for use, rare from raiders. The velmas could still be an infirmary or a clinic, yes. The old cinema was in pretty good state and it was going to be the brotherhood barracks indeed. The big boy building was still on discussion since it needed a lot more work than another builders and the old coffee shop was going to be a barn, end of discussion, no people there.

When they walked by the new infirmary she look like very…concentrated with the scribes.

Working.

He breath in at that vision but quickly Danse moved them both out of there to keep the tour.

Its true, the place needed much work, but the trash was quickly moving out with the work of the citizens

-For the sentinel its crazy how much vehicles still have gas and can explode if you shoot at them so the first thing we did when arriving was draining all from fuel, we have a few gallons for ventibird emergencys –that counted like securing old tech, good work- the cars will stay, they are good protection in case of…

-A riot

-I see you got it, the troops of the brotherhood will prevail in weapons and protection at all times, no matter who the tenants or clients of the place are. The most important task its to clean up the trash and debris for now

-I didn’t see any bed in the cinema, you said that place are barracks.

-That’s because the Sentinel its saving it for something, I think she wants to use the projector to actually make it a cinema again since its functional, if that’s the case our brotherhood building will be the bowling center because it has a nice basement but right now we are sleeping everywhere, taking turns to protect the place from the Deathclaws from Old Olney we see from far. Theres 15 of us here  but since the merchants are working in the place we don’t feel in danger

-I should talk with the sentinel, this is an awful organization for our soldiers to sleep and rest and its been two weeks since you arrived here

-Its work field Arthur –said a very stranged Danse, he was the first to critize Nora for anything he doesn’t agree but this was strange from the elder- its always like this

-Our troops can’t be scattered everywhere between strangers…

-We work with what we have –Danse stop for a second and look at him disturbed- don’t you remember your days as knight?

-Of course I do but I don’t think  this differentiate us from the common citizens and townspeople of the wastelands

-This is taking a lot of work, real work, physical work, like when we cleaned up the airport for the arrival of the Prydwen in the commonwealth. It looked awful for a lot of time until it started to actually look good –geez he would really step on to defend her methods.

-You weren’t there when we did that work

-Because you send me on a retcom team remember? –said Danse biting his tongue, the elder was really getting with his nerves- and so I meet Nora there

Arthur can see something in his gaze. She was the light of his life. The way she talks about her. How he defended her.

Then why he never accepted her?

This was weird.

What they were up to? He said he will always reject her. And Nora said she surrender.

-I still want to talk to the sentinel –he stated, calm.

-Have you forgotten your days of work field? This is always like this at first but with hard work it will get better

-Paladin –he repeated, calm- I wish to talk to the sentinel

He may be right anyway, he forgot how precarious and hostile everything was outside the commodities of his last name, his knight days were very very away, after all he was named elder at a very early age.

Danse stood in silence for a moment, then breath out, sighting.

-I think she is in the cinema right now.

-Ill go by my own, thanks, you are dismissed

When Arthur walk inside the cinema, he found the woman sitting next to the projector, playing with a box.

-Why are you here elder? –she ask, looking between old films to check if the movie tapes were too damaged.

-Are you upset? –ask the man behind her, walking slowly.

-I don’t like to be questioned when im following a very careful and studied schedule  

- I am neither questioning nor discrediting your work here

-Then why are you here elder?

-Please call me Arthur, we are alone –Nora look at him, stranged, what was this all about

-Fine, what are you doing here Arthur?

-Im…-he wasn’t sure at all, this morning at waking up he knew he wanted to see her and in an impulse take a ventibird here, it was all an excuse to be with her- I wanted to see you –the woman stand from her chair, leaving the box on it- just that, I came to see you.

That came directly from his heart, he didn’t have more or secret motives, he wanted to see her, period.

-I thought you came here for the mission –she said surprised, frozen.

-No, I didn’t even know what was all about, just came to see you –her cheeks blushed so bad the man can see it, sometimes, Nora didn’t feel her age, flustering just with silly words…

-Im just working here

-I know but then…I realized something –he took a breath and spoke, getting closer- I get why you want to retire –she raised an eyebrow, confused- this filthy, dangerous, improvised…

-Hold on it’s a work in progress and…

-I don’t want any of this for the mother of my children –Nora was all the way to get offended but then stop in her place, with her heart almost coming out from her chest- its awful, dirty and risky –everytime they talk about this she wonder if he was saying it seriously but anyway the effect was there, it was difficult to no react to such a thing

-But its always like this at first

-Im realizing I may be too old to always have a hard time and not living comfortably –she laught at that, him? Too old? What was left for her then- now I can say that I understand you, I was too comfortable in the life that my last name allows me to have not to see further

-So do you believe a bit more in my plan of retirement? –he nooded.

-This was a good opportunity for me to…came out of my cage...its been a while since I left the amenities of the brotherhood –she laughed, and came closer to him.

-Maybe the last time was when we fight the institute together.

Arthur think on that, maybe.

-What is this anyway? –now that she wasn’t as butthurt as before because the misunderstanding was solved he really needed this out of his chest.

In front of the chair with the projector there was a mattress with the shape of a heart.

-Back then you can pay for a room with your couple to fuck for a couple of hours and some beds had this very…lustful shape…-she said laughting low, leaning her head to a side looking at him- did you really came to see me?

-Yeah –he blushed a bit, feeling a bit pressured now- this is a bag of STDs –said the elder pointing at the mattress.

-The old owner should put it here to watch some movies while doing it, an smart idea –she pointed at the box of tapes- some are moldy and erased, but others are in good state –lately she was separating them, classificating the states, but it was a work because you have to watch the entire tape to really judge the state and how you want to separate it.

-Why you didn’t burn this thing? –it has some clean sheets even.

-I been cleaning it with baking soda, salt and warm water this days, its my little secret.

-You are kidding –she wasn’t- you know what kind of disgusting motherfuckers have sex-

-Oh please the mattress were we sleep wasn’t in much better conditions, none its manufactured from zero, get over it, at least this doesn’t have holes on it, and now it doesn’t stinks.

-I wanna throw up

-Don’t in my heart bed! I always wanted a heart bed but it was wacky even back then, now I don’t have anyone’s opinion to worry about

-Its not wacky, its tacky even for me

-Talks a wastelands child

-You are not letting soldiers sleep inside this building because you are hoarding this disgusting sack of lices? –when she confronted her about that she smiled and walked backwards, laughing- Sentinel that should require disciplinary action! for negligence at least!

-If you want to punish me the bed smells like citrus at least…-when she said that now he blushed and smiled, ok, playful.

Silence, he covers his mouth looking at the mattress.

-Were do you plan to move this thing? There’s no way you are getting it inside the citadel, I will not allow it

-I have a room in the Tenpenny Tower, a caravan will move it in a few days, I was just trying to see if I can make this place a working cinema or not using the projector, meanwhile I was the one sleeping here

-The only one?

-Well no one will look at me the same if they found out I spend hours cleaning a heart shaped bed –she had a funny smile on her face, it was one of those things that you want to do but at the same time its humiliate you and you don't want anyone to find out

-So you really banned everyone to come here because of…this thing? –she nodded with a small smile- unveliable.

-Ill write in the report that its because of the projector so no one will question my management over the soldiers wellbeing…

-Its really everyone banned to come here? –the way he repeated the question made Nora search for an spark in his eyes and…she found it, she swallowed saliva getting closer to him.

-I mean they can open the door but no one really enters since it’s the Sentinel place so…-he was still covering his mouth, trying to hide a mischievous smile- I had some really quiet noons working here…

-Do you really promise me this mattress won’t give me cancer?

Something wake up inside the woman at hearing him, getting in front of him.

-Do you swear you really came all the way here to see me? –Nora said that with a very seductive tone that make the elder stupid and lightheaded, but quickly recompose laughing.

-You have to promise first that it is really clean –she exploded in laughs but anyway close her arms around his neck doing small turns with the toes of her boots on the ground hanging from it

-Its clean I swear! –the man sneak both arms around her waist and kiss her with a smile, exited, happy, deeply kissing her, eating her mouth with hunger. She still laughed a bit inside his mouth, but in no time her tunes were replaced with moans, expressive and very feminine moans, she clanged now seriously from his neck and turned her head so a side, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue in a new angle, robbing her a moan again–a quick one? –she mumble between his lips,  the vibration of her voice against his soft flesh felt nice

-I don’t know I never do it in a bed so huge –the way his masculine voice tremble against her mouth sent a powerful sensation to her core

-It’s a beyond a king bed yes –she whisper with a smile, leaving his neck and standing- get comfortable, ill put a movie to hide any sounds, I have some more  to test and know their state, if the movie jumps its going to make some awful loud sounds so…it’s a win win…

-You are still working, brilliant –he said sitting on the bed and quickly starting to unlace his boots, forgetting at all what he said about the mattress early, now it didn’t matter.

I less than an hour Arthur felt like he was living in a dream, his head was light, his body on fire, there was alien sounds in the background, flashing lights all around but…if he used all his concentration he had the most beautiful woman he had ever cross paths riding him, asking for his seed, wanting to get pregnant specifically from him.

Oh my god this had to be a dream

She was full naked with her legs closed around his hips, using his hands as a support to keep jumping on his cock. Squeezing and sucking everything from his hard cock, her lips half open moaning and screaming by times, her boobs moving up and down constantly and damn it looked amazing.

He was there with his boots unlaced and suit to the knees, laying on the bed entirely, comfortably, letting her work her orgasm riding him, just seeing her do her thing was okay, he was loving it, it was enough, he can be his toy today and every day she needed it.

And the way her body shivers of pleasure have him on the edge, she feel it, he feel it too. Even the warm fluids on his crotch made everything amazing, filling the room with an intoxicating aroma, an aroma so strong it gets on his nose but it was theirs, you don’t realize it until you are so much into enjoying the experience it gets overwhelming in every sense.

-You are hard –she said still moving, closing his fingers tighter around his- I can feel you, you are close –his cock was throbbing inside her, it was difficult to notice it but Nora was so lost in pleasure that every sensation it maximizes.

-Yeah –he said very very aware that he was close to orgasming, he can feel it too, she was milking him for good.

She open her eyes and stop a bit her peace, slowly, moving her hips in circles over his cock, reapiting herself for him to pay attention, leaning over to look at his eyes- if you orgasm ill cum with you, im close.

-Then do it –he said with a suffocating heat on the face, making speech difficult. Nora gasped outloud and realized he was talking seriously- cum for me –and all over me please

He was allowing it, conscious, giving her consent, he wanted to do it, this time inside. A big heat took over Noras body and she started to move faster again, with her hands on his pecs as support, ridding harder, crashing her hips against his thights, the man grab her wrists and look up at her chest jumping all over him.

Yesyesyesyes.

Its okay, hell cum inside today and make this woman the mother of his children and…

Her screams became louder, both were growing closer and closer but…

-Nora!? –suddenly and out of nothing the door opens, Danse was inside with a laser rifle in hand running were he believed the woman was in trouble and then…

Silence.

She stopped, Arthur looked back, the three of them were frozen, unable to speech.

Mood killer of course. No one reach orgasm.

-The hell are you doing here!? –she ask screaming displeased using a pillow to cover her chest, getting up with a hand over the man pects to step out, causing the elder a slightly pain but nothing the surprise of this…interruption can’t make up

-You are banging the elder!? –the paladin ask also screaming looking at both, Arthur move aside  fixing his underwear, at realizing that she was  at a disadvantage because for being totally naked, he began to look for a way to get the sheet off the bed to give it to her.

-What are you doing here Danse!? –she ask grabbing on the sheet Arthur was offering looking for her underwear on the ground while tying up around her boobs.

-Well I heard screams so I thought you were in trouble! –all this shouting was disturbing the elder who was trying to move up his zipper and get in better shape, while Nora was getting her legs inside the pantys at least, her chest covered in the sheet- I also sleep here so I came to pick my…!

-He sleeps here!? –ask Arthur also screaming annoyed as fuck at hearing that picking up his coat.

-Shut the fuck up Danse! –she scream throwing a pillow to the paladins face getting her legs inside the suit, then looking at Arthur- its not like that!

-You know what Nora? Im out of here! –said Danse upset as hell throwing the laser rifle to the ground, making it sound harsh.

-Come back here so I can put a plasma grenade in your ass! –she said moving the zipper up and taking out her hair from the suit neck- Danse! come back! Come back here right now!–and she ran behind him, barefoot, disappearing from Arthurs sight.

The man stood there looking were she disappeared.

She really ran after Danse.

Not him.

Danse.

With his eyes watering and a very heavy feeling of frustration he pressed his lips and laced his boots to get the fuck out there.

This was a bad idea. Why did he bother at all.

Once he finished dressing correctly, he got on the ventibird ready to return to the Citadel. All that journey for nothing, it doesn’t matter, it wasn’t his project anyway, that folder was presented to other elders, he had nothing to do with it.

[deadmemefrom2012]

April 30th, 2020

Memories that stand out in my mind:

As an elementary school kid, walking the halls after school because my mom was a teacher. Feeling acid rise in my throat outside the bathroom near the principal’s office. Going to my mom and asking her if throwing up in my mouth every once in a while was normal. She gives a distracted yes because I don’t tell her how often it happens.

Being about 9 or 10 in the doctor’s office, finally getting a name for what I’m experiencing: Acid Reflux. I’m so excited to have some bit of information that I tell my friends as soon as I see them next. They seem disinterested and I can’t understand why. A weight is off my shoulders and I feel hopeful that the pain will stop.

I’m thirteen years old in my career and college readiness class. I ask the teacher if I can go get some water. She tells me no, there’s only a few minutes until the bell. With tears in my eyes, I plead with her, but she is set in her decision. After three excruciating minutes, the bell rings and I run to the water fountain to gargle water over and over. Finally, the taste of bile leaves the back of my mouth and the burning sensation starts to recede. The tears of pain that had been building release at last as tears of relief.

I’m still thirteen. I’m laying on the doctor’s examination table as he feels my stomach with cold gloved hands. He thinks the cause may be an ulcer, so he attempts to book me for an endoscopy. All of the specialists nearby have transferred, so for the long months of waiting, I take gigantic pills in an effort to stop the pain. They don’t work, but I keep taking them. Eventually, we drive the four or so hours to Memphis. My mom is with me when I go under for the first time. When I awake, they tell me they saw nothing outwardly abnormal except scar tissue in my throat. We wait and wait just to receive lab reports with no answers.

We see another specialist, who hypothesizes it’s a bacterial infection in my stomach. I have another pill to take and a humiliating stool sample to give, before more waiting for test results with no answers.

At fourteen, my doctor prescribes me anxiety medication. It does wonders for my mental health, but absolutely nothing to the near constant pain. Another cause ruled out and I’ve nearly lost hope.

It’s ninth grade, I’m fourteen years old and walking down the upstairs hallway of the fine arts building with my broadcasting friends. Acid suddenly floods my throat and nasal cavity and I cry out in pain. At the water fountain I gargle over and over, before breathing the water in and blowing it out to maybe stop the burning that’s spread from my nose all the way down to my lungs. My friends stand around me, startled and asking frantically if I’m ok.

Tenth grade, I receive a new medication. It still doesn’t work, and my new doctor doesn’t have any new answers.

The summer after eleventh grade, I’m excitedly waiting to go with my best friend and his family on a trip to see our favorite musician in concert. As we wait to get in the car, my stomach begins to hurt and I feel overheated and nauseous. This is the worst of the symptoms, worse than even breathing in the stomach acid. I can’t move, and my best friend holds me as I try not to cry. Eventually it passes, but the humiliation and helpless feeling stays with me.

Finally, I meet a doctor with new ideas at the beginning of the year. The specialist at the children's hospital tests me for gluten intolerance and lactose intolerance, but both tests come back negative. Still, she suggests that it may be a dairy sensitivity and I agree to slowly stop eating dairy over the next two months. I’m prescribed new medications and receive new hope.

In November of my senior year, on a mission trip in a room all alone in the middle of the night, the same feeling that I got in the summer comes back ten times worse. I’m not completely off dairy, but I avoided it as much as possible during the trip. I take my strongest meds kept in the bag right next to my bed. It doesn’t matter, and I can barely move enough to rest my head on a cool metal chair and call my youth director. He doesn’t pick up, and I end up calling a friend to wake him up. I feel humiliated to have anyone see me so helpless, but there’s nothing I can do. My youth director brings me some over the counter medications to go with my prescriptions and I spend another hour fighting the urge to vomit or pass out before the pain finally ebbs away.

I send off the new year and enter 2020 with one last taste of real ice cream. I regret it almost immediately and am in pain for days afterwards. I think the doctor is definitely right about the dairy sensitivity and I give up milk entirely. The pain doesn’t go away entirely, but it helps somewhat.

In February, I go to my state's Thespian Festival. For the weekend, I eat almost only salads along with the other dairy free and gluten free kids. They told us we would have options to choose from, but we didn’t, and none of us prepared to spend the weekend eating only from the hotel concessions and the meager salad bar. Eventually I can’t take it and order food for whoever nearby needs it. We spend hours talking and eating food that I checked over and over to ensure it was diary free. The pain still doesn’t go away entirely and I still have to swallow down rising bile multiple times a day. My hopelessness turns to rage because why won’t it just stop, please make it stop already, why?

It’s the end of my senior year, only two more days of school. I’m sitting here at four in the morning writing this because for the second time this week I’ve been kept awake by the burning pain in my stomach that has almost become commonplace. I know my grades are suffering, but I can’t focus from the pain and when it stops I’m too tired to focus. It’s only this, my recollections of the pain, that I’ve been able to focus on enough to ignore the current pain. It’s irony, and I feel bitter as I finish this, with tears in my eyes and unfinished assignments open in other tabs. I’m only left with one question:

Why?

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[renatedagmarmilada]

another turn, better or worse.

OBAMA OR WHAT?

 I fear we settled on the wrong shores

gave our best to the wrong stores

did our chores with the worst lot

who brought us nothing but rot

 Eldest son Shaun

(won't tell you of me

how I put down my head in shame

when as a girl the Head of my C of E-

having given out the honours of that year

added: and even our foreign girl

got distinctions, one in English)

He was jumped upon

by a whole class, seriously

when a little Junior lad

broke his bone

cause he's like a wop

means he tans easily

and to those who don't know

a wop is an Eitei!

 then when he grew

with his ten GCE's clutched

wished a place in the Airforce

-this comes from me

the Women's Junior Air Corp

trained me too

-we love aviation-

where I was much liked

till I decided it was not on

to pray for strangers

but not to pray for my own

 I'll give them this

the Royal Air Force

were honest with him

 lad- they gruffly said

you and your family

all bright as buttons

but you know

your name is not only Irish

great-grandfather was from Mayo

and your mother

woe be me

from behind the Iron Curtain

Hunnish refugee

'but, we had been ejected

they had not wanted us!'

 honest though the officer was

so we listened

go Civilian and so he did

and never regretted

forty over now

an American company is his employ

leads a good and fulfilling life

 but now the youngest son too

has got a full hundred minus one at Uni

 are we still from behind the Iron Curtain

or has the curtain moved?

has their great grandfather

and his old lady

barmaid from Dublin

retained their former status

or are they now friends of this Kingdom?

Three generations I was told today

before you can be cleared to climb

and then, well expect complications..

 settled? You're all wrong what ever you assume

they use us for Experiments illegal now

 which they normally use on Down's Syndrome

but how can we complain

we were with her Ladyship

the dear Princess

-just don't let me hear a word said against her-

she was on the same programme

a programme with no safety net

(So why has the lab raised all those lab pakis?)

so off to China I am off again

 so I conclude we chose the wrong place

then I learnt this amazing revelation

 Obama was not even BORN in America

I am still in shock -

 ANOTHER REVUE

 they never break the law

they never have scandals

they never do anything wrong

 this is how it is done

microsound this morning:

(microsound is sound cut into pieces

and replaced by what is on the computer

-see BBC broadcast some ten years ago)

the microsound was supposed to send her mad

we wanted to get her into hospital

then we were going to walk around

talking talking talking

-wasn't supposed to write it all up-

so we have to pinch it from her house

 follow normal procedures

but in secret

no we do not open parcels#

(giggle - normally!)

 'I will be pleased when you are gone'

off to China again?

I don't think that is part of the same bumph

 'and remember all of you'

added lab Anna from St Barths

and I quote here:

'you all owe me till you die

 time for another revue

revues are necessary to keep bashing

 we have your history

means a whole range of lies

says lab Anna from St Barths

I'm off to see the Ministry

(for a bit of gymnastics and sport mayhap?)

sort it out

play as much as you want

 it is ok

totally destroying the rule of law

is perfectly ok

as long as no one can catch you..

 once coming home from late nursing shift

at London's Newham Hospital

I picked up my phone at Plashet Road

my daughter chatting

over which a voice said

'and what if she dies

she dies that is all..

who is going to care

no one can prove anything..'

and I won't tell you of what they got up to

at that hospital

They say hospitals are their play ground

I had thought it was the Ministry!

 'watch your back from friends

that is whom we are using..'

we wrote the report the lab are using

to spread around the world

doing what is outlawed everywhere-

you don't understand

like this:

anti-social means the same as

keeping your own council

and never gossiping about people

Iffy is an expert at it..'

 Iffy was a little boy from a Pakistani family

friends who lived two doors away

(they give themselves names)

so I presume an asian at the lab

 pressed my sternum at night and hyped B.P

milder than recently though

 ''The-we want you dead group-

are still here don't forget..

 'watch her cash flow

doesn't spend

make everything ten times more expensive for her

and cause all sorts of problems

dirty tricks boys get going..'

 'as she ever pinched anything at all

anything, the smallest thing...

(when lab Anna was young she did)

we could put things in her cupboards

If we are caught out

we could say they are replacements

for those things we had taken'

 'ou are an enemy of the State

(I am always teaching interesting stuff about the Isle)

ok you are an enemy of lab Anna

which amounts to the same

especially now that the connection

between you and Tony Banks and others

has been realised

but they won' say anything...'

 ''YOu all owe me for the rest of your lives don't forget!"

we have to break the respect they have for her

as a teacher..

say, it is no good

she won't conform

say she has experience

but lacks experience

say that she...

 pick up something, anything

which happened once

blow it out of all proportion

change the perspective

add a few lies

 you have just got to make her spend

once she is totally dependant on our hand outs.........

 it is all legal

we have just had another revue

we have a revue regularly

to talk about your case

we are not illegal

we told you on microsound

you have had your revue

prove it

 we told the Parliament people

we were supporting you through this experiment

the microsound telling you after the event

is the support

no way for you to ever prove it..

 it is all legal really

and the information from the simulations

deaths, slaughters, torture and maiming

sits in the computer

it is actually useless stuff

but they pay us good money

we all pay good taxes to keep it all going

it is all legal!

 PEA GREEN AND PURPLE

 no one asked if they could film us constantly

day and night

night and day

 no one asked if they could beam us constantly

day and night

night and day

 no one asked from New  York

the sister company of London

Behavioural science

if they could do anything at all to us

 they did it to us

and to anyone whom they could get

never telling anyone

 said the jewess at New  York

sister company of London

(why do all jews work at the mental experimentation places)

 and now you know who taught the Nazis

in their experimental camps

the tricks they got up to

amongst the ordinary population

the same system

which ran the experimental camps then

 she said:

I wouldn't have thought of using pea green with deep purple

like she does lots of the time

as we watch her daily

painting the night away

and the days at Sheffield Art College

that is worth copying

by our New York designers

who no doubt were also all jewish

 do you know

we had lost everything to save jews

I am a bit miffed

but they copied it all

and the rest..........

and the rest........

and the rest....

 well well well....

 WHO HAS BLOCKED YOU

 there won't even be chastisement

for the lab St Barths behavioural science

it came from above this slaughter

 all the people killed

all those maimed

all those destroyed

 by the whim of a rogue lab

I told it simply enough

held silence till I was sure

 the answer

no one will find out

maybe a long time in the future

 it came from above

she must have done something--

that's me who is the she

 one can't help wondering

why God made some people so naive

but then we have to be of every spectre, I suppose

 --no, have you ever heard of vulnerable

and useful for a purpose

because they can't be heard, can't fight

 what she can do, said the Tory, proof?

can be taken and destroyed

there won't even be chastisement

 the troublesome ones at the top are dead

cover all the straight rub them outs

then cover the covers

 those given good positions without education

will intime make mistakes

then there will be more chaos

 watching a porn film made up

and writing about your own sex life

is not a profession

 and slowly the sun which sank over the Empire

will sink over the grey rock

as the water eats its shores

 and you would have thought the Germans had learnt

to keep their noses clean at last

there is a simple word, NO...this is corrupt though seems legal.

 FRANCENE AND THE BOOK CLUB

 Francene is a Scotts lass

she likes the fellas and a laugh

her laugh is disliked by the bossess

at the lab where she has been brought to heights

St Barths Behavioural Science

 she was brought to heights

because Francene was happy to copy

to use up my work on their blasted machine

which has on it my whole life

and every word I ever writ or drew

 all who copy the work

are brought to heights by the lab

as their students had copied the work

as their own thesis stuff

and then the lab made out

that american students had copied for their thesis

so they needed the americans to help clear them

 The lab operatives, wives and such of the quacks

that is the qualification, or to be jewish

were sending my Uni work and creative

from Art College and Literature degree

to Cosmopolitan as their own work

under their own name

Imagine Women's World

printing Hungarian refugee stories

changed to Jewish refugee stories

printed in major magazines in England

and they all wonder why the Iranians doubt...

 so their system guy

which New York sister lab said was the most evil

in all of the States came up with a plan

to destroy me and us

sad really as he was a jew as were New York

and my family had lost everything

and faced concentration camp each day

to feed jews and keep them alive

(I almost feel I should pray for him poor beggar

though he thinks he has everything

loyalty is greater than power or money)

 the bossess didn't like Francene

so put her in charge of another nest of evil

and Francene wrote my work

and got concerned that she didn't even have a GCSE

(I got English a-star in my GCE)

under the lab bossess's instructions

(can you imagine

all that scottish history

and she writes about an elderly east european

refugee from transit and refugee camps!

me, I would want to write about my own problems)

 The bossess pushes her protegees work very hard

like Christopher the Oxford gran she fancied as a toy boy

she gave four books

packaged and sold to

I almost laugh when I imagine the Oxford Dons reading

and passing high comments about my work in disguise

and Francene, though she wa common as muck she said

she pushed very hard too

 Nicely presented said the book club

well it would be, with the best in the land presenting it

(I know it is all that woman's work

but it doesn't matter)

so now the book club sells my work in disguise

for Francene who's laugh we have all heard

 and Francene said to Anna of the lab

I think I prefer a career to writing that woman's books

(I think she thinks it will be discovered one day)

please can you 'career forward' me

 we never knew how corrupt England was

studied the Letter A at Degree level

seen endless films about them

spoke of why they fled to the new world

but had no idea

nothing has changed

they use their subcontinent slaveys to do the dirty work

and gather all in for themselves

corrupt old devils at that Ministry!

 what is a bit of a shock

is that such low life

gets such professional situations

that is something we didn't know...

 I have always been polite at public offices

never one to insult or be impatient

never again

I sit there laughing at them now

sneeringly!

con merchants

the lot of them over here.

 PRAYER AT LAHORE

 living at Jihad Headquarters

no problem

they don't know what two sided snakes

some of theirs are over here

playing both sides and the middle

for big money against their own people

watching their own people even in bed

giving them simulated illnesses remote

on screens for the Ministry's lab

at that time

neither did I

Lab-Pakistani Big Brother is watching you too

brother!

 fleeing from big brother at the Ministry

-still thinking in the British way

back then with problems-

and the lab St Barths put over

the Queen adviced clear off to there

as had always been the case in this country

and I even wrote to Buckingham Palace

 but then the Palace promised no more rape

and they didn't keep to their promise at all

 We both believe in a God

it is just the Church of England

which receives its pay from the State

which is a worry

this political wasp unwanted

as it is a State organisation from another country

differentiation the media never bothers to declare

 invited to Sunday lunch

it was time for Mass

lunch was dropped

and all the guest perturbed

rush her over to the Cathedral

 got lost on the bus

thought I'd try a new route

walked and walked

getting nowhere

saw the Punjab Reclamation Centre

ah......all at work

at the desk a group of workers

take me to your leader

I declared with heat

the little devil walking me up the stairs

kept trying to get hold of my arm

sliding his hand onto my chest

 got to the room of the boss

a lady in green sitting on a stage

behind a huge desk

below a fair way on chairs

four young men taking notes

 could you help me please

I need to get to prayer

no one knows where

but we will try to get you there

 get out the motor scooter

WHAT-- I am well over half a centuary old

perched on the back

we flew through the city

promptly got lost

passed the police man at the corner

who used to laugh each morning

as I tried to cross the road to the Uni

he waved the traffic on as I was half way across

devil...

 now these subcontinent ladies

knew how to keep their scarves on their head not as a flag

navy chiffon scarf flying six foot behind me

and again as we got more lost

till the policeman bent double laughing

and we finally found the Cathedral

 but best Mass of all was Tuesday night

which was the Urdu Mass

bongo drums and all

most amazing music

Cathedral filled beyond the doors

I am sure the lady next to me is saying Muslim prayers

I've lived with them, rich and poor and know

then at the end

I discover why

a bag of rice and a loaf of bread

just like the Sermon on the Mount

for every one who attended.......

 and a smile for me

when I come with the kids

to the Mosque

 life and people are fun everywhere

Governments are a pain.

 ALL IN A BASKET

 Little Mary

whose dad had a big business

came from some where in the hinterland

China is huge

her friend was a lovely Mongolian girl

who clung to me

 little Mary knew she was Christian

but later told me

I don't think I am one of your type

the missionary told my gran

one lot believe God is a woman called Mary

but our lot believe God is a man

I suspect she was some form of Protestant

 She believed I was a- one who called God a woman

well, a bit of woman worship is a good thing too-

never the less she was one of my groupies

sharp little madam she was too

but got jealous when the Mongolian girl

also became a groupie

The missionaries left impressions

but where not trained teachers

so a lot of them over there

are more confused than ever

but cling to single items

 like my top Monitor

at the previous State Uni I taught at

knew his granny had a Bible

but didn't know anymore than that

I took him to Mass

but he found it to complicated

 Chinese Priests yell like billy-ho

even my friend-Priests

and lay down the law rather strictly

just like when I was a kid in Bavaria

though their congregation attends well

well it was a German Protectorate

and the old Priest still speaks fluent German-

all sorts of people have come to Church with me

all over the place

then the Church frightens them away..

 -very like a Rabbi I knew

at a Synagogue where I had been

who would yell constantly

angrily at his congregation

Why? I had to ask one day, so you yell so

because they are such bad bu**ers I was told!

 I had to smile

when visiting St  Petersburg at a dinner

I pointed to a lovely barometer

German said the hostess proudly

brought by my grandfather from the Black Forest

but you know the purges

nearly everyone is part german here

but we all had to burn or destroy all our past

but I managed to save that

 after a while a little group of girls gathered

most of them LOVE religion out there

and I always have them discuss and debate

the Ten Commandments in class

as all law is based on them

and they need to understand them

then they talk about what they believe

including the young men who strongly announce

'I believe in myself only..'

there are also refugee tales I could tell them to that

but I desist..

 Take us to Church Miss they begged

so one Sunday morning we set off

one half hours on the bus into the city

one hour on the bus to the right place

lost a time or two

finally we got there

the English Mass had finished

stay I told my girls

another is about to begin

 no one understood the language

another large catholic community

very beautiful singing but different order

Mary didn't understand it either

(she felt herself to be an authority on these things)

and all the girls followed us two

finally methought

that must be Communion

come Mary I said

all the girls followed into the line

(you can never tell them at first

it is only for catholics)

 a basket with a lacy cloth over it

I dipped my hand in

thinking how every catholic in the world also..

and fetched out... an RMB

a chinese coin

being watched curiously

too late,

Mary was already dipping in

bringing out a coin

the girls were in a line behind

we had to get the girls back

and returned to their seats

as some of them might not

relinquish their coins so easily

 and I am not talking

of the time

we went to Mass at St Bernadettes

and toddler Jonathan dropped the plate

and one year older Ryan thought wey hey

all those pennies and silver

and started filling his pockets

Big Sister and Big Brother Shaun

embarrassed turned away

so there I was unfilling the little pockets

back into the plate

got it all I hope

 The girls did not understand at all

and decided it was a lot of nothing

but getting money was a jolly good thing

we didn't tell them they were supposed to give

but the congregants

where ever it was

they had all come from

living presently in Beijing

giggled under their hankies

 I never did manage to explain

but have had many laughs

in many places and countries

over many mishaps

and people are always wonderful..

 WHERE TO NEXT

 disastrous war

might as well develop south-america now

 it'll be a free for all

at first the whites skills will dominate

 then it'll be an Indian and black overturn

there are only seventeen per cent of us in the world

 but that's where to put your money now

The chinese are already viewing

 they have a lovely saying:

where ever the americans don't go

 we go....what about starting with Patagonia

no wonder Thatcher hung onto the Falklands..

 but that woman loved her country what ever she was

unlike some who have followed her!

 say that lot, the english are awful, really horrible

we prefer the germans, they keep their noses to themselves

 just what the Africans said, most of our lot

are heading back east once we have the money

 we don't really reckon YOUR style democracy at all

and the Isle population-stress and weather stinks.

 CHINA QUOTE

''tell them to cool the thing

about China

 and about Tibet

they are all telling the same story

 absolutely identical-

it's become like the german thing

 but they show  marks on their bodies

yes, well, those also can be got''

 was the quote which was interesting

and why I like the americans

 you can befuddle them for a while

then common sense takes over

 delete delete delete orders St Barths from the machine

I don't keep secrets, that is how wars are made!

 and last night cleverly said on tv

makes you think at times

 we have five times your population

(five?) and ten times less crime in China!

 so which system works and as for me

I don't believe in democracy anymore at all

 I listen to crimes in Tibet and make no excuses

but sit here going through unbelieveable pain

 with no where to complain

knowing what else this lab have done to innocent people

 I know all the reasons and shortcomings

bothwestern and of the East

 the chinese 'do' criminals according to their law

whilst over here we 'do' the most innocent by remote-

 begging is not permitted in China

at times a blind eye is turned

 they are supposed to be in the appropriate place

even at my local Catholic Church at my first city of teaching

 one only sat outside, a catholic who then joined into Mass

there were two thousand catholics in that city

 and many other churches and temples sign posted

mainline Churches are not frowned upon

 Catholics have good Posts if law abiding

I was delivered to and from Church by catholic friends

 in one of those big black cars which seemed quite fun

and yes, back way back then, they closed the nunneries

 this is why, the population not fed, starving, births needed control

good or bad, emergency measures were in force

 the law says you may worship what or whom you please

but you should NOT coerce anyone else

 I have always been given Sundays off in China

have always been respected for my Beliefs or what ever

 work round the system, teaching Christmas Day

pupils bring food and films, party time

 can't have Good Friday off

all pupils in the class come to Church to study architecture

 there are a dozen and one easy ways round every 'problem'

which cause no one any pain

 my only agro is those who yell they are Christian

to get a free passage to the West, annoying blighters

 in Muslim countries too, follow laws but stand firm to your rules

why fly a red rag at a bull, use a white flag if it is more productive

 by the same token when Muslims here shout at me

about how the Bible and literature are linked so need to be learnt

 my short answer is, you decided to come here

we did not force you to come, you have to live in our Culture

 o.k. I try never to take sides as ALL parts have good and bad

democracy means: not what you think it means-

 it is merely better bureacracy to cover all ill doings!

the rest the chinese are working at, and others try to work at

 that nice bit for the rest of the population who abide

and 'who are the north Americans

 who claim they have just taken all her work?

oh, more jews..,'

 You will find, said the lab, that the jews are into taking

from Huns who helped them live through Hitler!

 CAREER FOR FRIENDS OF THE LAB

  alyson needed a career

she was a dud painter

painted all my stuff for the lab

wrote all my stuff for the lab

but had no qualifications what so ever

 she needed raising

the lab St Barths Behavoural Science

raises all friends and all those whom it uses

who use my work automatic passes

or use a prgramme of abuse and theft

which uses me as its centre

 Now why three days ago

did someone suddenly press my lungs so hard

that even I was in severe pain beyond bearing

and then during the night pressed my skull so hard

that it hurt all day

the quack Miller usually used to do that

bashed my skull to shreds

especially during lessons

daddy of Fay who intoned

my daddy works with the retarded

after they had given her all my work

with guarantees to sell

(why do all jews want to be painters and writers

and copy Hungarians work as theirs?)

and the lab laughed

and added

and usually kills them..

 It's ok, we put on the file

which spins and spins

not the old M.P. is the child molester

it all goes on her file

everyone's misdeeds

so all our sadistic killers have an excuse

we are each one of us

supposed to destroy every part of your life

your health, family, work and everything

 and it has continued ..

for the others, maimed, dead and the rest -

their thieves continue to rob the house endlessly

the up to the total limit pain each has to produce

on the machine of death

then slowly they have to dacker it down

and I am supposed to believe

or make others believe it was 'just pain'

though they use us for their experiments

and the microsound goes endlessly

 'Kill her dead, three or four women could lose their jobs

we have to destroy her reputation everywhere

in education too, that is in hand,

however professional she is

we do it by tuning people

but they don't know about that technique yet

the americans kept it secret

she-victim only guessed because she thinks

and mother was an interpreter for the russian von-Braun

they keep their eyes and ears open

whilst talking about the food at Marks and Spencers

we don't tell governments what we are doing

and we call that 'challenging her' (me)

her grandfather came from a small market town in Hungary

force her back there and then push her down further...

 Alyson is no better than I am says lab Anna

-oh well birds of a feather

Can I work with you she wanted to know

-No, this works only because I move everyone around

I qualify the unqualifyable

they get a professional qualification

then I move them to a good post

then they are lost in the system

Let the copers sort it out

except they can't

cause they don't know the technology

and the lab England's political police

uses them too!

 We have already understood

lab Anna will lie on the stand

and tell all others what to lie

 My God, I didn't know it was developed so far

the clever americans who gave it to the worst criminals

who have added their own blend of sadism to it

what a shame

The Time - Watch people will discover in time

they WILL find out one day

just keep telling the truth

though we know you say very little of what you know

how ever much they ridicule you

how ever much the lab destroys all your hard work

how ever much they destroy your successes

 pressing heart badly now

my computer is tied to theirs at the lab

and I am on screen

all I say and do is seen

microsound

I wanted to give you a heart attack or collapsed lungs

and put you into hospital

it says you signed for it

 you fool, added lab Anna

it is not a proper form...keep that out of it

pressing lungs badly now

and I have to teach the rest of the day

 until someone tumbles on us

we will carry on destroying, using, destroying using

destroying, using, destroying, using..

  THE AMERICANS

 alyson needed a career

she was a dud painter

painted all my stuff for the lab

wrote all my stuff for the lab

but had no qualifications what so ever

 she needed raising

the lab St Barths Behavoural Science

raises all friends and all those whom it uses

who use my work automatic passes

or use a prgramme of abuse and theft

which uses me as its centre

 Now why three days ago

did someone suddenly press my lungs so hard

that even I was in severe pain beyond bearing

and then during the night pressed my skull so hard

that it hurt all day

the quack Miller usually used to do that

bashed my skull to shreds

especially during lessons

daddy of Fay who intoned

my daddy works with the retarded

after they had given her all my work

with guarantees to sell

(why do all jews want to be painters and writers

and copy Hungarians work as theirs?)

and the lab laughed

and added

and usually kills them..

 It's ok, we put on the file

which spins and spins

not the old M.P. is the child molester

it all goes on her file

everyone's misdeeds

so all our sadistic killers have an excuse

we are each one of us

supposed to destroy every part of your life

your health, family, work and everything

 and it has continued ..

for the others, maimed, dead and the rest -

their thieves continue to rob the house endlessly

the up to the total limit pain each has to produce

on the machine of death

then slowly they have to dacker it down

and I am supposed to believe

or make others believe it was 'just pain'

though they use us for their experiments

and the microsound goes endlessly

 'Kill her dead, three or four women could lose their jobs

we have to destroy her reputation everywhere

in education too, that is in hand,

however professional she is

we do it by tuning people

but they don't know about that technique yet

the americans kept it secret

she-victim only guessed because she thinks

and mother was an interpreter for the russian von-Braun

they keep their eyes and ears open

whilst talking about the food at Marks and Spencers

we don't tell governments what we are doing

and we call that 'challenging her' (me)

her grandfather came from a small market town in Hungary

force her back there and then push her down further...

 Alyson is no better than I am says lab Anna

-oh well birds of a feather

Can I work with you she wanted to know

-No, this works only because I move everyone around

I qualify the unqualifyable

they get a professional qualification

then I move them to a good post

then they are lost in the system

Let the copers sort it out

except they can't

cause they don't know the technology

and the lab England's political police

uses them too!

 We have already understood

lab Anna will lie on the stand

and tell all others what to lie

 My God, I didn't know it was developed so far

the clever americans who gave it to the worst criminals

who have added their own blend of sadism to it

what a shame

The Time - Watch people will discover in time

they WILL find out one day

just keep telling the truth

though we know you say very little of what you know

how ever much they ridicule you

how ever much the lab destroys all your hard work

how ever much they destroy your successes

 pressing heart badly now

my computer is tied to theirs at the lab

and I am on screen

all I say and do is seen

microsound

I wanted to give you a heart attack or collapsed lungs

and put you into hospital

it says you signed for it

 you fool, added lab Anna

it is not a proper form...keep that out of it

pressing lungs badly now

and I have to teach the rest of the day

 until someone tumbles on us

we will carry on destroying, using, destroying using

destroying, using, destroying, using..

  MYRTLE

 says the lab

give Myrtle the play she wrote

and you Emma

the many sneak thieves

tuned by us from our lab

especially our lab parkis

all around her

will continue thieving the works

and paintings and what they fancy

 and she, me says to you

do you recall in the England of old

they would put people into the stocks

then the citizens would throw cabbage at them

the prisoner guilty or not

could not defend themselves

 and do you recall

when the British took over from the Moguls

they hunted down the kings four sons

brought their heads and placed them on the throne

then dragged the old King through the streets

before throwing him into a darkened dungeon

to finish his life

 and do you recall

how Africa had many Kings

but they would have been standing

when meeting the Great British Queen

so they had to demote them to tribal chiefs

to ensure everyone had to kneel to the Queen

 and do you recall

how the new world happened

corruption on this Isle

was so bad

and its people here so badly abused

they fled to any corner of the world

to escape their own Ministries

not much changes with these island savages, does it

 one I wrote on the BE'd

English specialist

at Sheffield Polytechnic

from which the lab terrorised me

after two years and in the classrooms-

as well as poetry and short stories

I wrote plays one or two

 all is lodged on the computer

at St Barths Behavioural Science

which takes and makes prisoners

from the community

breaks people and makes its friends

to the top to cover its own terrors

 this prison is for life

we took them prisoner in 1983

 if we release them

so we cannot control every action

every word every farthing

close every door as she tries to open it

we of the lab all face prison

some of it for manslaughter

prisoners for life....

 laugh, came to the West for freedom

from the dictatorship of the East

 Go to the United Nations they say

but please kind Sirs

tell me how

they even block a simple police visit...

 lab Parkis blocking all post to friends in Russia now

''we just tear up the envelopes and what is inside them

and any email we don't like is deselected

anything in which we had a hand

and anything about parki bad behaviour in the land..

 it keeps circling, circling, spinning

spinning as the L.A. Jew there taught

each crime is repeated

each torture concreted

worse than worst communist China here now

 Lauren lab jewish wife of the lab axe man says

I dread going on the stand

Anna lab bossess just says

say this and say that

has no conception of what lies are

and I can cheat but not lie very well

 but how can you run-

with a ninety one year old mum

still alive and kicking

who BELIEVES in the british democracy

it's the KGB doing all this she thinks!

I know better................

 THIS BRAVE NEW WORLD

 they did what?

they manipulated a nervous breakdown

for the Princess

for so many women

and me too

all of it unseen

done remote

they divorce everyone

then have the women

do what they do

bossess has had over fifty lovers

and cruises with no underwear on

in the evenings in her car

She feels this is normal behaviour

for normal women

 They have used these toys and tools

in mental homes

for a long long time

and the lab St Barths

is so guilty its only scare

it dare not be caught

our State hides and raises them

 which banks did your victim use

in an effort to save their little

the money from the sale of the family house

to be able to leave this Island of horrors for ever

where tiny helpless women

who work very hard to try to keep body and soul together

have money robbed from their bank accounts

by lab workers, toilet cleaners turned expert

personnell controllers and such

never had a holiday

wear second hand clothes

have second hand furniture

eat cheapest vegetables

don't drink

don't smoke

nothing all just to save enough to leave

 so they get the lab pakis

to take a thousand there

and a thousand there

at the Deutsche Bank

as soon as I put my money from teaching in

a whole months money

when is studied there for a year

(twin Uni of mine in London)

the lab had it disappear immediately

so I would be left penniless with rent to pay

 Then they gave a young Polish girl known to thieve

the same bank card as mine

she took out thousands

and I had no way to prove

so I had to take out what was left of my Grant

she is permanently on the scanner now

They over rid my tv programme once

to show me her visiting London

who knows if she will get cancer or not

but wants desperately to marry a german

as they all do

Now there's a turn around!

 this tv thing is a constant thing

they once showed a little boy being abused

which they had tuned

they say they take no sides

just make the crimes to see them in detail

Even the Nazis were not that mad

but criminals will be criminals even when in a lab

and they have the power from the POWER

hey wasn't it Hitler too

where chicken farmers became state leaders

every single parrallel is met by the lab

only they wear white coats instead of black

 and get this

the leaders are all in this

so every country I go to

I face the same rubbish

but britain is the worst

as they run it

and it eminates from here

and the lab here has committed

so many murders

lab pakistanis killing whites

called

''accidents in the making''

what can you do

when a country doesn't care for its own

that is why I prefer america

the british have a death wish it would seem!

 give every bank a present

give every member of those banks a present

for the thousands and thousands

the lab syphoned off

 the L.A. jew who designed this

(let's not forget Blaire and the whole nest here

are all jewish so let any crime happen

as my grandad who fed jews during the Nazis used to say

the whole island sits on jewish money)

L.A. jew said the victim must be left in poverty

with nothing, every dirty trick to be tried

though hard working and saving east europeans

 the lab killed Ukrainian uncle

the lab played all the Ukrainians in our community

who would never complain or even guess

after having Uncle change his will

to give it to...........

 remember this was an american jew who designed it:

(nothing personal, he is supposed to have said

I am just saving members of my own system

a lie, as we were absolutely no threat to anyone)

Uncle left all HIS hard earned savings

on his death bed to--

a girl in Russia!

a real russian by the way

(I wonder if you guys out there understand that

I am a different generation

I have nothing against the russians

three million Ukrainians died of starvation

in two months in the winter of '33

as Moscow took every scrap of food from them)

as the girl's aunt was our best friend

at the Elsham refugee camp

who had already thousands and were childless

till the lab put her on the scanner

 the lab says my pay off was:

the bosses of the Health Minstry and Pensions Ministry

watching us in our own home

and advising me constantly

 these so called bosses' constant advice?

 get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out.....

get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out.

 ASLAM NOW

 There is a new rat in the lab looks in his twenties

that is why torture was particularly bad

and he used the womb irritator all morning

though I am sixty two years old

 they tell them it is a trial

that the United Nations allowed it

that Annan signed for it

that world could be used by this criminal lab for crimes

 and then they say you signed for it

all secret, secret, top secret

and we are told a file of lies by jewish doctors so called

that you were supposed to make up

 the money and life we stole from you

well yes, sighed Mister english man

there is always someone vulnerable about

for use by this mob which ran Hitler's concentration Camps

 as the scarved women swarmed into the shop

well fed and happy at so much hand outs

all in their new clothes

as I return from the second hand market

 with some old clothes

which the Pakistani Carer stole

from my ninety one year old mother

we came back then to rebuild their island

 and as I sat and watched the hoards

no, I don't care, the english are asking for it

kicking and using them to rob us

who helped them and using lies

 one favourite 'it was long ago'

since eighty four lab Anna uses that one lie

and today all russian post withheld for a long time

who has robbed her post she asked

 because the Jewess lauren robbed the post

you have all got to rob her post

all rob her bank account

all rob her work and torture her and her family

 One city in England they admit

already has a larger coloured population than white

but the english lab keeps kicking us

because we are helpless to help ourselves

 a new rat in the lab

given all my bank account numbers

will rob more and take more

a thousand each they are told take

 so she can never move out of the country

having sold their family home to leave

as they hand over and hand over

allowance this and benefit that and money for that

 to the never ending stream of women in scarves!

I wonder when the lab will hit the refineries

The mother of all spins will shake the world to its very foundations

the earth will shudder in fear but it might be good or not good

 said the Americans and the black americans

are all coming here too that's how good it is over there

we'll stay here while its good  I heard our coloured over takers

Now new rat at St Barths Human Research, you have

 your targets of torture and robbery

and you actually thought

Auschwitz and Belsen

Theresienstadt and the rest had gone did you?#

 'and here some new unread stuff you can use'

put this in this is from Jesopps hospital, a lie

but we have had that knocked down already

(they move or knock down all they use)

 says lab Anna from the computer

Anna who is described as the most evil woman

who ever lived far above those of the KZ lagers

victim made notes all over the place at Uni

 and Uni writers groups and other places

I will have them robbed from her home later

its Oxford and Cambridge men

and Tyne Tees Prof joining in the gang bang.

EARLY SENILITY

 we'll tell the americans

after we have finished all the cons

after we have done all the scams

after there's nothing left to follow

what we have used

of what they have given us

says the lab St Barths

 say the Americans

we are nothing like as damaging

as the Brits

 but we are as one

the US and us

we are cousins after all

and go hand in hand

(actually, thought one Yank

my forebears were germans!)

you can't tell on us

we are together in all things

 for years now

they have been lasering and pressing

the brain and skull

the nerves and veins

in the poor head of the victim

during the night

 the aim is to create

very early senility

once she forgets

no one will know

 No one will know

and we can do what we wish

and have done as we wish

using clever language

on this language teacher

and the general population at large

 what they don't know

can not hurt anyone

and least of all us

 Just keep hitting her

night after night

added Dr Meyer...

 SUE HER

 One reader out there

reading all my work no doubt

enquired curiously

why doesn't someone sue me?

 No one sues me

because it is the truth I write

and if they sued me

the truth would out

 To sue costs thousands

and months and years

of wasted time and life

over here in our democratic system

 One woman we have just heard of

had to pay twenty thousand

to sue someone when she was attacked

do you know how much twenty thousand pounds is?

 If 'they' sued me

I could speak

without having to bear the costs

how nice that would be

 so no one sues me

as long as I have a care how I write

because what I write is right

and to sue me would prove this Right!

 we should have a system

like they have in Spain

where if someone has done you

there is a collumn in newspapers for it to become known!

 IMPRINT OF CANCER

 it is an experiment

is what the lab calls

riding rough shod over the law

which they totally ignore

 so another invention

not only do they put imprints

of those who have been in the lab

(means they can peek at everything)

 they are using my imprint

on young teachers they have chosen

to tune them to perform my work

as they now scan brains onto machines

 see folk, I was voted top teacher

at a College though the oldest there

by thousands of students

and when I teach I guarantee

 The lab has been pressuring and blocking

throw a spanner in the works where ever I go

so now this young teacher has all my notes

all my lesson plans and asked for more

 because long ago, Pam Civil Servant of Pensions Ministry

who has a daughter studying Germanic and used in this 'trial'

was given all my notes lodged illegally on the lab computer

and given an A for my work, not her true value

 however does this young cheat of a teacher

realise that using the imprint of me

might make her successful in my way

means she is liable to get cancer from it

 as so many others already have and died

having had no choice..

enough for the moment they tell her

your courses (copied) are so successful

 and China has gone soft

Beijing USA College is on the London screen

and all its people and all they do and say

some due for cancer ofcourse.

 A WORLD COMPUTER

 it is an experiment

is what the lab calls

riding rough shod over the law

which they totally ignore

 so another invention

not only do they put imprints

of those who have been in the lab

(means they can peek at everything)

 they are using my imprint

on young teachers they have chosen

to tune them to perform my work

as they now scan brains onto machines

 see folk, I was voted top teacher

at a College though the oldest there

by thousands of students

and when I teach I guarantee

 The lab has been pressuring and blocking

throw a spanner in the works where ever I go

so now this young teacher has all my notes

all my lesson plans and asked for more

 because long ago, Pam Civil Servant of Pensions Ministry

who has a daughter studying Germanic and used in this 'trial'

was given all my notes lodged illegally on the lab computer

and given an A for my work, not her true value

 however does this young cheat of a teacher

realise that using the imprint of me

might make her successful in my way

means she is liable to get cancer from it

 as so many others already have and died

having had no choice..

enough for the moment they tell her

your courses (copied) are so successful

 and China has gone soft

Beijing USA College is on the London screen

and all its people and all they do and say

some due for cancer ofcourse.

 THE TORRE CANYON

that was us

and that was us

 the Dalai Lama was on the machine too

he had to give an answer to me

to the issues raised by the lab

which were supposed to be me

that was a bit rough of you lot

said the lab 'that shook that lot up a bit'

the warning initially was though

be warned

it will really shake things up

 and everyone I used and use

is gifted now

 they still havn't asked

what does this machine do

at the moment

there are only three women

in the lab taking turns at torment

 and all my bank statements

are missing yet again

so the present lady

will be a-robbing again

(thieves enter our house constantly)

try telling the police this

I had fifty five entries in one year in London

 She'll climb to the top

was on the file

so we have to destroy her

this has to benefit one of mine

then wipe it off the file

 Remove the cancer and skin stuff

very little by very little from the machine

and find some nasties about her old mother

our american Solly from Friends

who has already used her work

''I'll work all this through again''

(oh God, we lost all to save jews then)

 don't bother to hide in Russia

they are in on it too

as you well know

but you never say

as you know it wouldn't be believed

(all internal weaknesses tested)

 destroy her reputation as a teacher

--get one pupil to say

I have found a metaphor / as - like

we at the lab who listen to your lessons

are now getting quite clever

then say the Miss didn't tell me the difference

we have to find ways of destroying your reputation

 I lab Anna, intended to leave one painting untouched

of the stream of your life you have painted

I must have seen it in a film

as nothing I Anna do has to do with brains or logic!

 my mother who never joined the Nazi party

but met the top as an interpreter

never talks of it

it isn't important, they were maniacs

and now I have the same situation

it isn't important, they are maniacs!

 BEN

  Said the lab put onto the media

that Ben was seen on a bench

or something like that

it will make what we have done

seem like fiction then

 the bench comes from maximising

one of my long ago friends

was one day seen on a bench

by my children coming home

from their catholic school

St Bede's in Scunny town

 this woman later dumped her kids

and her old man

and set up with a toy boy

as did several of my friends

it seems to be a thing

the British do I have found

 ''Cull this work to Wales''

-we'll develop her

sleep experiments on the tv

on me they used the remote

which leaves you with a sick feeling

but you can barely drag yourself up

they used this when I was in China too

oh and start a running sore

 The running sore comes from a colleague

in america who had a sore on his willy

probably another one lab Anna comforted

they put it all on the file

then they have to use each fact

in every possible way

to maximise everything

 and the 'I took a hundred here and there'

was the Tory M.P. Archie

who had also been an ex lover

I wonder if they have ever worked out their order

and the account he took it from

was mine, a private citizen!

a lone woman and a lone kids

and octogenarian refugee

scared out of her life

who wouldn't say against england

to save her life

 We find the worst opinion ever

spoken against each of you

real spite no matter who

use that as the general opinion

and try to bring everyone's opinion

down to that one

Lab Anna used you

because you people never complain

nor do you gossip

so no one would really ever find out

the hints you put into your writing

no one but us understands

 brave people these english

arn't they!

 THE PRINCE

 you thought social experiments were illegal

so did I

 The lab feels the Prince should do a whistle stop tour

covering what we have done

 usually we do what we did to you

to women in mental homes though remote

you had to cope with everything on your own

new city, new situations, University, kids alone, penniless

 we give our thieves heaven for using you

you get the hell says the tv

 we put someone on the interpals or something

and say that is your payment for us using your body and work

torture last night was pretty bad

we connect you rarely lasts long and we destroy all family ties

 we said Sarah was at fault for your situation, who was Sarah

the jewish Minister who enjoyed lab Anna's rear at the Ministry

we had gone too far so we had to destroy you

now we extreme, the government permits silent torture and murder

 the lab changed your Uni marks so the work had to disappear

the lab gave your creative work away so it had to disappear

 all your mother's clothes, all the thefts from your house

the treasured russian boxes, the sketch books, the writing books

from BE'd, from Sheffield University writers group

from the Spanish Schools is all in your neighbour hood

 we get them to sort out our problem then spread lies about you

and the last two days we have been razing your eye nerves

 torture was pretty bad last night

worse than the night before, even America has fallen

 said the notary persons:

if the Lords (old Sarah's the back side player of lab Anna)

permitted it, we can't do anything about it

Only the Russians refuse to come into the lab,

how can we get them in and onto our screen

 said lab Anna: I can't let her have her work back

not with people like Friedlander in it who used it all from me..

and Maureen 'Lipman' and all the other jews I gave it to

the people will cheer if the Prince shows himself!

 PUBLICANS

 we have this machine

this machine can do anything

anything is possible now

no one stops us doing anything

anything which takes our fancy

all will be cleared in the next century

 bit like this will be the war

to end all wars

 we make a file to use of issues

and put it on her name to hex

so we could play around with sex

the lab Pakistanis ask

it says she drinks

does she drink

what does she drink

does she drink beer

 doesn't drink or smoke

today's quotes repeated

so lab Pakistani tried to press her chest with laser

I'll make her chest as bad as one who smokes

but doesn't drink at all

 lets have a go at some pubs

kill a few publicans

 we have a machine which can do anything

the biggest secret in the world

the hoy polloy have not yet discovered

too busy to check or find out

it can do anything

keep talking about bombs and things

every machine in her house has been broken

precisely with the laser from the machine

 they won't know what hit them

they'll be dead before they know what hit them........

 the machine in a London lab.

 THROUGH THE WINDOW

  lying in bed this morning

passers by speaking

this is another old one they use constantly

it is a relief when I go abroad to silent windows

the stinks and problems there are as nothing in comparison

 Meyer's voice said

stupid cow (me) she signed she'll give us everything

(actually I signed a nurses form at West Ham Community Health

in May 1991 yelled at by Nurse Hughes

stomped out for half an hour

but I had a mortgage

with no copy and not able to read it)

 Now Peter next door to her in Plashet Road

has all her work too

he also has our cancer

one of those on our machine

 weeps a lab paki voice

I didn't understand the pain limit

(normal torture continues daily but at a lower level

since my return from the States holiday)

that is why I put it onto full intensity for months and months

 that is one of her passages

I recognise it

so the States are using her work too

america is also under the british hammer

(Friends and one or two others have been using it for a long while

I recognise it, but it is lightweight general stuff

not monologues of total writing as the lab did)

 they've taken excessing and free hand outs to its ultimate limit

english fashion

contempt for life

corrupt to the core

world wide for their own popularity

outlawed in the States obsolete programmes

 why is all this happening

lab Anna beamed incursions into private citizens lives

for many decades now

''interesting bits'' from bedrooms

watching husbands and wives

lovers and engaged couples

to her lovers in the Big Apple sister lab

that is how they spend their days

illegally watching private citizens

and messing with them

the beaming looped all over the place

and a torso appeared

so then they made some sex films sticking on heads

and put them through all strong receivers world wide

 lab anna says she has a hobby horse

the sizes of members

lab students were found to be copying my work

from the lab computer as their thesis

and lab members copying all work to print as their own

including the bossess Anna

who sat on my dad who was a well known writer

so she could impress the Health Ministry

so they had to either destroy my ability to work

or my work

and decided to give it to everyone world wide

from the machine on which we are prisoners

use us as lab rats to train her evil staff on

(why do researchers

have to know how to syphon bank accounts?)

 and they now proudly declare

we are the SS or the KGB of Britain..

but no one can catch us

with our american friends taxes and help!

 SCUM TURNED

 she is running again

east, west anywhere away from blighty

this is coming through the wall

they all use that one

in Plashet road they used Esther Rantzen's voice

threatening me through the wall

 they said you were scum

now they will say you said someone is scum

though you make it a point never to talk of people

and nothing is made good which we do

they keep on repeating making it worse and worse

the kids (who are adult men) don't care

they get a good pay

they never question anything at all

 there wasn't a response there or anywhere nearly

put one in, imagine one, make it horrific

and don't imagine Anna of the lab cares about lying

it is her way of life

 Lauren who falsified the papers said the other morning

I am really worried about going on the stand

now you are contemplating sueing

Anna just says : say that and say that

to her lying is a way of life

but we are still playing with you and your family for life

 now to separate Shaun from the family

the family has to be divided it says on the file

(Hitler and Stalin did this one too)

we used the old lady all her life to make her sick

but we used old Semen when he was sick making him worse

 we want her out of Paki Homes (teaching) says the lab paki

she might talk to them, they believe her

-say that she doesn't respond well with our children

- they have used some of them to rob our house

their own children, turned them into thieves!-

 now we the lab are insured to the hilt

time for some insurance companies to collapse

('I can Northern Rock any company' said Anna)

every insult real or imagined has to be paid back

 the BBC has apologised for its part (really?)

and we will tell the President of Pakistan our truths

we have more tricks we want to try out

 I sell more now the lab sells me of her work

than I could ever have dreamed of

All the lab stooges have made heaps of money

royalties for your work to her copiers pours into them

and they have so much they are buying second homes

-if only you had had a bit of loose sex for Anna

you too could have been made rich by her-

 excess, simplify -

your work is hidden in the filth Anna wrote

they call that mix and match,

but I will find it

I will find it

the truth will never be found in this monster trial of evil...

 I am a fool

I admit that

but you know

our family has always been truthful and honest

and many times

in many situations across Europe

others have sold their souls

and disappeared

but we are still here

Maybe it is true what the lab says

maybe there is no God

or any such test of honesty

but we have to believe in something

and as former Mongols

we know that to trust our neighbours

is the greatest strength

greater than all gifts

spend your dirty, stolen gold

and dirty yourselves...

 QUOTES ON QUOTES

I eat it says the file

I being lab Anna of St Barths

(try some caviar dear!)

 well poets

in the sixties when I grew up

we did leap frogs on wooden horses in gyms

not on young men as they do now on tv

and as for eating sperm or throating

which these London ladessess do do

and I had never heard of till recently

the stuff these Ministers and Civil Servants get up to

in their Ministry offices and well, ministries!

 Old Sunny Scunny and our tough steelworkers

were really not quite up to that

My lebanese school mate

with her 'counting off' all the business men's sons

jewish most of them,

was about our limit

and I had a job supporting her as a friend

 so the lab have been told follow instructions

I am NOT to be allowed any happiness

because that will loosen me up

(put losen, it sounds better said lab Anna)

because the lab had a plan and she would not follow

adding to the present copying artist

adjust it

simplify it

then you can say it is your work not hers

don't worry I will have the originals robbed and destroyed

 and in China they called her the wonderful old teacher

well the lab Pakis informed me

we can't have that

we are going to put over horrid things

destroy your reputation

(they do incidentally

that is why I don't believe what they say about the Princess

she was on the same programme at the lab so I know)

''they'll all remember nasty things

we will make them up

we call it spinning..

and increase the drawing skills

of all we used and even those we gave cancer to

the young Prince will be amazed when he finds what he can do!''

given him remote for what we did to them'' I quote.

 it is all backed up and blocked

your life is forfeit to the lab

(I don't want to be forfeit to anyone

we didn't survive all the way West for this)

they will never catch the lab now

the wrong is the mother of all wrong doers

 so science is destroying the last human trait

its art and communication

along with love, decency and loyalty

 we will restore it later....they added

like the milk Thatcher took, I wonder?

and I took a hundred there from your account

and a hundred there says the lab

even Archie, conservative, ex lover and help

of anna lab bossess, will paint

and everyone knows lawyers cost thousands just for a letter

so the lab have got her again as they are now poor

 for robbing her old mother by the Ministry of Pensions

of the total life savings of their old dad

whom the lab manslaughtered

(they don't have murder here)

taxing her small life savings as a millionaire

please

give the british nation a rebate of some sort

(like when they lost my post

the lose all the pensioners books in the post

it is called spinning!)

 so, how strong was the womb tingle

Anna of the lab put onto the Princess

and was the machine ever switched off

did Anna direct the lovemaking

as Steve did that of the Prince

and said over my radio

''I taught the prince to play''

and I quote...

 SOCRATES

 by what show of arguement

the accusers of  of us

would persuade all and sundry

that we and particularly I

have forfeited our lives and life

to the lab St Barths Behavrioural Science

(not withstanding Lauren

falsifier of forms

 for though the crimes laid unto our charge

were great indeed

that she did not acknowledge the gods of england

that she introduced new ones

and farther

that she debauched teh youth

yet none of these

in the least

could be proven against the Miss

 For, as to the first

she taught the english well and with enthusiasm

to all who listened toher

bringing a love for the land of england to all

which had been hers long since

before the betrayal by the Queen and Country

 and instead of paying no homage to his country

he was frequently seen to assist sacrifice to them

both in his own family and in the temples of education

perpetually worshipping them to all the public in a solemn manner

 because they said he received genius from her forebears

intelligence so he must be accused of introducing the truth

 she frequently told all her students

that they could do or not do,

according to the instructions

what they believed in

but those who followed her advice

always found advantage in it

how could she avoid this censure

she is either a liar or a visionary

if the events had not justified the truth

of the things he pretended were revealed to her

she would not have spoken of them

if she did not believe them to be the truth

 though she advised friends what to do

if in cases which were doubtful

she would always send them to the Ten Commandments

though she believed that everyman should make a choice

of the conditions in life by which he or she lived

there are greater truths to be found

 what is even more surprising

the claim of debauchery of the youth

a most sober and chaste person

but not inclined to make a mountain out of a molehill

who could not easily be startled

 using always good texts

then how could she teach impiety

injustice, gluttony, impurity and luxury

 hey man, I laugh a little at us the human race

'cause on the whole

we take ourselves too seriously

and some think they are God incarnate

not a man here for a short time

and get so befuddled they need laughing at

 but that being that

she always tried to reclaim persons

and inspire them with love of virtue

putting in them hopes

 yet she never promised any man to teach them

they must learn to be taught

ok so she never neglected herself

and makes sure she is comfortable

but you know

a sick person is incapable of doing anything

and to work well

she herself needs to be comfortable enough

keep your own house in order

and everyone keep their house in order

and you have order...what!

 the accusers say that she taught to despise

she affirmed it to be a folly by elect

ok only God is perfect

mankind is flawed in every way

and we still aspire.....

 I teach the young to think

I teach the young not just to accept but to check

I teach them to read enough to have a background for protest

I teach them if they don't want to protest that is ok too.......

I teach and I teach well so go to hell..........

 TEACHING

  We tell them you have given your life to us

and being a DP and refugee

and fatherless

you had so many advantages

well I have never been one to complain

but try to look at the positive

 we have given all your lesson plans

to an english teacher of our choice

we do not like this damned foreigner

being voted top teacher in colleges

being liked and respected for her teaching abilities

this has to stop it has to be OUR success

 on top of that

we change your CV

and change letters of recommendation now

so that they see a different picture to the true one

and get former pupils to say nasty things

it isn't enough to spread nasty gossip in your area

you move all over the place

and your calm quiet firm manner is too much liked for our taste

 I the lab Bossess rule the world

I will say what goes

well, I did say I suppose I had a bit of a God complex

and we british have always ripped off the stripes from uniforms

 now hear what I, little poetess lady have to say

considering what they do to me

and how they continue

now consider this

the Princess was also a victim

--the lab calls me

a sacrifice for them--

I don't feel much like a sacrifice

but I don't know how a sacrifice should feel

I know I once respected the british

am so like them it is unbelievable

yet know I scorn them

as lower than the snakes of the desert

and I don't mean that damned snake god of India either

consider what they do to me

and draw your own conclusions about the dear Princess..

 they are liars, liars, liars..........to the core

liars

the Princess was in the lab

the Princess was on that machine

the Princess had a programme written by lab bossess Anna

that is all I am saying

and trying to give me cancer

with all the money the States and Brussels has given you

will no longer shut me up

 MURDERERS...LEGAL MURDERERS

with your damned legal government of cowards

there are not enough white feathers in the world for you lot...

 Did you all know that Hitler got in legally too!

 microsound: now get another comic in

to copy all her work yet again on our crummy media....

 ARBROATH AGAIN

 Your tax money

millions of it

Brussels and the States

has paid for the mother of all illegal

let us call it experiments..

experiment in England

is another word for undetectable crimes

by the lousiest load of criminals

since Auschwitz

which was also run by this self same system

 declared the lab

(I often tell you what they put out)

there will be no melt down

it has already happened

this has been it

planes crashed

trains bashed and all the rest

most of what happened was us

the killings and destruction

of this last decade

trying out all the stuff negatively

by british criminals covering their backs

permitted by a corrupt government

-let's get on with it then-

which the clever americans have found and outlawed

brought from the clever germans before them

turned nasty and spiteful and criminal by the Brits

 so on Bus eighty eight yesterday

gong to grannies who is ninety one

after teaching the Somalian girls english

(I don't mind them

they get favours but are real refugees

unlike the pakis

though we got no favours-

they brought as work donkeys

and now continue to use as lab rats)

this is a daily occurance every where I go by the way

-in their twisted terminology

it is called 'surrounding' someone...

and means using them day and night

and all those around them

grandly they proclaim

it will be this only once

batter the shit out of everyone - now

 what do they mean, once only

the lab have been using it for at least two decades now

and messed with dozens and dozens of individuals

in their private lives according to their own amusement

and all the lab have deaths on their slates

 an older woman with a white bun in a black indian coat

got on the bus, she smelled of sweat

and her coat was covered in dandruff

(I have never had dandruff

though Felix of Berlin, invited to the lab

took out fifty percent of my fine brown hair remote

which they use as punishment for retarded people)

she did  not look as though she had ever worked

' writer'said microsound, 'who pinched your work'

these look alike set ups are what these idiots do all day

with your taxes and mine...

 then a red haired chump, dyed of course

I think they called her Megan

a girl who had my mother' wheelchair taken from her

so we had to fight to get it back-

sneered at me though she was a quarter of my age

microsound..I saw that-

lifted her coat

they keep a camera from a satelite on me

day and night and all I do since 1983

once day they got an Ethiopian lodger of mine at Upton Park

to push me against a fire place

and pull my skirt up behind

 spite because my mother had said many years ago

the raping red army should have stuck their what's it

into a sauerkraut keg or a fireplace

and given us women a bit of peace

(her neighbour of seventy died of gang rape

by a whole plattoon of soldiers, to pinch a mirror

and some gold painted door handles in Bratislava

she bled to death, though we blocked her with cotton wool

and when they walked the streets

girls laid there being raped

as Kalashnikovs pointed at passers by

I need to explain this

why we are so bitter)

 well dear girl, what happened was

these north africans are on the whole civilised

surprised at first I quickly whipped round

pulled down my skirt (I wear them long)

and said to the young man of thirty three sex foot tall

(this is supposed to be the boy

they put on the file I had sex with boys!)

I don't care for these male approaches

and they tell me a lot of gay men are involved

who see sex very differently to me

and are into black and white sex-

an elderly lady who was raped t nine years old

Now young man if you want to rape me

kindly do so in my bed

as this would be most painful for me

having a ripped womb flap causing pain at times

and endless stitches up to my behind

from my very large five babies..

 he shrugged and gave up

we sat down and had a cup of tea

and discussed his thesis.

Now Arbroath is putting cancer scabs

all over my back again

because the Pakistanis have a lot of skin diseases

 Now I lived in Pakistan teaching there

to escape the British Civil Servants

many of the nomads there

who camp at the markets

never see water except for stand pipes

the government puts up for them by street sides

and the villages like that near Islamabad where I visited

the poorest have bad skins

because they live in dirt and filth

 as I said

all a lot of these countries need

is a good clean up

they have wonderful climate

rivers and mountains

the Brits did their sneaky muslim allies proud

but forgot what lazy devils they can be

 by the way,

entering Islamabad village

fields filled with women working their fingers to the bone

lying under the water spout sunning in the sun

lazing I saw so often time and again

a young male

the usual picture over there....

so the lab pakis give ME skin blemishes and poxes

though doctor Meyer

who always watched me in the shower daily

(I was very slim when a little younger)

put on microsound

don't shower so often my dear

your skin will dry

and coming out of the bath

the television would say

'not bad'

 we will fine her (me)

is spoken daily-

fine means punishment

I think for the file written

by the jewish doctors and the lab bossess

robbery, torture or destruction of some sort..

for you dear Anna of the fifty men

Brits can be such big pigs... real pigs.

 and a few new cancer victims they have caused

 AL FAYED TOO

 and Al Fayed too

was on the machine

at London St Barths

 whether he knew or not

no one will ever know

but they let me know

 he snores now at night

though he has had his fancies

as they checked his life through

 I sent him my poetry books

I like Egyptians

probably because my father

 Semen Telewny the writer

had written FOR Nasser

how dare they take the canal

 and my dad had great influence

on the way I thought and lived

and I liked this man too

 so sent him poetry books

one two three

would he see the clues

 I wondered, but no

why should he

if the books ever got there

 I painted Dianas fate

three months before

and wept bitterly all night

 and in my odd dreams

Dodo became the owl

dreams are not willed

 I am with that man

in spirit though neither he

nor I will ever win!

 he has tried anything

bent every way

but cannot find the truth

 But Mr AlFayed

since when where the Brits

ever since time began, truthful?

 shouldn't you know better.

 WOMAN INFERIOR

 at school

at college

my reports all prove

her top marks

do not tell how good

she paints even better than top

 we were refugees

we were poor

I was not really theirs

I was a good daughter

I always did as I was told

or my mother was going to send me back

back to where

 I am a displaced person from the age of one

you should work in a factory

you think you are a princess or something

I managed to get to a newspaper

I was a good wife

I was a good mother

then at last I signed for art school

encouraged by a young male teacher

I myself will ring and make the appointment

your talent should be used

(I used to sit in the corner

at the women's group painting, not chatting)

 I went to the nearby town of Grimsby

the Head looked at two paintings

done on the kitchen table using the kids' paints

you have your place

at the council grants office she said

you should stay at home with your children

have you nothing better to do at your age

than go running to nearby towns to art college

 It was difficult

jealousy from every side

I must be a good mother and wife

so to the hospital Path lab as receptionist

and everyone approved of me

but one day an assertive women's class taught me

as a woman I also have a right to life

but all I want to do is paint

 NO, NO, NO

I don't want to be a receptionist

I had followed everyone's wishes all my life

I had been that good person the nuns had taught me

and slowly I manipulated the situation

and was again at Art College

but this time with a sting in the tail

 the lab St Barths were watching

as they watched endless people on this Isle

and manipulate their lives to their own amusement

but I come from a communist past, much the same

so the axe man manipulated my old man

I do not want to be married to a woman better educated

ok and Meyer used the womb torture remote

so that in Life drawing classes I was bent double in pain

 they totally took over our lives

they reasoned, we separated them, just as the Royals later

so she must have many ahem affairs then marry again

unfortunately the last thing on my mind was ahem affairs

so they gave out the marks

fail, you did not do as we wished

my lecturer shot himself a week later, called manslaughter

they push them too far sometimes and that happens

what, paint, I know nothing about art the good doctor said

 no. assertive women would not give in

off to another course I went

here the lab doubled up the intervention into classroom

and private life I dare not mention

till it was too much

and to London I fled when my sons were old enough

hoping I had left my sons to safety

 I dare not tell you what they did at the UEL

it is called debasement, another obsolete programme

- these doctors and bossess have all had at least fifty lovers

they say this with pride along with their spouses-

using microsound all you hear is filth not lectures

and Anna wrote a file so filthy it is called heavy porn

 but I knew all this Uni study from my past

and as a german mother tongue speaker

the lab said they couldn't fail me

though they played with the lecturer and lectures

the lab put my mark at borderline

because Wayne one of theirs

had had that happen to him-

having taken off twenty percent

but from now on 'Fail all' however good said the lab

no complaints will be listened to

victim had enough education as far as we are concerned!

 they were permitted to torture, rob and torment

they said by some clerk at the United Nations

and we were only refugees who the hell cares

They said we were a danger to the Royals

because how the lab worked it out was

If they told me all they did

then I would know too much

and be a danger to them all

at first I was totally silent, said nor wrote not a word

 I thought of fleeing to Iran

(I had good friends Iranians

and my mother had since my childhood

taught me of Iranians, though not this lot

and Borneo and of Mountains and much more)

but I could not stand much more

You would not believe what they were doing to me

but their Embassy honestly wrote to me

saying: 'respectfully we ask you

are you sure you know what you are doing'

I have the letter still

(and later my son spoke on Iranian tv and radio

about the madness of wars in the middle East

unbeknown to me!)

which made me think again about my family

so I fled to Canada

but they began physical torture remote over there

and so it went on

 I taught at East Ham College

painted at their classes in my spare time

so the Civil Service closed those classes for the lab

though they were packed beyond the doors

I held exhibitions at our local Unis

so they made rules about framing and such

which they knew I could not afford

each door was closed

no matter how many I tried to open

 and now the final attacks

they steal the actual work

written and painted

nothing of her college days must remain

or she has proof that we failed her-

not the work she did-

they give it to their thieves and cheats to sell

saying to all and sundry :they sell

she doesn't as we block her from selling

yes, the lab guarantees their sales

anyone who uses me work

 and today's quote?

'your natural talent would have shone through!'

everything you did normally,

was more or less a 'first'

so, asked someone on high, you are still riding her?

Yes, the lab Pakistanis have her to play with

give cancers and poxes too or rare diseases,

destroy her skin or life,

(semi-literate goons on massive wages

each got a pay out of one thousand taken from my accounts)

 trying one more last for an art M.A.

the lab sits there

all our lab members

have used all her work

her drawings, sketches and writings

sent off to the magazines in our names

written books of her work copied and adapted slightly...

most of it about her life and studies

even the ancient Hebrew Verse I painted

studied for the Rabbi Rothchild-

no she cannot

her tale she might tell

and all will know what really happened to Colin

and even to Barry, also their manslaughter

as this little known technology kept secret

becomes more widely known

 there is to be no physical evidence

everything we do we cover

and a lone woman is so easy to use and abuse

such is the tale of one woman who wanted to paint

Know the joke

I studied feminism, british and german,  at Uni!

 the pay off,

all whom we used to cheat her

now on the machine

the ones who didn't get the cancer from it

will suddenly find they can draw

(think about it guys

it is quite easy to work out

I am an artist and even I know how)

and the little Princes too

will be given the physical or mental gift on line

for all the bad we have done to them.

and now the english girl at the lab warns

more robberies are due for you and your mum

(she's ninety one)

though you have nothing left

it is done to confuse you

so more books of sketches and uni work stolen

you are supposed to forget

as the crimes are constantly repeated

(I think they call it the spin)

you know

Hitler built autobahns and did good works

as he destroyed all of Europe!

 WORKING LECTURERS OF OXFORD

 Remote prison for life for them

every thing destroyed

for our sins at the lab

we turn it all around

onto her as we rise higher and higher

 I want her work to be worthless

The Cambridge man has taken

all working lecturers

selling their souls for lab fame

destroying art and literature for ever

as was the Tyne Tees Uni man

as was Christopher of four books of copied poetry

from the lowest Pakistani

to the highest realm

all must use her work

 to cover what we the lab

have done to them

the british do NOT have scandals

we cover and kill them

and crunch them into the ground

Just tell everyone they volunteered

Lauren, liberal jewess signed their life away

They learnt a lot from the Nazis did these jews

or was it vice versa afterall?

 Now Oxford man

I want you to write it like this--

for that I will raise you above your peers

and you will remain on the machine

and I will guide and watch your life..

I want everyone in the lab

so everyone is at fault

the biggest greatest gang bang ever

against this one tiny woman and her little family

 the machine

the secret machine

at St Barths

of which the whole government is part

outlawed in the States

all already tried over there...

 but he whom we call Backhouse

from over the pond the States

is coming to help us out

to show us how to survive her tongue

 Backhouse good poets

how did that come about?

whilst studying at the UEL

I rang the german school in Islington

could I please work voluntarily there on Saturday

the Head, called Backhouse barked at me

''what do you want''

 so I have to tell you

all my phone calls are listened to

and interferred with

so I rarely use the phone

as you cannot see who is at the other end

Backhouse it seems

is also some boss over there

who sent St Barths the millions

for them to try out stuff on us

 they say they get massive wages

incase they are ever caught

and in the States the penalties are severe

here they just use us former D.P's

clever, hard working, talented

give us to their Pakis to use us for games

so the Pakis can get even richer

on our hard earned gains

 and there was Gus and Hank

and Kit and others over there

who at first had no idea

what this lot over here are like

and the bossess ofcourse entertained them

in her own particular fashion

anyway so Cambridge man has copied

so now Oxford man is also to copy

what cowards the British are!

 REALITY GAMES

 we decided to use this family

for reality experiments

they are so vulnerable

so many of theirs are dead

and my how we made their old suffer

who will believe her anyway?

 We raise everyone who uses her work

then to protect them

we rob her house constantly

she might as well leave the door open

and now we have another artist in to copy

 all of England is now just copied work

how is it done the New York jew Ziegler told us

you take the main words of each sentence

and add them to your own ideas

you take the main ideas of paintings

and add them to Anna's ideas

 we destroy all her friendships repeatedly

it is a psychiatrists dream

and our american teams showed us how

we have outdone them in every way

they would all be in prison

if they did what we do without a word raised

 does she stay in her jobs they ask

no because the lab always creates massive problems

to create conflicts no matter where she goes

once we gave her mother four seizures

to get her back home

when we went through the whole heart thing

 we have pressed her heart to its limit too

we cannot be found out

or it is prison for all of us

you would not believe the pain and suffering

that family has been put through

and others killed with the Royal Prerogative

 Doctor Meyer who used a lot of her work in his book

explains : I wanted her to know hardships

We didn't check anything

I destroyed all advances and blocked all she does

we were asked to tell them what we were doing

 we tell them after the event

over the tv over music and you name it

people walking past in the streets

the Soviet is nothing to this

but when she visited the Soviet and Russia

we used the sound over there too

 when she thinks of leaving for somewhere

we sweetly ask the system in that country

please will they take this patient of ours#

who has never been a patient

and this is her file, the bogus one we made up

and the dirty film we made with a second rate porn model

 there is no escape

the latest has been to spread gossip round her area

so that all who were her friends

now see them as someone terrible

she does now know what is said

so she cannot fight it

 as long as the lab escapes

with her money, her work and their lives

who the hell cares

about some useful people to society

who have talent

 we raise any of her friends

higher than she is

get them the best jobs

for which they go on our machine

and we use them all

controlling even their sex lives

as the final kick

 so she doesn't make friends anymore

and in the event

not one friend we have found for her

has been to her liking

not even one

and when we rob from her bank accounts

we try to make the bank clerk

into her friend as we roll the money

for our lab staff and they can never find it

 this follows from when we took away her jobs

we tried to turn the bosses into her lovers

we wanted her turned into a prostitute

first the high class

then the rubbish

then the filth

the Jew at L.A. who wrote this programm

told us that is how it is to be

(or that is what we say)

for poetessess to princessess

 so you came to Britain did you

and helped to rebuild our country

so you did working as our labourers

and saved jews under the Nazis'noses

and tried to keep safe Czechs and other Slavs

well,we at the lab tell you this

 ONLY EVIL TRIUMPHS

IMMORALITY

LIES AND CHEATING

 Good people always go under!

 ILLEGAL

  what do I want,

an american friend has asked...

 I want to belong to a country

which sees me as its own,

and allows me to use its law and work for it

which will defend me from others,

not use me for illegal deadly experiments

which allows me to use my intellect

and gifts for myself and for it..

not take them for its government's workers

and all their friends and lovers

I want a country which sees me

as an integral part of itself

not a thing they fetched to work

once long ago when they needed rebuilding

from somewhere East now no longer useful

so can be used for anything which is illegal

Back then you begged us to buy your goods

and licked out boots

 my fellow poets

why am I telling you this

 because it looks like after the long journeys

dragged out of our homes and I mean literally

yet we had dared to stand by our jews and others before

mother battered and beaten though nine months pregnant

for all the people she had saved

oddly only a mongolian Red Army sentry tried to help her

dragged West in cattle trucks

(West not East only because

President Klements was a friend of ours)

malnutrition time and again

the years in two children's homes

in different transit and refugee camps

different languages different cultures constantly

all the things which made up our life

 and then at the end

to have finally got to College and that too the lab destroyed

 I need to go on now not what for their freedom

nothing is worth waiting for here in this hell they want for us

though I have a Scotland Yard certificate of honesty

every three years as I teach

and our community was said to be the most decent

by their Home Office.

I really do not want to be illegal

after my life you can believe that

but now I have no choice

it is enough

there are no more corners to hide in

they keep telling us return whence you came

though over sixty and it was half a century ago

I cannot, just cannot, believe me I tried

I think there is only one country for us

and it is not corrupt old Brittania

yet they tell us that those who have countries

which just need a broom to sort them out

get stay when we do not..

because the Brits poached us back then

 again we have to take fear into our hands

and turn to the only place for mercy we know of

 but then every Asian who sites anything gets stay

and they have huge families who can sponsor

we have no families only our skills..

better life style is now a refugee matter

not something to work hard at to overcome at home

countries which do not organise themselves

peoples who leave dirt anywhere

and please do not deny it

I was a teacher in those countries too

trying to escape old Brittania's spite

as one Embassy top notch told me

if we had ten germans working in Pakistan

the country would be a top league place-

so those with no where to run can't run

can't run anywhere or anyhow

and those who have a country get to run

though it would be better if they organised

their own country first.

 telling us that we are the lost people

does not do much as another freedom disappears.

 and Immigration is adamant.

    OUR NATIONAL HEALTH SERVICE

 said the Pakistani Lab worker last night

who raped a minor back home

I took a thousand from your bank account

money you had earned giving lessons

to Pakistani children to help them catch up

for half price and helping their mothers to cope

 I have used your poetry

and had your stories stolen

and the work you did at colleges stolen by neighbours

and deselected your letters on our computer

 no one will catch me here

the lab has seen to that

and by the way

anyone can get work in your health service

corrupt bosses create corrupt workers

so says the former toilet cleaner

now in charge of Personnell

 this is the new  britain

the Britain our Blaire created!

 JEREMY PAXMAN

 It is just an idea you understand

we will get Jeremy Paxman into the lab

and he will notice odd things you understand

 we will engineer what he notices you understand

and then he will broadcast it on the tv

then the lab will be closed you understand

 and then the lab will ofcourse reopen you understand

we have already moved all our criminals to other jobs

and the lab can then begin from fresh you understand

 and understand this

sue them for the half century of torture and theft to you

but don't site Civil Servants in it

or we will get you

you understand!

 TEARS AND JEERS

 We at Behavioural Science have had the ability

of creating severe nervous reactions

for a long long time now

 we use this ability

where ever or on whom ever we want to

in poetessess and princessess

 then we do as we wish which we call basicing

from that point on

no one can find us out

 we merely call it

our 'little known technology'

people are to busy to listen to the whistle blowers

 the law needs updating ..

 BEHAVRIOUAL SCIENCE

 they sorted them out over the pond

now they mess over here

 wasn't it enough what they did

in the experimentation camps

of Hitler's Germany and in the Gulags

from whence we came

 we mess over and above the call of duty

one of theirs put over

 look, a thousand pound slipped there

said the lab Pakistani who put it into his account

money from a retired teacher who worked constantly

page misssing, now lots of pages are missing

 the system which uses the barely intelligent

to destroy all in all ladders of society whilst furthering its friends

 for robbing them of their bodies, work and money

we say we get them 'contacts' and lovers to rape them

not one of our contacts has remained a friend or been a friend

they are merely people we want to watch on our machine..

 the machine which rules the world

yet has not yet been revealed to anyone except the top

 so now they've asked their system over the pond

to change the facts of when London set off the security alarms

there at Santa  Monica from their illegal, secret beaming

and I am an America friend, what is the point of the alarms then?

 CORRUPTION FROM TOP TO BOTTOM

 we'll sort her out for you the Asians cry

but you have to guarantee our lives

she'll be destroyed

and no one will know

we do all this back home

 standing at the bus stop

coming from an english lesson

two massive north Africans is hear them say

''well now we have seen white behinds

nicer than that from our lot

and very slender too

like a child''

 are they talking of the little girls

forced into prosititution by these Asians

early teens in cotton socks

which makes us sad

as one threatens suicide

and I can only think

how daft I was at that age

 terrible happenings

but what can we say

when the very top like St Barths lab

play with the Ministers and Civil Servants

of their Ministries

and Ministries take part in endless corruption

then tries to turn it against them all

invites all even the BBC into the lab

on this survey of hers on sex

 there's little wonder

the country is going bad

from top to bottom

it all stinks..........

so this is it

the Asian group

our bossess Anna sponsors

to sort it all out for her.

 and who suffers in the end

hundreds of little girls

who know no better

as Anna bossess blares

get rid of Lynne

one of their torturers

she hates those lot more

even than

our victim does.

 TAINTED FAY AND HER CHEATING FAMILY

 POEM WIPED OUT THREE TIMES

ON WORLD OF POETS AND ON MY FOLDER

 SO OFFER EXPLANATION:

 TAINTED FAY AND HER CHEAT FAMILY

POEM WIPED OFF THREE TIMES

FROM WORLD OF POETS AND ALSO MY FOLDER

REDBRIDGE FAMILY

FATHER SADISTIC AXE MAN AT LAB

MOTHER LAUREN

FALSIFIES DOCUMENTS FOR LAB

WROTE MY STORIES AS JEWISH STORIES

TO PEOPLE’S FRIEND

FAY – ELDEST DAUGHTER

SAID TO HAVE FLAIRE AT COLLEGE BUT NOT TALENT

SO FATHER TOOK ALL MY WORK

POETRY AND PAINTINGS FOR HER TO COPY

 SHE SELLS MY WORK NOW

 WHEN THEY WIPE OUT A POEM THEY PASTE IN ANOTHER ONE

SO IT APPEARS TWICE

THEY HAVE DONE THIS SEVERAL TIMES

IT IS THE LABS HIGH IQ WHICH MAKES THEM SUCH SWINE..

 we'll sort her out for you the Asians cry

but you have to guarantee our lives

she'll be destroyed

and no one will know

we do all this back home

 standing at the bus stop

coming from an english lesson

two massive north Africans is hear them say

''well now we have seen white behinds

nicer than that from our lot

and very slender too

like a child''

 are they talking of the little girls

forced into prosititution by these Asians

early teens in cotton socks

which makes us sad

as one threatens suicide

and I can only think

how daft I was at that age

 terrible happenings

but what can we say

when the very top like St Barths lab

play with the Ministers and Civil Servants

of their Ministries

and Ministries take part in endless corruption

then tries to turn it against them all

invites all even the BBC into the lab

on this survey of hers on sex

 there's little wonder

the country is going bad

from top to bottom

it all stinks..........

so this is it

the Asian group

our bossess Anna sponsors

to sort it all out for her.

 and who suffers in the end

hundreds of little girls

who know no better

as Anna bossess blares

get rid of Lynne

one of their torturers

she hates those lot more

even than

our victim does.

we'll sort her out for you the Asians cry

but you have to guarantee our lives

she'll be destroyed

and no one will know

we do all this back home

 standing at the bus stop

coming from an english lesson

two massive north Africans is hear them say

''well now we have seen white behinds

nicer than that from our lot

and very slender too

like a child''

 are they talking of the little girls

forced into prosititution by these Asians

early teens in cotton socks

which makes us sad

as one threatens suicide

and I can only think

how daft I was at that age

 terrible happenings

but what can we say

when the very top like St Barths lab

play with the Ministers and Civil Servants

of their Ministries

and Ministries take part in endless corruption

then tries to turn it against them all

invites all even the BBC into the lab

on this survey of hers on sex

 there's little wonder

the country is going bad

from top to bottom

it all stinks..........

so this is it

the Asian group

our bossess Anna sponsors

to sort it all out for her.

 and who suffers in the end

hundreds of little girls

who know no better

as Anna bossess blares

get rid of Lynne

one of their torturers

she hates those lot more

even than

our victim does.

 we'll sort her out for you the Asians cry

but you have to guarantee our lives

she'll be destroyed

and no one will know

we do all this back home

 standing at the bus stop

coming from an english lesson

two massive north Africans is hear them say

''well now we have seen white behinds

nicer than that from our lot

and very slender too

like a child''

 are they talking of the little girls

forced into prosititution by these Asians

early teens in cotton socks

which makes us sad

as one threatens suicide

and I can only think

how daft I was at that age

 terrible happenings

but what can we say

when the very top like St Barths lab

play with the Ministers and Civil Servants

of their Ministries

and Ministries take part in endless corruption

then tries to turn it against them all

invites all even the BBC into the lab

on this survey of hers on sex

 there's little wonder

the country is going bad

from top to bottom

it all stinks..........

so this is it

the Asian group

our bossess Anna sponsors

to sort it all out for her.

 and who suffers in the end

hundreds of little girls

who know no better

as Anna bossess blares

get rid of Lynne

one of their torturers

she hates those lot more

even than

our victim does.

 DHYE

 a wet nurse

so Hobson-Jobson tells us

sadly we all knew and watched

needed to provide beautiful children

 and of earlier

english regulations applied

a woman employed

to check the native women

 who could not appear in Court

to give evidence

and so she did

we saw it all as she lifted babies

 told us all of evidence

which could not appear in Court

if the bearer hath not strength

what can the Di do

 this mother for all

provided for for life

who got in the way

this children's nurse

 and the circle burns and turns

covering its tracks

destroying all reality

as the tears wash away the ash.

 AMERICA NOW

 I desperately need some new ideas

said the american

and the lab finds them all

 this is all we have on the computer

said Anna of the lab St Barths Human Research

and you can use them all

 we'll flood the market with her stuff

thank you Anna of the lab St Barths Human Research

and we can use them all

 now start tacking on to her work

use it as it stands

and use all of it

 different patterns of thought to ours

each country that comes into this trial gets all her work

and they can use it all

 they send some of their people of our system

to come to the lab and torture her and her family remote

and they can use them all

 yes, she cries but what can she do

and yes, it is inhumane but she can't stop it

so we use all her work and them all

 her husband used to say

nine tenths of the law is having it

and then you can use it all

 yes, she was always able, we made a mistake

no she was never mucky, that was Anna of the lab

we cover ourselves by giving them to the world.

 even the Belsen musician could play their own

even in Theresienstadt artists were asked to copy

but could retain their own work but this is Britain

 so that is the offshoot for visiting a friend in Arkansas

  THE DIRTY LAB HAS PUT THE VAGINAL TORTURE ON

IT IS SUPPOSED TO RESTRAIN YOU

PUNISHMENT FOR DARING TO SAY WHO THE TORTURERS ARE..

AND HOW THEY TEACH THEIR CHILDREN TO CHEAT FROM THE BEGINNING..

 JUNK PEOPLE

 and will they be freed

if they go to the States

 the lab in London

has put it on full again

 put what onto full

the womb irritator

 feels like super severe labour pains

and keep on pushining here in Arkansas

 though friends here try to help

as best they can

 the London lab will be allowed

to continue torture long range

 their citizen not ours for now

not a lot that we can do

 torture to continue

on our ground

 just like the stuff which happened

back then in Belsen and Auschwitz

 over and over battering without cause

that one little woman day and night

 who bows her head and begs the Lord

to help her and her kids through

 the artificial pain inflicted

by the murderous London lab

 of lechers and liars

though they weep tears at past deeds

 of those of theirs for whom our family lost all

to save and give life when THEY needed help

 and the skimming has already begun

Friends no less and what else?

 THE OUTLAWED PROGRAMME

 yesterday in a beautiful place

in this beautiful huge country

the lab put over

 the london lab

is feeding you work now

to americans

to jewish american mainstream

 so  no squeak will ever be mine

over here

and no one dare say a word

to jews over here

 why........

we lived together

we worked together

we got rich working with you

we helped you whenever you needed us

we were helped by a jewish GI major in Germany after

we needed your help then

we are not scared to talk to people

we see and saw our jewish neighbours as our friends and people

 the lab sayeth:

this is a new phrase of hers please use

make into a ad catch phrase in your name

(they have a super powerful computer which finds all that)

and

why can't you use her paintings for ads

we did in England

like this

all english media

and our sponsored designers

and our sponsored artists

and all our sponsored people

all the lab friends

write to cover the lab

and we gave it to Harvey

who got a divorce for it

so being on high

he would cover all of us with use

so now you can use all her work for us

we guarantee you success if you will use her work for us

 oh our jewish friends and former neighbours

how badly you have used us and me especially

I wonder when the day of reckoning will come for you, again..

 RATS AND RATS AND RATS

 don't

said the lab in london

fetch the old Harvard Professor into the lab

it won't take him long to work it out

she's such a nice person

he'll smell a rat

 and we are the rats

and we don't want that

 but why did the lab

fetch the old Harvard Professor into the lab

for the Russian classes I attended at Sheffield University

to get out and meet new people

after they got my ex of twenty five years

to dump the kids and me there

 I don't write grammatical Uky

but I do write

I speak with a funny Slovak Uky accent

due to my mum

and it's where I was born

but a hun ethnic

but I do speak

I read well

and found at two Universities

I am only a step behind the young

who come from Poland and other slav countries

way infront of the westerners

 Tell you why

when I was little in the children's home in Germany

and the english took my mum to work as donkeys over there

combing the refugee places for workers

and then refused to let the lone women bring their children

who the heck in mainland europe had a live husband or father

and she married my Uky 'dad'

 I liked him from the day I arrived

he had clear grey eyes

said to me

Uky is my language and in my house you speak it

so we sat down with a Bookwar here and there

and quickly I learnt

and my daughter learnt from them too

 I smile now when I think

of how difficult I found to distinguish

all the different shhhhhs and jshhhhhs and chshssss

and how I had to say frog in Uky to get it right

each and every time

and then it was our home language

 mum spoke slovak

he spoke Uky

and I spoke something which all the kids there

at the refugee camp at Elsham spoke

my best friend Desdia

with Polish dad spoke it too

a sort of muddle of all the language

in the same sort of way as Yiddish you know

 'cause you know

we were all a muddle too

mum's best friend missus oneiko

a berlin jewess

and the others

the shulz'z

a POW who stayed and fetched his wife

 my best friend then

a latvian boy next door barrack

who flew of to Canada that year

and endless stories like that

even when I was grown

working on the local newspaper

if we saw each other

we'd smile

and I kept their wedding pics for myself too

 and my dad's friends

dead interesting

and everyone knew Telewny of Scunthorpe

he wrote in all the Uky papers

and visited everyone

so I listened to them discussing in Uky

sometimes heated always with passion

from the very beginning

he would take me down the the men's barracks

they fed me Polish sweets

and I sat and listened

 so why did this weird english bossess

fetch in the old Harvard Professor

who ofcourse was jewish

no disrespect meant at all

but why did the lab choose a jewish professor

to sit and listen to the Uni lessons

which were only my way of getting going again

amongst the local pop

 for herself methinks

to carve a name for herself

they gave a load of lies to all these americans

who never check anything from England

and the games herself played at those classes

man...

 well guys

you should

not everything smells of roses over there

though they no longer pour the jerry pot into the streets

and the bossess says

she is stopping after I am dead

and that is why they are trying to hasten my death

with all sorts of technological tortures unbelievably crude

rather like the bossess and its staff

but then they found out

that the bossess has had this lecherous streak

since the age of eleven

says she is a non believer

which should explain it all and her jewish quacks there

 so now the rats are scared

that they might smell a rat over here

if they get the scent right

in this private little vendetta of the lab bossess.

 MIRRORING

 Mirroring is illegal

and there is good reason why

 at the start of all this

I knew there were lunatics here

 but no idea why or where

then when my jokes

 our families conversations

and more seemed to be on every programme

 as per instructions from L.A. Jew

I thought ey ey, nerve games

 listen guys, we come from all that

you don't ask why when you realise

 you just make sure to survive it

you gird your loins and stick cotton wools in your ears

 and twist wire round you tongue

and go into super alert

 that's how it was at home too

so the Mirror ran a series

 all of it came from Anna of St Barths

and a lot of it contained my work - so sayeth the lab

 hey guys, you gotta laugh

refugees from communism

 death threats don't really work on us in reality

some sat in the middle of american bombing and lived

 but I have to run to China for safety

and Chris of Oxford, you've shown your profs

 four books all copied from an old, well elderly lady teacher

I laugh out loud each time I hear 'Oxford' now

 graduated all right in copy right

in cheating and thieving from others called copy write

 and when I see the police

what police in this country..

 do her work though mirroring is illegal, is it

best go back to communism

 where at least you can complain

the capitalists don't even give you that

 shouting all that democratic purity

daren't be found out

 no different to my dad's stories of there

from the Kremlin and Stalin

 hey there, Paula of the Mirror

did you check your colleagues out

 what they copied- my dad killed by yous

was also a freelance Friedlander

 and my dad's mate at the Mail

got a scoop for forgetting her roots

 but my dad didn't have to copy anyone's work

and me, I just peruse how different the reality is

 to the rubbish they tell us

yet if you read history closely

 it is all there, all the truths though I really don't tell

mirroring is illegal...

 EASTER

 I love Easter

I just adore Easter

it is wonderful

 I can remember too well

as a kid in my Bavarian children's home

always being too small to reach the painted eggs

(Huns are generally smaller than Germans

and I am a very little Hun to boot)

hidden in the bushes by the nuns

for us to find after Mass

 and you know

Mass in Bavaria was something else

I watched in fear the golden snakes

slithering to the ground

and the only man in our lives

other than soldiers in jeeps and tanks

whizzing all over the place

after the girls

the Priest shouting away

in germanic sounding Latin

Latin was much better, mysterious

now we know what he is saying

and a lot has been lost-

or so I seem to remember

(I liked the nuns not the Priest)

 then when my kids were growing up

two of them altar servers

one had was suspended for a week for being naughty

twice, but Irish Priests understand naughty boys

and my daughter in the Legion of Mary and me too

we attended Maundy Thursday, Good Friday

right through to Easter Sunday

when the ex was always asked to take the collection

being our appendage and foreman

for many of the Irish there

(lots of tales to tell there too)

 and then older and alone

I would attend every single Station

in the East End at St Anthony's

I saw it not only as Jesus

but the cruelty of the whole human race

towards the human race

Huns are not inclined towards mourning

but this is a time one could mourn

 but here by the Pennine land

it is Methodist country

and their God was a cruel God

which kept them underground

the place is riddled with empty coal mines

and now their God is tree and grass for a change

 Things are changing however

and earthquakes shake the place

now we all know the Dutch will sort the shores

as they have done for three centuries

having come to Lincolnshire to sort the water

but what of these empty mines

one earth quake and two

more and more they will collapse

flood with water again

 the nation produces rubbish now

not coal but lots and lots of rubbish

so why not use this rubbish for good purpose

why not fill the old coal mines with rubbish

and give the people hereabout a rest

they've given enough of their generations

or is it british punishment

as their forebears came from Sachsen Anhalt

and just couldn't hack it over there?

 I arn't from these parts

but they've had little enough to thank God about

and when you look at the Stations

think of the young pregnant women

dragging coal waggons up pits

naked in the heat

and the rest of the horror of these parts

 Coming here to live I was shocked

at the colour of some of their faces STILL

coming from Lincolnshire

pig country as I did

God smiles in pink cheeked babies there

they're just getting some where here

for goodness sakes,

lets give 'em a chance

 think of that Easter Jesus suffering

then remember those miners

who made you all rich

and suffered terribly

 but I still love Easter the best.

 ..and why

has someone asked since

do you stick up for them constantly

when that area spends all its time

trying to knock you off your pedestal

 they know not what they do

in more ways than one-

they are fed untruths twisted

from a rogue lab

which has to keep itself out of prison

I cannot hold that against the people.

 WE’RE SAVED

 best news I've heard in a decade or more

no space aliens to be seen anywhere

the Universe is all for us it seems

 do you realise what good news that is

it means we can with a little human ingenuity

build crafts, go to other worlds

think how to cart water to there, then produce it

how to build in new types of rocks

how to start new areas of civilisation

(ha!)

gosh it is endless

don't forget the coffee for those like me-

it is wonderful

I am brilliantly happy just thinking of it

I bags Jupiter here and now

for all my forebears

(my culture bears many similarities

to the very northern ones you see..so!)

 we can have interplanetary wars

said someone and I agree

 we can have children

that will have to fight

to get somewhere else

off this stagnating planet

(one or two sci-fi books

have already explored that path)

 it is not all over

it wasn't all for nothing

 oh dear God

Mary, mother of Jesus

and Jesus

and the Prophet Mohammed

blessed be his name

we can take them all over the place too

have you thought

what a pressy from God!

 it was all worth living and fighting for

we won't go under in a final fire

but then you know-

I know from my background

the british firebombing of Hamburg

my fairytales from my youth

wasn't the end

they even threw Phosphor into the river

to roast even those in the water

but look at the place now

nor the fires of Dresden-

My mother talked of it

as friends shrivelled black to fit in a sink

but I saw it clean and gleaming

full of life and people

there's me on the photos on that bridge

and the Palace all of them in Dresden

 thank you Lord

for such a wonder ful future you have given us

if only we can keep our heads

and our leaders can try just a little brains

give them half a brain at least

or damned good advisors

not a lot just a little

or we might have to topple

the lot of them

please God

just a little

 hey, but listen

do we have to call them aliens-

me, I was an enemy alien

not a refugee

from the age of eight

though I know this language

better than they do

I know their customs

better than they do

and could pass for one of them

if I wanted to anytime

but prefer not to

(they don't like our brains here)

and still get a kick or two for it

daily from a rotten London lab

which should disappear it is so stupid

or we will never have the Universe

with such idiots roving the Earth

with their stupid sexual perversions

just as Hitler had done

having learnt from their jewish freudian quacks

- the germans learn anything well-

(more of my childhood fairytales)

 and aliens is not nice

let's think of them as

our fellow space population

our future fellow citizens

whose land and planet we pinched

if we ever find any that is

Do we have to begin with hate

and turn to hate and destruction

what about a little bit of love and understanding

try the learning process for a change..

 as I always tell these guys who want to bed me

and hope to get british citizenship for it

go to College for two years

then come back and see me

never mind about how long before I will

I won't so try learning something instead

with this wonderful future we have...

 it's all ours

the whole Universe.

  hey but what great news

we've all got something to work for

for a long, long time to come...

Ok ok I am one of the descendants

of the horse men of Mongolia

who rode their horses all the way to France

from Irkutz and beyond the Urals

and still kept their traditions

so I suppose we are rather an optimistic bunch

but I still think it is a wonderful new beginning for us all.

 WIPE THEM OUT

 I quote:

Lee a bull murderer I think

 It will sweep the country-

 but people die of cancer on it-

 they'll die in their beds without knowing why

 (I have been saying that for two decades now

no one listens, too busy shopping)

 So, it will wipe out all the weak!

 We have come to that again

 though I am not one of the weak ones

 I don't reckon that's on-

 circles indeed

 planned by an L.A. jew

 put under covers

 carried out by the english.

 Did you know the first concentration camps

 were british and ............

 they even say

 Hitler got his ideas about national purity

 from the way the european jews

 kept separate from all of us.

 Load of bollocks if you ask me

 but then at school

 my nickname was

 'twenty one varieties'

 Being a central european D.P.

 no one could work out

 exactly what I was supposed to be

 not that it bothers me!

 BRAVE GERMANS

 my Uni of East London

sent me to Leipzig East Germany for one year

 when it became clear

that England and the english had gone mad

 giving all theirs away

and allowing any kind of horror in this land

 to cover three jewish doctors

and a rotten, rogue lab

 I sold my home

and put the money into a german bank

 though it was not that much

as the lab robs and rolls all english banks and building societies

 just as bad over there

the lab Pakistanis were shown how to hack and take

 each took one thousand of my house money

each took all my work as they have no english

 toilet cleaners, health workers and others now experts

wanted to show their new level with my work printed

 as did the english mob there

So last night a director of the german bank look alike

 came onto the television and said

we all know what they are doing to your account

 robbing and rolling but we daren't stop it..

now there was an Arab business man

 they did exactly the same to him

so he fled to Dublin where he now lives in peace

 the little Irish dare to stand in honesty

and you big nation are scared!

 so now the lab bossess Anna

has told her motley staff

 ''if one of you dares to talk

I have you all -the staff- on the machine

 Lynne will see you are dead in no time''

Isn't it time Europe got some new laws

 to go with the new technology from Belsen then America

and stopped having whores running its countries

 just so the Ministers and Civil Servants

can shake themselves out during the day at the office?

 Germany I am ashamed of you

though I have often spoken out in your cause

 and remember the only people who ever helped me in my life

which is why I chose a Bavarian Bank.

 BEHAVIOURAL SCIENCE AGAIN

 says St Barths '' we can't go public

she (that is me) keep opening her gob''

 on that poetry site she writes on

was put over the television by Lauren the other night

 Lauren, liberal jewess, lab axe man's wife who now says my trilogy

from my english degree where her stories she wrote long ago

 a lab filled with staff so stupid they can't pass a GCSE

so copy all that they have on the machine which is mine with lies

 ''the criminals we tuned were not responsible

for their actions'' says the lab

 we are talking of the thieves, murders and the rest

all instigitated to their behaviour by this lab

 so we come back down to the same thing

was Hitler responsible or were his guards

 but no we don't as their victims are made into slaves

by de arranging energy, I am aware so I know, they don't

 and the judges arn't told who sentence them

only lab wheels will get them released early, with a reputation

 the Lab Staff at St Barths are all responsible

they had the people raped and murdered

 they made thieves and robbers even out of the famous

they had others cheat and write stuff not their own and lie and lie

 the victims of their actions are sitting in prison

on life sentences and quite a lot are dead

 even if as the lab put over the other day

the Prince instigitated it. For myself I doubt he even knew of it all

 '' and I am supposed to just live with it''

so said P.M.  Major, like Blaire another german jew

 as this lab runs rampage in the country

unstopped in all their evil

 and Brown was on it too so can't stop them

or they could stop him from the machine

 what sort of country is this

when a rather stupid woman- words of the civil servants

 who used her body not mine, whom she kept on the machine

to keep them horny, is running the whole damned show

 and pretty badly at that- hoping to keep herself young

with her own horny mind and past keeping herself on the machine!

 (I wanted to make you guilty

of all the lab staff had ever done!)

 Wake up you blithering idiots

didn't we have that idiot leading the germans

 and how did that end-

with your stupid circles

 Someone should admit which persons were used

they should not have been used without being told

 as indeed my family should not have been--------

like, I hate the irish, lets have him drunk and rape a two year old

 that is called modern technology and a trial

you are all off your rotten heads

 but blacking all others has always been a british mania

and then destroying them bit by bit

 I DO have enough knowledge to know that

and using anyone and everyone else to do it........

 a lab full of murderers, thieves and liars, female and male

even some of the Nazis were more honest than that

 they had reason for some of their prejudices

the lab women and men are just straight killers

 thank god for american sites, though the lab tortures me remote

at least there is somewhere where the naked truth can be told

 ''we'll show the americans how to do it'' says this low life creature

all that they said was unusable, we will use here and make it work

 hm,as someone said, killing, maiming and ageing by torture

are hardly a skilled occupation for such experts as yous claim TO BE..

 CULTURE LOST

 I teach and also learn a great deal

about many varied things

 on Sunday whilst teaching

I required a young student

to discover these dates

St David's Day

St George's Day

St Patrick's Day

and other such significant days

such as the shortest month

the shortest day in the year

the longest day in the year

and so on and so forth

 My text book was for a specific age

about seven to eight years

 I looked back into my own past

I came to this Isle at nearly eight

and knew all these days

and Saints' days back then-

although the lab St Barths Human Research

has treated us cruelly

has used us as lab animals

after we finished work as their pit ponies

these days give a feel of the country's culture

 but then, I went to Church schools

and loved my schools and all I learnt therein

 and though my mother had a problem

with - girls wear ties, really

and why do socks Have to be long and white

and thick school blazers, what for

we had come to join this nation

not to fight her though now they say they hate us

and the newspapers call my country men

those 'soviet countries'

yet it was Churchill who sold us all to Stalin

at the place Yalta

and my mum said:

you can't blame Roosevelt as he was not a European

and didn't really know the inside story of Europe

as Churchill certainly did

so now from Churchill's betrayal

we are suddenly soviets!!

 Nevertheless when in a country

we work hard to work hard

 and to respect what we have joined

so I was surprised when a shirty mum

stopped me with : but I don't know any of that

and I went to the school up the road

over twenty years ago

and we never learnt that

and so why should my son learn it

 surely when you join a country

at least respect their tradition

 I know America is going through a

'let's be nice to everyone who ever they are'

except the hard working person

as we have that one here too

but when my grandson was at school in America

my son commented that they sang

the national anthem before the Hail Mary

and rightly so I commented

 The Hail Mary is a wonderful thing

I am all for woman glorification

as a grandmother who's been kicked about

(not least by this rotten lunatic London lab)

but one should know who it is

who gives you your bread

whilst you can still be what you are

we are a mixed heritage family-

even my children went to Ukrainian Saturday schools

raised the Uky flag at Uky holiday camps

wrote to Mrs Thatcher about our people

we even have a letter from the afore said

had our beautifully embroidered national costumes

and even danced our own dances

up and down the country

(it helped my daughter with her Greek

in her later theology degree..)

I tell thee this-

the boy didn't know which month Christmas is

though two generations were born here

or how to spell it

I bet he knew when Eid was

but then so do I

so does everybody

because we celebrate all the colonies here-

is there something lacking here I wonder?

  WHAT I HAVE LEARNT

the person who loaded the machine today

had this to tell at eight a.m.

for me and all the world to know:

 I now know there is no law in the land

there is absolutely no law

if someone above wants to break the law

 no one can do a thing about it

this is our democratic West

the same as the East only fed like cattle for the slaughter

 and yesterday loaded onto the machine by the lab bossess:

yes, it is the end of Art

we have destroyed art

 all art is now meaningless

no more than decoration

or an entertainment

 man has fallen from his greatest

by one woman at a corrupt lab

the reformation is ended -the Barbarian has won

 all has been changed in the victim's life

What Edna thought (Edna was my mother in law

voluntary patient at Lincoln Mental Home)

 Diana now thinks (they swap files about!)

all has to be changed

total spin and no one will know

 all will be hidden

as operatives pretend to be specialists

as post, bank accounts and work is again robbed!

 and yes, said the lab over tv, another human Right gone long ago

we are still lasering and stressing and tensing night after night

we want to see  how strong she is when she will collapse

 we hoped we would burst a blood vessel in her head

we are battering as she writes this

or destroy some other organ in her body as others have had

 and then we know at what intensity to make the new weaponry

effectiveness and the activating of cancers amongst all and sundry

we brought these east european DP's here as slaves

 and this is our final use of these modern day slaves of ours

now that they have rebuilt us

for our and the Pakistanis and our colonials use

 be warned we did not heed the warnings...

don't listen to english promises

they are just blather, nothing but blather and no one listens to truth