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One of the Clearest Writings ..
05:42 Jul 30 2008
Times Read: 756

About a situation that presses with a few of my friends seeking truth in fictional places.



http://www.donaldtyson.com/nomicon.html





A highlight.



TheNecronomicon is a supposedly ancient book, invented by the fantasy and horror writer H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) as a plot device for some of his stories. Lovecraft first used the title in his story The Festival, written in 1923, but two years earlier he had included the name of the imaginary author of the Necronomicon, the "mad Arab" Abdul Alhazred, in his story The Nameless City, in connection with a couplet from the dread text:



"That is not dead which can eternal lie,

And with strange aeons, even death may die."



When Lovecraft was five years old, he read an edition of the Arabian Nights and developed a passion for Persian things. He made his mother decorate a corner of his bedroom with Oriental hangings and an incense burner. One of his adult relatives suggested as a joke that he should start calling himself Abdul Alhazred. The name stuck in Lovecraft's nearly photographic memory, and later found use in his fiction.



In The Nameless City Lovecraft wrote: "Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages.... It was of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad poet dreamed on the night before he sang his unexplained couplet..." The protagonist of the story has a predictably horrifying experience in the city, and falls to babbling the couplet over and over like a maniac as hoards of half-transparent reptiles threaten to engulf him.



The hero of The Festival finds himself waiting in a room filled with "hoary and mouldy" books about the occult, and among them "worst of all, the unmentionableNecronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred in Olaus Wormius' forbidden Latin translation, a book which I had never seen, but of which I had heard monstrous things whispered." At the end of the story, the hero, who has of course gone mad, quotes one paragraph from the book:



"The nethermost caverns are not for the fathoming of eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific. Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no head. Wisely did Ibn Schacabao say, that happy is the tomb where no wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes. For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws: till out of corruption horrific life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl."



The reputation of the Necronomicon rests both upon Lovecraft's power as a storyteller, and on the fanciful history he concocted for the book, which is interwoven with true elements. For example, there really was an historical figure named "Olaus Wormius" as unlikely as this name sounds.



According to Lovecraft's own fictional history, the book was written around the year 730 at Damascus by the Arab poet Abdul Alhazred, who had been born at Sana in Yemen. The original Arab title for the work was Al Azif. In 950 it was translated into Greek by Theodorus Philetas, and received the Greek name Necronomicon, which Lovecraft translated as "The Book of Dead Names." All copies of the Greek text were ordered burned by the Patriarch Michael in the year 1050 -- by this time the Arab text had been lost. Some Greek copies escaped, however. In 1228 Olaus Wormius translated the Greek text into Latin. Both the Latin and Greek editions were suppressed by the Papal Censors at the command of Pope Gregory IX in 1232. A German black letter edition appeared around 1440, and sometime in the first half of the next century (1500-1550), the Greek text was reprinted in Italy. The final known version of the work was a Spanish translation from the Latin text, made around 1600.



In Lovecraft's tales, those interested in the Necronomicon can always consult the copy kept under lock and key in the library of Miskatonic University, a center of study that Lovecraft also invented. Considering how dangerous the book is, his characters find it surprisingly easy to gain access to it.



And just why is the Necronomicon so dangerous? Not so much for anything specific it contains, but because of the terrible things it hints about, matters better left undisturbed in the mud at the bottom of the subconscious sea of the human race.

I was asked by an associate ...
04:35 Jul 30 2008
Times Read: 758

he asked me if I felt his girlfriend (of two months) was cheating on him. notice I say associate (he once introduced someone I know to a bad character who robbed his house, and then denied being negligent). So he has been isolated from his normal friends, and he is among her friends, or group now. I happen to know she is a bit on the suspect side. So I told him, "If you have an unrested feeling then I would support that." he went into down playing his suspicion, I asked him what made him think she was.. he said, well every time I see her around this guy she acts distracted.. and the guy although a mutual friend talks to other group friends but not him.. "Yea, There's yer' sign."

I went to Rate someone and got a surge..
05:43 Jul 27 2008
Times Read: 771

Petal, I tried to rate you but I got off track.

Learning to be Fuzzy.. Or getting Fuzzy
00:26 Jul 21 2008
Times Read: 778

As a person that has a hard time with being polarized, i had a feeling that their was something to use as a research tool, finally I found it.. Fuzzy Logic..



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuzzy_logic

What blade?
01:41 Jul 19 2008
Times Read: 786








3ce



"Slit Your Wrist"



Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, yeah

Well ah-ha, well ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, yeah

And this is such a phenomenon, yeah

This is such a phenomenon, yeah



If you think you want not to exist

Then just drink a fifth and slit your wrist

If you think you’re getting tired of this

Then just drink a fifth, just take a sip

If you think you wanna call it quits

Then just drink a fifth and slit your wrist

If you’re gonna be a pessimist

Then slit it, get it over with



Here’s a bedtime rhyme if you’re not sublime

Just do what you want; just do what you gotta do

Jack and Jill went up the hill kiddy

I bet you’d like to do it too

But then Jack fell down and he broke his crown

And Jill called for help, but no one was around

So she started to cry and she found a knife

And then she slit her little fucking wrist….



If you think you want not to exist

Then just drink a fifth and slit your wrist

If you think you’re getting tired of this

Then just drink a fifth, just take a sip

If you think you wanna call it quits

Then just drink a fifth and slit your wrist

If you’re gonna be a pessimist

Then slit it, get it over with



[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/vDrw ]

Here’s another story that gets a little gory

But we all know there’s glory in a tragedy

It’s about a boy off at college in a sorority

And he cried everyday and he cried every night

And nothing was wrong but nothing was right

So he called his mom and said he wanted to die

And this is what his mommy said



Just put a bullet in your head

Take some pills and go to bead

Step in front of a truck

That’s what I said; I don’t give a fuck

As long as you get it done; I’m sick of your tongue

It’s running all the time; you’re pissing on my mind

You whine, you whine, you whine, you whine,

you whine, you whine, you whine, you whine,

you whine, you whine, you whine, you whine,

you whine, you whine, you whine, you whine,

you whine, you whine, you whine, you whine,

you whine, you whine



Ah fuck it…

Listen there’s something that I gotta talk to you about

And I don’t wanna hurt you

But I just had to get if off my chest

And I think you’re a really special person….and



If you think you want not to exist

Then just drink a fifth and slit your wrist

If you think you’re getting tired of this

Then just drink a fifth, just take a sip

If you think you wanna call it quits

Then just drink a fifth and slit your wrist

If you’re gonna be a pessimist

Then slit it, get it over with



Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, yeah

Well ah-ha, well ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, yeah

This is such a phenomenon, yeah

And this is such a phenomenon, yeah

King Missile Lyrics
22:56 Jul 11 2008
Times Read: 800

I saw an episode of The Jerry Springer Show, and the topic was "Transvestites and the Men Who Love Them." And the guy was on with his "girlfriend," and he was saying "To me, this is a beautiful woman. She's got a perfect body, beautiful blonde hair, everything. I love her, and I love making love to her. Now I ask you, does that make me gay?" Most of the audience thought so, and so did I. But it got me thinking about what is and isn't gay.





Discussing sex with a guy is gay. Discussing sex with a women is straight. Even telling a woman "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to suck a cock," is straight.





Sports are gay, especially contact sports, unless you're the only guy on both teams, in which case it's straight.





Gyms are always gay, because afterwards, in the locker room, you're showering with guys, and that is gay.





Watching pornography alone is neutral, like eating a sandwich. It is neither straight nor gay. Watching pornos with one or more other guys in the room, no matter how many other women are also in the room, is gay. Watching porn, even gay porn, with one or more other women only is staright.





Here's an interesting one: Kissing a gay guy on the cheek, or letting him kiss you on the cheek is neutral, as long as the guy is out of the closet. Hugging and/or kissing a straight guy is gay.





See, look, I know I'm homophobic, but not about gay guys. They don't bother me at all. It's straight guys who don't know their gay... they fuck my shit right up.





Like a guy calls me up and says, "A bunch of us guys are gonna sit around in our underwear and watch the football game and drink beer and eat chips and, you know, maybe wrestle with each other, just us guys. You wanna come over?" And I'm like, "No."





Ok, you got a guy sucking your dick, even if he's dressed like a beautiful woman, even if he's got the best breast implants youv'e ever seen, even if you're saying to him "Suck it, bitch, I know you like it, you slut, you whore!" that's gay.





Conversely, if a woman straps on a dildo, and you're dressed like a woman, and you're sucking her cock, and she's saying, "You like it, don't you? You like sucking my dick you little fucking faggot," and then she rolls you over and fucks you in the ass and says "You love it you little pussy boy! You love getting fucked in the ass. I'll bet you wish I was a man! I'll bet you wish this was a real cock, you fucking faggot!" and you're getting off on this like you've never gotten off before, that's still straight.





But then, if you go off to the bar, and discuss this, or any other sexual experience with guys, that's gay.





Here's the most interesting one. Sucking a guys cock can, under certain rare cirumstances, be staright. Let's say you've gotten into a betting game with a woman, and the bet is that whoever loses has to be the other's sex slave for an entire night... you know, the kind of stuff that happens in Penthouse Forum all the time. And you lose, and the woman makes you have sex with another guy. That's not gay. I don't know exactly why, but it isn't.

I have to laugh at this it is like a paranormal penthouse forum..
22:50 Jul 07 2008
Times Read: 819

so this was posted in a thread by the same person that started the thread, requesting "real, not fake" ghost stories,



"have seen ghost so many times in my life.

it seems that me and ghosts have some connection.

in begning when i saw them i got cared but after that i got use to. one night i was trying to sleep on my bed

suddenly i felt that something is licking my feet and even i can feel a kind of liquid of on my feet . that was a winter night. when it didnt stop i just looked at my feet to see wht the hell is going on . and wht i seen that was really scary and unbelieving as well. i saw lady who has really long hairs she were licking my feet its not like that i m lord of ghost or something i dont know why she was doing this. when she realized the i m watching her . she suddenly took her face and i saw a really really scary face of a old lady . for few moments i cannot remove my eyes from her scary eyes. and then she suddenly jumped on me and when you can say just at small distance she sudenly disappeared.

after that i saw her few times. i m happy that i dont see her again that was most scary incident which i had.

when i started this forum i was thinking that might be no one will believe me . but atleast i m not alone in this world"