If you are Drunk right now and reading these forums postFollow

I am pondering many Inane things right now in my dunkedness,Playing Fable and killing every nice person I see.Playing Star ocean and crafting all night.Or watching TV al night.I have several other involved thoughts going on,but I will leave them to see what others post.

Oddly I escaped a murder like you mention before I was born.You see,My mother was in a coven of 63 women witches all bent on sacrificing me as her first born.Ironically,they would have retained no power from my death,had they of obtained it.My mother had another child 22 months before me,a girl,and mis-carried her into the toilet.Then buried her in the backyard.I almost wished they would have sacrificed me so I could laugh at thier lack of power from "the innocent murdered childs heaven".

My sister,as I call her even tho she is long since dead and barely lived,was birthed with a cleftpallet.To those who don't know.This means her upper jaw bone wasn't joined below the nose.Had she of lived even after alot of surgery,she still would of been odd.Likely,she would of had an inferiority complex.One I would of exploited,and teased her to now end about.

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Btw..all truth:)

Edited, Thu Oct 14 23:48:15 2004 by Viciousblood

No Probes....

When I was a child I grew up in a very small town.This town was a God-fearing town.As most youth are,my friends and I always searched for a clubhouse.We tried the tree-house,didn't work.One stormy summer light Lightning felled a mighty Oak tree.As it breathed it's last breath,it formed somewhat of a bridge across a narrow part of the river that ran it's course thru my town.

My friends and I crossed this "bridge".On the other side the upper-most branches of said trees formed what we saw as a cave.So we dragged some stray lumber down there and went to work.We trimmed the lesser branches of of the tree exposing the main arteries.To these we attached the lumber.Making sure to fit the roof with a breather-hole for a fire.We stripped the earth bare inside of our "fort",using towels and rugs stolen from our homes to sit on and cover the floor.

Many the night we spent in that tree-fort...drinking,sex,joking,weed smoking...you know all the things kids do when we are young...I was 12 btw.Even with all the effort the 6 of us put forth to that Hovel,it was still not what we were loking for.Drunken one night,we stumbled our way up the river back to the road.Walking up the road we noticed a strange building which closely resembled a schoolhouse,It was is the form,if you can imagine this in your mind,of something right out of one of the pilgrim paintings you saw flipping thru books as a child.White slats adorning its extremities.Yellow-brown windows almost suggesting shadows behind them in the moonlight.What appeared to us to be a cellar entrance directly below the rather large staircase that lead to the primary doorway.

All this was contained behind a Six foot Chain-link Fence.I assume,now having an adult mind,that this was to prevent entry..or perhaps at least to make it less of an issue.As a youth it was barely even noticed.We all decided to explore this structure,havung abandoned the fort we work so hard at it seemed a likely replacement.We of course entered thru the main door.Inside it truly did resemble a schoolhouse of old.Chalkboards,a couple old tables which seemed to be at one time to be used as desks.There were 2 rooms....in the back was a staircase leading to the lower level.

We all fooled around in the two main rooms...except for one of us.My girlfriend of the time decided to go down to the lower level.We were not stupid children like populates this world now.We had lights with us.She had her own.I was not with her but when she came back upstairs she claimed she only made it down the stairs half-way.Saying that the entire room seemed to "hum" and was so very cold.Of course the other females,numbering two,were terrified.The males...my friend Chuck,and a friend I had since kindergarten,Jamie...were curious.

It took a good 10 min to convince the other girls to come with us.My Melissa was not scared at all.The darker parts of life always excited her.I guess that is part of why I liked her.We all went down stairs.The room was very cold.i don't think "hum" was the right way to describe the sound in there.If you could apply Bass to the scratching on a Chalkboard that would be more like what the sound made.Ear-curdling,but oddly soothing in it's baratone depth.

The bottom floor was one room.All dirt with brick walls.Small windows chased the ceiling,two and three at a time.The light we brought was enough to tell the room was barren.Directly to the right of the stairs that lead down from the upper level was another eight or nine step staircase that lead downward.It was no easy task to get everyone down there.None the less,youthfull as we were,we went down.At it's end there was a small room,same brick walls.At a closer look...the bottom layers of brick were made of what looked like dirt.Still in the from of bricks though.The floor,still dirt,was miss-colored.It looked like sand was layed on top of the dirt.Sand of two colors,the whiter,almost gray,sand being mainly used.A Red closely Burgundy sand being present,but in alot lesser amount than than the lighter.

Upon entering the roommy ears began to ring.I can remember the sound so clarly in my head.I closed my eyes to the sounds.I can recall the sounds of a blunt object hitting something soft.Screams,I can hear Melissa's screams so clear in my head.I tripped over one of the last stairs that lead to the lower room.Catching myself with my hands the ground was wet.As my eyes opened and the light bounced around the room I saw it.

Jamie's corpse.

None of us nknow what really happened.We discussed it quite a bit after that night.The night we buried him in that basement room.Being so young,none of us knew how to handle any of this.Melissa left me shortly after.She never looked at me the same after that night.We never spoke again.

Shortly after I moved away from that town.I have debated going back.All my friends are gone.Melissa, from what I know died In a car accident.Jamie's poor Mother never found out what happened to her son,and sadly,I never did either.


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Truth:)

Sure. It says:

blah blah blah horrifying childhood memory blah blah my daddy used to rape me blah blah blah blah are to blame for all my problems.

I didn't read it either, but I'm assuming that's the jist of it.

Twiztid

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truth:)

People...that almost sounded like a suggestion that us of the darker side are different.Never once did I consider any of this to be "a horrifying childhood memory".Down to the last shovel full of dirt,I was the primary digger btw,this was by far one of the most enlightening experiences of my life.To me it showed so many sides of life a child's mind never fathoms.

For one it showed me at a young age how fragile life is.So quickly the life of someone I had known about 7 years was over.One moment he was there telling me how this all didn't feel right to him,and how we should just leave and go raid his Grandpa's basement for more Vodka.Then his point was proven.It wasn't right.

It also proved to me the value of a secret.I doubt I am the first to speak of this.Possibly,I will not be the last.For many years though,this was never spoken.That was one of greatest strengths as friends.Even after I moved away,we all talked for a while.Sometimes I think it was more out of concern for if the others had breathed a word of this.Somehow it resembled a unity...even if it was in a perverse ,twisted,selfconcerned way.

Lastly,it proved to me the limited veiw of a child's mind.Looking back now all of these actions were very wrong.At the time none of us knew better.I left that day more mature than I would be for many years(some of you may question that by my need to dictate this to text but oh well).Life took a new meaning for me that day.A meaning I have lost over the years.

FTF

So , like football, can we make em pass a physical? This is very interesting..

Gadin