UFO SIGHTINGS IN CALOFRNIA ON JULY

 

 

This is a quick video but I like lookinjg at many alien sighting videos.Leave you comments about what you think,

Love Always.

ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Another sleepless night...

 I know I should be sleeping but I cannot get to sleep. My eyes grow heavier, but not heavy enough to to stay closed. I've chosen to watch X-Files episodes. This show brings me comfort and always sparks creativity. Mainly because the show is written so great. It thinks out of the box and makes you, yourself, think of possibilities.

    I know I should be sleep now, I have to wake up at 6 a.m. to face a Friday at work. Maybe they will pay is early... That would be fantastic !  But it won't make too much of a difference because I'm still going to he broke. Trying to pay my bills and save up for my upcoming trip. 

    Damn it's almost 3 in the morning! Shit. 

THE LICKED HAND

A beautiful young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On the news that night, they announced there is a serial killer on the loose in the area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but the one in the basement won’t lock. She decides to leave it unlocked, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from her bathroom. Half-awake, the girl feels the comforting lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more, she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye; she turns around. Written on the wall in her dog’s blood are the words “Humans can lick too.”

 

THE ORIGINAL STORY IS LOCATED AT: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-licked-hand

(This is an oldy but goody!!!!! )

THE MESSAGE

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold.. stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there is a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go into our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

 

(I really loved this story! It is short, simple, and effective!! Love, always.)

THE ORGINAL STORY LOCATED AT: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-message

THE BASEMENT

I was home alone for the week, as my family had gone on vacation while I had to stay and work. It was around 2 AM, and I’d stayed up to watch a scary movie in the dark in my basement. I was intent on really scaring myself and seeing how far into terror I could really go – while still knowing I was safe in my own home.

It was then that I heard pounding footsteps on the first floor. This was a common annoying occurrence when my family was home – every time they passed through the front hallway, past the basement door, I heard their footsteps. This time, fear immediately shot through me at the sound. My reflex was to turn the television off immediately… the basement door was up a flight of steps and around a corner, so whoever it was would not have seen any light.

I heard the basement door handle click and turn as I sat in absolute darkness. I moved slowly so as to be absolutely silent, and crawled behind our large television. As I passed it inch by inch, I noted with panic that its black screen still dimly glowed. I heard footsteps coming down the carpeted but creaky stairs.

I froze in my hiding place, listening. For many long minutes, I heard nothing. Had the intruder seen the television’s afterglow, or had it faded in time? Was he standing in the pitch dark listening for me? I seemed to lie there in total silence for an interminably long time. My panic began to fade, and I began to think more clearly.

Had I really heard an intruder? Could someone possibly be standing there in silence for so long without making any noise? The basement was so exceedingly quiet that the silence itself began to hurt my ears. Could the unknown person really avoid any noise from shuffling or breathing or anything else? If there was an intruder, he was still in the basement, because the creaky stairs were incredibly loud, the door handle clicked, and he wouldn’t know to mask his footsteps on the first floor so that they couldn’t be heard down here…

I began counting in my head trying to pass the time, as drool fell from my mouth onto the carpet – I didn’t dare risk the sound of swallowing. I reached sixty seconds once, twice… thirty times… sixty times… by now my fear had faded and I was more confused than anything. I estimated I’d been crouched in the absolute black for almost two hours, and had still heard nothing. If there was an intruder, none of this made sense… finally, I decided I’d have to make a move. If I did nothing, eventually the sun would come up, and shine in through the small basement windows… and, worse, I began to smell something horrible and cloying.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began inching my way towards the stairs by way of the walls. If someone was standing there in the dark, I should be able to go around them and then make a break up the stairs… meanwhile, the horrible odor grew stronger. Had something died down here in the night? No living person would smell like that… terrible images of some sort of corpse-monster listening for me in the dark erupted in my thoughts, and I moved as fast as I could without making a sound.

Just as I finally approached the stairs, there was an enormous clatter, as of something falling or collapsing on the floor. It was at that moment I leapt forward and crashed up the stairs, running out through the open basement door and my wide-open front door. Now certain that someone was in the house, I called the police from my cellphone and watched my house from afar.

The police came, checked inside the house, and then grimly came back out to question me. They’d found a body in the house – my elderly neighbor, who seemed to have died of a heart attack. Their belief was that I must have left the front door unlocked, and he must have wandered in my house while dying, looking for help. At first, I felt horrible, thinking that I had sat there in the dark while the old man literally died a few feet away.

Then it occurred to me – what the hell was that loud noise of things falling, that last prompted me to bolt up the stairs and out of the house? I asked the police and they confirmed – the back door of my house had been left open as well, near a single bare footprint in the mud. Somehow, for some reason I’ll never know, there was someone else in that basement with us… silent, waiting, and listening in the dark over the fresh corpse of an old man.

 

ORIGINAL STORY TAKEN FROM: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-basement

THE BASEMENT

I was home alone for the week, as my family had gone on vacation while I had to stay and work. It was around 2 AM, and I’d stayed up to watch a scary movie in the dark in my basement. I was intent on really scaring myself and seeing how far into terror I could really go – while still knowing I was safe in my own home.

It was then that I heard pounding footsteps on the first floor. This was a common annoying occurrence when my family was home – every time they passed through the front hallway, past the basement door, I heard their footsteps. This time, fear immediately shot through me at the sound. My reflex was to turn the television off immediately… the basement door was up a flight of steps and around a corner, so whoever it was would not have seen any light.

I heard the basement door handle click and turn as I sat in absolute darkness. I moved slowly so as to be absolutely silent, and crawled behind our large television. As I passed it inch by inch, I noted with panic that its black screen still dimly glowed. I heard footsteps coming down the carpeted but creaky stairs.

I froze in my hiding place, listening. For many long minutes, I heard nothing. Had the intruder seen the television’s afterglow, or had it faded in time? Was he standing in the pitch dark listening for me? I seemed to lie there in total silence for an interminably long time. My panic began to fade, and I began to think more clearly.

Had I really heard an intruder? Could someone possibly be standing there in silence for so long without making any noise? The basement was so exceedingly quiet that the silence itself began to hurt my ears. Could the unknown person really avoid any noise from shuffling or breathing or anything else? If there was an intruder, he was still in the basement, because the creaky stairs were incredibly loud, the door handle clicked, and he wouldn’t know to mask his footsteps on the first floor so that they couldn’t be heard down here…

I began counting in my head trying to pass the time, as drool fell from my mouth onto the carpet – I didn’t dare risk the sound of swallowing. I reached sixty seconds once, twice… thirty times… sixty times… by now my fear had faded and I was more confused than anything. I estimated I’d been crouched in the absolute black for almost two hours, and had still heard nothing. If there was an intruder, none of this made sense… finally, I decided I’d have to make a move. If I did nothing, eventually the sun would come up, and shine in through the small basement windows… and, worse, I began to smell something horrible and cloying.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began inching my way towards the stairs by way of the walls. If someone was standing there in the dark, I should be able to go around them and then make a break up the stairs… meanwhile, the horrible odor grew stronger. Had something died down here in the night? No living person would smell like that… terrible images of some sort of corpse-monster listening for me in the dark erupted in my thoughts, and I moved as fast as I could without making a sound.

Just as I finally approached the stairs, there was an enormous clatter, as of something falling or collapsing on the floor. It was at that moment I leapt forward and crashed up the stairs, running out through the open basement door and my wide-open front door. Now certain that someone was in the house, I called the police from my cellphone and watched my house from afar.

The police came, checked inside the house, and then grimly came back out to question me. They’d found a body in the house – my elderly neighbor, who seemed to have died of a heart attack. Their belief was that I must have left the front door unlocked, and he must have wandered in my house while dying, looking for help. At first, I felt horrible, thinking that I had sat there in the dark while the old man literally died a few feet away.

Then it occurred to me – what the hell was that loud noise of things falling, that last prompted me to bolt up the stairs and out of the house? I asked the police and they confirmed – the back door of my house had been left open as well, near a single bare footprint in the mud. Somehow, for some reason I’ll never know, there was someone else in that basement with us… silent, waiting, and listening in the dark over the fresh corpse of an old man.

 

ORIGINAL STORY TAKEN FROM: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/the-basement

HOME ALONE

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.

You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.

You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow.

It’s his reflection.

 

 

TAKEN FROM THE ORGINAL STORY LOCATED AT :  http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/home-alone

GATEWAY OF THE MIND

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.

Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.

Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.

After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.

Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.

After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispered “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.

 

ORIGINAL STORY TAKEN FROM: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/gateway-of-the-mind

DELETE

It started with my friend in Japan. He was a hacker and pirate and always left his computer on, along with AIM and MSN. When he logged out on both, I assumed his computer finally died from overload. It was then I noticed all his posts on our favorite sites were gone. All his accounts, all his videos, all his comments.

Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Nathan and I’m a shut-in. Agoraphobia. I live in North Carolina and I program for a living. My sister does the shopping for me and I live in a basement. No windows. That might very well be the only thing that’s keeping me safe.

I woke up a month ago, at 3 AM and sat down at my desk, ready to work a bit but mostly chat. That’s when I noticed KaosSrida was gone. I don’t know his real name so don’t bother asking. Besides some spelling issues, he was a fairly good English speaker and I enjoyed talking to him. He also knew everything about computers, stuff I could never imagine possible.

That’s why I wasn’t worried. It was well within his expertise to hack into sites and delete his own posts. I assumed he had gotten sick of the internet. He’d been complaining about it for years.

I tried discussing his disappearance with a mutual friend. He seemed confused, like he was forgetting who Kaos was. This friend was really old. I worried about his mental health. I decided to let it go and talk about sports a bit.

By this time, three or four people had stopped logging on. Not the most unusual thing in the world. People got busy sometimes or just didn’t feel like talking. Only, their posts disappeared as well.

Now, it had been a couple of days since Kaos went missing. And I was getting fairly freaked out so I turned off the computer and watched TV for a while.

That’s when shit got scary.

One of the news anchors was gone. The other would sometimes look to the spot her patner should be and look confused for a while, only to return to speaking as usual. A local show called Three Sisters or something, was now Two Sisters. And yes, the third sister was gone. As with the news, sometimes there would be times where the third sister was important and for a moment they seemed to remember. But then they just kept acting. A cooking show just showed the studio, with no host.

I am a rational man and I was quick to rationalize everything. The news anchor wasn’t used to working alone while her partner was sick and the show with the sisters was part of a plot, I wouldn’t know, I didn’t watch it. The cooking show was harder to explain. Perhaps they left the camera running while they had to leave for some reason, and the network guys didn’t notice.

I had calmed myself and decided to watch something else. I got a TV guide my sister had gotten me and flipped through it. That’s when I noticed the freakiest thing yet. The Two Stooges. I stared blankly at the name, squished between an old britcom and one of those shows about how good the fifties were.

It was soon to start so I flipped over to the channel. Sure enough, the title screen said The Two Stooges. Surely, this was some joke or a rip off.

But no. It started as I remembered it. Only with a stooge less.

I freaked out and turned off the TV.

So here I am. It’s been a month and around a hundred people are missing that I know of. My sister is gone as well. I’m posting this in every site I can, hopefully reaching as many people as I can. If you can notice the people missing as well, my name is Nate Creek and I live in a small town in North Carolina, pleas e PM me as soon as possible.

-

“Hey Bob. Bob, help me out here.”

The man stared at the computer screen, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What do want, Jim?”

Bob walked over to him, a bored look on his face.

“One of the AIs has a glitch.”

“How so?”

“I deleted several other AIs and an entertainment pack so I could install the new versions but this AI didn’t delete its memories and is panicking. I thought it was the lack of a support AI because I deleted the sister file as well, but the memory logs show it started much sooner. He’s been at his computer for hours.”

“What’s he doing? Working? Creative writing?”

“Autobiographical-diary, it says. I thought we didn’t install that module on this one.”

“It’s probably a glitch of some sort. Just delete and do a clean install with the others.”

Jim sighed.

“I kinda liked this one.”

“It’s just a program Jim. It’s not like it’s sentient.”

Jim watched the visual representation of Nate_Creek_5 type furiously.

“I guess you’re right, Bob.”

Jim right clicked the AI and choose delete.

 

 

STORY TAKEN FROM: http://www.creepypastaindex.com/creepypasta/delete

Paranormal Stories: Russian Experiments

Found this interesting story about Russian Experiments that were done to test what happens to people when they are deprived of sleep through the use of a highly addictive gas! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did. :-)

Love Always

 

Cartoon Conspiracy Theories: Aladdin

Here is a cool picture I found on the Net while surfing late one night!  If you have seen the movie Aladdin, it will make you think.. Everything this picture says is pretty cool :-)

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THE HEAT, ALLERGIES, ANXIETY ATTACKS, AND INFO-MMERCIALS

 

     I am having the hardest time coping with this fucking heat! Today in my city it was 102 degrees!  And all I’ve been having are anxiety attacks.  I know all this anxiety is going to trigger some sort of insomnia or light sleeping episodes.  And we all know how much I love to sleep for one hour, be awake for four, sleep thirty minutes, be awake for six hours more!

    It’s like I can feel it welling up in my body. The tenseness, the internal feeling that my legs want to run a marathon. The thoughts of doom or ill will that might come of my family.  Those lovely thoughts that cause me to call up family members to make sure they are alive.  (Yes, I actually call up my parents and my sister to make sure they haven’t died in some mind made up manner.) Last night, I was so hot and tired. And yet, I couldn’t sleep. Every time tried to “lay my head down” like normal people do, I would just lay there staring up at the ceiling, or trying to following the blades of the ceiling fan.  It got so bad that after I took a shot of Tequila, my eyes became so heavy, that I just fell asleep. I then woke up at 2 a.m. and to my surprise my left foot was swollen.  And that got my mind buzzing again. What could have fucking caused this shit? Did a fucking demon bug bite the shit out of me while I knocked out? What type of medical disease did I have now?

    So I sat there…. Mind racing, foot swollen, and watched TV.  I had a cigarette and another drink. And soon after that I sat there with my boyfriend.  We chatted but for some reason we were drawn by the commercial that was on TV.  It was another fucking  Sean T exercise commercial.  This time for some fucking Hip Hop Dance weight loss shit.  We were overall disgusted by this commercial.  Actually “diet” or
“weight loss” commercials that have before and after photos REALLY irritate me.  The before photo is always of the person looking so fucking depressed.  This person is ultimately miserable. Which I find especially hard to believe if they were as active as they claimed or had children or a mate.  The before photo is often of the person extremely pale with no make up.  The after photo is the polar opposite.  It usually depicts the person with tons more make up, new clothes that look more expensive then the ones they used to wear in their “old life”, and of course, I can’t forget to add that they are also really tan. All this, of course, is to make the Buyer think that with the exercise video you will have great skin, a tan, a happier life, and rosier cheeks. Also the video was a bit contradictory. It is supposed to be a Hip Hop Dance video, yet the music and the dance moves were nothing of the sort.  If anything, the music was that of techno or almost house music.  And the whole time during the commercial, we kept thinking that somewhere out there in the Club scene, there is a person who is trying out these moves because they think these are actual dance moves that people really do.  WARNING: PURCHASING THIS VIDEO WILL NOT GIVE YOU RHYTHM IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM. AND NO ONE IN THE CLUB IS DOING THESE DANCE MOVES. Last, but not least, I can’t forget the under-lying racism that was taking place.  The announcer would say what a great deal this was and how fantastic you will feel.And then when he announced that it was 75% off, a clearly African-American voice shouts, “Say what!”  It was then followed by various sprinkling of other “slang” phrases like, “That’s dope!” I was appalled. And yet I could not take my eyes away from it. We laughed and discussed it some more.

    I do have to thank Sean T for one thing. It took my mind of my swollen foot, and it actually went down some. I was no long concentrating on “dying” family members. I had focused all my attention on this commercial. So, I guess my before photo would be of me with a swollen foot, rubbing my aching and restless legs, and smoking. My after photo would be me tan ( or a bit more bronze since I am black) with lip stick on, and laughing at the TV.

 

Love Always.

WHY DO KIDS ARGUE SO DAMN MUCH

It was a pretty hot day, but it is considerably cooler right now…. We went to the Sonoma Raceway today and did sit under the sun for a little while but not for very long. We even stopped off at the beach and walked the water’s edge as our puppy played with another Pug that was chasing the ball.

    And now we are home …. It so cool outside and it really doesn’t get too hot in my house.  The kids are in the Living Room playing my Xbox.  I am in my room, browsing the net for more conspiracy theories.  And then it fucking starts! The whining, the slight shoving, the aggravation…. The horror!  The kids start arguing! They have nothing to argue about! They are sitting in front of the FLAT SCREEN TV playing the XBOX while the cool breeze flows through the house and yet they will always find a reason to argue! Kids can be in the most optimal situations, and the slightest thing can tick them off!

     What started this spat you ask? I have no fucking idea! Why do birds sing? Why is tequila so fucking tasty?  These questions can’t even be answered by scientists.  I have twin teenagers and a 5 yr Old Diva.  It really doesn’t take much to set them off.  I can’t complain because they don't argue all the time.  But when they do, it’s equivalent to a cat scratching it’s claws on a chalkboard while Justin Bieber is playing in the back ground! I try to let the kids work on their differences on their own, but there are those moments that I have to be a “parent” and step in.  And sometimes I dread that shit!  Because there are those times that no matter what you say, you are always wrong because you didn’t “chose” the right child’s side. 

     Since having children of my own, I have long since apologized to my parents for all the whining, bitching, fighting, arguing, stomping, and bratty-ness that I had put them through as a child.  I figured that my parents have cursed me, much like the guy was cursed in Thinner or Drag Me To Hell.  And using that same horror movie logic, I thought apologizing and making things right would help… But NO! The curse continues on…. I can only curse these future demons with the same the children as they were as children! LOL

Love Always.

Ugh! Stupid people get on my fucking nerves…

Some people really get on my damn nerves! LOL I am not sure which category of  dick is my drives me bonkers more.   Inconsiderate people, who are so self absorbed that they fail to recognize that there are other human beings on this earth besides themselves until they need something from you, might be tired for first place with stupid people, who waste time, money and resources funding their ignorance. I swear there is nothing more annoying than selfish ignorance!  LOL I am sure you are all aware ….

    Annoying people are everywhere. But I love it when coworkers are completely oblivious to their stupidity.  Ha! They cause so much for trouble for everyone.  Especially when their stupidity causes overall delays and it of course if a ripple effect. Dammit stupid people stop breeding so I don’t have to work with you or my children won’t have to go to school with your off spring…

 

Thank you.

Love Always.

TERROR AT BART: NAKED MAN ATTACKS! WHAT’S BEHIND IT ALL?

I have witnessed something really disturbing today… It started off like any other day at work.  I get a Facebook notification that a friend of mine had tagged me in a video. I watch it and it is pretty funny! It was a fight video with a guy and a drag queen (?).  And that out of right field a torso, yes a freaking torso, came to jump into the fight. Maybe I am being mean by calling him a torso, it was a guy with no arms or legs hop out of a wheel chair that was off to the right side.  After watching this freak show, I was dicussing the video with a coworker.  He then asked if I had heard about the naked man that was attacking people at the BART station, to which I replied that I had not.  That, of course, meant that he had to send me the link. 

     Immediately upon pressing play the action was in full swing.  There was what appeared to be an African-American male with an afro and was completely asshole naked! I am not joking! He then proceed to stalk and pounce on a young female who was completely terrified, and it was that state of fear that he remain in the whole video. The Naked Man then proceeded to various gymnastic moves, flips, kicks, splits all around the BART station.During his reign of terror he attacks several other patrons, before laying down flat on the floor, making erratic movements and sounds.  (At this point a BART rider walking his bike, kicks the lunatic.)  The Naked Man gets up an then tries to attack more people, before the video is ended. 

    On the surface, this video is quite hilarious to witness his obvious decent into madness.  But if you dig deeper, you have to wonder, what does it all mean? The news is reporting that the man was on drugs, but I haven’t heard which type of drug he was on.  The is truly disturbing to me because we have seen a rise in cases like these. (Do I have to remind you of all the “zombie” cases that have appeared on television.) The fact that the drugs are having and even more negative effect on individuals is alarming. The cross melding of drugs are creating these “super” drugs that are causing people to lose their fucking minds.  Designer drugs are getting more and more popular. And with these new drugs, the doses needed to get to that level are getting smaller. But it seems that even though the doses are smaller, people seem to be ingesting  these designer drugs at larger that “recommended” amounts”. These drugs severally alter the mind, and cause episodes of extreme aggressive or eventually put you in a super agitated state.

     People are even saying that these new drugs are some sort of government testing. The government is experimenting on the American people by creating drugs for the use of making the public more servile and/or using the drugs for war applications.  It is no secret that in the past the government has used several types of drugs, hoping to use them during war. 

     If not drugs, then was else caused this man to act to erratic at the BART station?  If the man had a mental problem, these would also definitely explain his behavior. There are several mental illnesses that would cause an otherwise normal individual to lose his/her fucking shit.There are all too many incidents where someone who wasn’t right in the head has flipped out and caused damage to property, harm to other, or even harm to themselves. 

Whatever the case was, it’s is also frightening to see incidents like this where innocent and unsuspecting individuals get attacked.  Here is the video, finally, but I have to warn that is graphic and NSFW.

Love Always.

I HATE SUMMER; BUT I LOVE CALIFORNIA !!

Today it was 97 degrees where I live at.  And the next city over was 20 degrees cooler.  And it got me thinking about the summer time.  I really don’t like the summer. I so good on the heat and I cannot wait for the weather to cool off! I am so ready for it to be fall and winter already!!! However, I have the great benefit to live in the great state of California! There are no season here! It was 97 degrees, but by nightfall, we were all in sweats and jackets.  We dress in layers in this great state.  We start off with jeans, change to short and tank tops by the late morning or afternoon, switch to another pair of jeans and t-shirts, and in our comfy sweats and sweaters by the end of the night! I have grown use this.  We have to carry our jackets with us at all times because we do not know when the weather will change, but we do know it will change. I can’t ask for anything better. I love this state. I believe that we are the reason why girls across America wear shorts and Ugg boots. It’s mainly because we are wholly unsure of what the weather will fully be like, so like I said before, we dress in layers! I do have to admit that we do start a lot of fashion trends.  Mainly because I believe that living in California makes people more open.  We are a pretty open state.  And we do have a lot of original things. We are basically famous for our fusions of not only many cultures and beliefs but fusions of our food as well.  California is also famous for gold and gold rushes, our very talented sports teams, fires (especially during this fucking horrid season called “Summer”), the film industry, earthquakes, Naval bases, Redwood Trees, traffic, food, and diversity. Not to mention the insane amount of celebrities that call this state home. I really don’t know why I started this blog, maybe it was to bitch about the summer. Maybe it was to quiet my mind and convince myself to NOT movie halfway across the world in search of a place where it isn’t summer.  Either way, I love the state that I live in.  But I still HATE summer!

Love Always

AT IT AGAIN… BRINGING YOU SOME INTERESTING ARTICLES I’VE FOUND: AMPUTEES USED IN TRAINING EXERCISES

I’ve gone and done it AGAIN! I’ve stumbled upon some really great articles about various conspiracy theories… And the really terrible part about it, they range from Aliens to MK Ultra Mind control. I was asked the other day, which one of the so called “Conspiracy Theories” are my favorite. While I love them all,  from Big Foot sightings to Alien abductions to Paranormal disturbances… All the way to Government controlled terror attacks. One of my favorite things to study is the Occult and it’s symbolism.  I have to remember to add some of the links of the articles that I am reading on here.  There truly are some really good ones. Right now I am doing a reading on the Boston Bombings and whether or not they were staged terror attacks.  I recently seen some information saying that the government hired amputees to appear in Boston. Is this true I asked my self?  Well it turns out that the Government actually DOES hire  amputees during Military Training Exercises.  They hire them as fallen soldiers, so the soldier can get used to some of the things they might see on the battle field.  Which may or may not include a fallen comrade that has his/her limbs blown off. It happens.  Here are a few  videos that I have found on the subjects:

(Mark Dice)

 

 

Here is an article from CNN that claim that they Military use amputee actors for “realistic” training exercises:

 http://www.cnn.com/2012/12/05/us/amputee-actors-combat-training

And yet another article from an EMS site about how amputees help people train for disasters:

http://www.ems1.com/ems-news/1423197-Video-Amputee-veteran-helps-train-medics-for-war/

 

I am attaching the search that I did to look up the articles/videso:

 

http://www.bing.com/search?q=amputee+actors+training+military+and+emt&qs=AS&form=QBRE&pq=amputee+actors+&sc=6-15&sp=3&sk=HS1AS1&ghc=1

  I have heard arguments for both For and Against the various Theories that I have read upon. Where do you all stand on the matter? Is is good for the military to use them for training to brace the soldiers for seeing their falling comrades with missing limbs?  Or  do you think they are using the amputee actors to train them to become hardened against feel sympathetic for injured civilians/military personnel? Do you even think that it is morally wrong to use them at all during ANY training exorcise? Let me know what’s on your mind.

Love always!

Getting that itch for another tattoo again…But TRUST it won’t be a terrible one like these….

   It’s only been a few months since I got my last tattoo, but I already want another one. Now, it’s just a question of what I want and where. I am thinking of getting my tattoo on my leg touched up and recreated.  I think something that I could get connected to the new one would be freaking awesome. I am also talking to my tattoo buddy and coworker about redesigning the one on my back. I don’t want to cover it up, it is the name of my ex boyfriend, because I do not regret it.  I am thinking of getting a phoenix added to it. 

    I think tattoos are wonderful!!! I think they are a great form of expression. I can’t really tell people what to get on their bodies, they are free to get whatever they so desire, it’s their body.  I’m just saying that they should be prepared to defend their decision to get the McDonald’s logo they inked on their cheeks…..

   I’ve come across some absolutely HORRIBLE tattoos around the internet…

 

 

 

I hope you have enjoyed these pictures. And let this be a lesson…. You have the right to tattoo anything you want on your body. But you also don’t want to regret the decision down the line. Be sure it’s something that you can be proud of.  Also, be willing to shop around.  I always go by the saying, “Good tattoos aren’t cheat and cheap tattoos aren’t good!”.  Don’t be afraid to look at the porfolio of the person that is going to tattoo you. Also, research who this person is and who he has tattooed before.. Most artists don’t mind you asking and are more than willing to give you references.  Ask LOTS OF QUESTIONS!! You need to know some thing about your tattoo. What is the healing time? How long do you need to leave the bandage on? Is there any medication that I should be using or what should I avoid doing while the tattoo is healing?  And most importantly, PAY ATTENTION DURING THE SESSION!!! You need to be aware of how this masterpiece is going to turn out. Let the Artist know if you do not like something. This is your body! And you are paying for this piece of art to endure the ages, you can decide what stays and goes! I can’t wait to get a new piece done! And I will be sure to post a picture of my new ink pride.

Love Always.

CNN ANCHORS FAKE A SATELLITE INTERVIEW IN THE SAME PARKING LOT

 

I read this article on Infowars, and I got to admit that I was cracking up at the video that was posted. Here is an excerpt from the article:

Sorry, we’re experiencing a delay in the broadcast while we both wait for this bus to go by.”

Yes, those are all the same cars. Apparently they thought we wouldn’t notice because Nancy is on the right side of the screen, when in reality she is to Ashleigh Banfield’s left.

See The Atlantic Wire’s excellent breakdown of the shots to see exactly what happened.

Tricky, CNN, very tricky. We understand, though. When a major crime story like the Cleveland Kidnapping breaks, you have to send in Nancy Grace. However, since Nancy Grace is a poorly-medicated vengeance demon who’s always just a bad morning away from ending up on her own show, you also send in a real anchor with whom she can “correspond.”

Unfortunately, it’s hard to get shooting permits in Cleveland on short notice, so you set up in the same parking lot. Do us a favor, CNN, just put them next to each other and have them talk into each other’s faces instead of relaying their words through satellites to come back down 30 feet away like we’re idiots.

Here is the link to the article:  CNN ANCHORS FAKE SATELLITE INTERVIEW

Here is another article about the topic:

The Atlantic Wire wrote the following article. (Here is the link to the article: NANCY GRACE AND ASHLEIGH BANDFIELD HOLD SPLIT SCREEN INTERVIEW IN SAME PARKING LOT

Nancy Grace and Ashleigh Banfield Hold Split-Screen Interview in Same Parking Lot

In a bizarre television and spatial anomaly on CNN this morning, the blanket coverage of two true-crime stories led two news anchors to conduct an odd "satellite" interview from the very same parking lot, background traffic and all.

The two suspects are Ashleigh Banfield of CNN and Nancy Grace of Headline News, who were updating viewers on the latest from the ongoing and increasingly ugly Cleveland kidnapping story. (Grace being TV's leading expert on deviant crime.) At first it seems like a normal TV "remote," as Banfield interviews Grace from another location. Then the channel's graphics alert viewers: both anchors are in Phoenix. That's odd. Also: They're both outdoors, sitting in what looks to be a parking lot. And is that same building behind them?

Then things truly get bizarre. Watch the cars moving in the background of both shots:

Did you see it? Watch the Nissan Xterra from Ashley's side enter on Nancy's:

Okay, if you're still not seeing it, look for the moment when the same bus is in both shots.

It seems that Grace and Banfield are sitting in the same parking lot, facing in the same direction, and judging by the speed of the vehicles in their shots, they cannot be sitting more than 30 feet away from each other. Yet, they're behaving as if the are on opposite sides of the world. Here's an artist's representation of the warp in space time punditry.

To be fair to Grace and Banfield, they are on two different networks (though they share the same parent company and probably wouldn't be talking to each other if they were true competitors), and cable TV news often features "remote" split-screen interviews with hosts and guests, even when they're in the same building. And Grace and Banfield are both in Phoenix to cover another sensational true-crime tale, the Jody Arias murder case. But despite being on sister stations and the fact Grace would literally only need to walk a few brisk steps to join Banfield on the same camera, the two broadcast teams remain hopelessly torn apart.

Later, Banfield would conduct another interview (this time about Arias) with another Headline News host who was in a different location than Grace, but still in the same parking lot; plus a third HLN regular somewhere else in the Phoenix area. (Also, outdoors and presumably close by.) And don't forget the CNN reporter who is standing across the street from her, waiting in front of the courthouse. A four-headed interview with four people in the exact same city covering the exact same story on at least three different programs on two different networks owned by the same company. So much for corporate synergy. 

(Disclosure: The two authors of this post are in the same office, sitting about five feet away from each other.)

The conceptual photography of Alva Bernadine

EXOTIC DESTINATIONS OF THE WORLD

While searching the net, I’ve come across some of the most beautiful pictures of places all around the world.  If I wasn’t borderline agoraphobic, I would actually venture outside of my little cottage and actually travel.  Truth is, I love traveling. I love adventure. One day I will travel to several places… Maybe these places..

 

 

Bali

 

 

 

Morocco

 

 

Plitvice Lake Croatia

 

 

Unusual Forest Home- This home caught my eye… :-) 

 

Sukothai

 

White Haven Beach, Australia

 

I will post more… These just happen to have stuck in my head recently.  It is quite amazing the places that are on this Earth… So many to see.  And yet, even though this life is full of just plain natural beauty, it is so sad to know that people go around destroying it…. I hope it is around long enough for me to see it…

 

Love Always,

Charlie Sunshine

MAYBE SLEEP NOW… (THE MIND OF THE INSOMNIAC)

Maybe sleep now..

Maybe sleep now after this episode of The Cult... Hey, I also have some Fringe to watch.

Maybe sleep now after I add these movies to my instant queue... I can't wait to watch that German horror..

Maybe sleep now after I see if Crackle updated those animes... Don't forget to watch Wolverine anime.

Maybe sleep now after one more round of Team Deathmatch on Call of Duty....I finished in top 3.

Maybe sleep now after one more article on Before It's News... More alternative news with proof of alien abductions...

Maybe sleep now after one more creature on God Of War.. I am so close to killing these snake fuckers.

Maybe sleep now after one more shot of Tequila...  My favorite mistress.

Maybe sleep now after one more beer... Ice cold Corona to chase the tequila.

Maybe sleep now after one last cigarette... What's better after a shot and a beer.

Maybe sleep now after checking my Facebook... Oh look someone left a comment...

Maybe sleep now after I tweet this... Yay! I got more followers.

Maybe sleep now after one more blog... Did I remember to write about those videos?

Maybe sleep now after a snack.. Mmmm barbecue burgers are calling my name.

Maybe sleep now after I use the restroom...All those beers go straight through me...

Maybe sleep now after I plug up my phone... Oh crap I got some text messages to reply to..

Maybe sleep now after I put on my PJ's... Boxers and an Avengers shirt..

Maybe sleep now after I change my doggy's puppy pad.. Can't have her pissing on the floors.

Maybe sleep after I check on the kids... Quiet my mind by making sure they are breathing..

Maybe sleep now after I check the locks.. Gotta make sure no one is coming in or killing us in our sleep...

Maybe sleep now after I go in the room.... Damn, I got in the bed and didn't turn off the light..

Maybe sleep now after I get under the covers... Did I set my alarm?

Maybe sleep now after I snuggle up to my boyfriend... He is so warm..

Maybe sleep now after I lay my head down on the pillow..

RING RING RING RING... Oh shit, goddamn alarm... It's already 6 am!

An Insomnia poem by Strassa McDowell aka Charlie Sunshine 

BACON CLOCK!!!

Taken from Ripley’s Believe It Or Not…

California based inventor Matty Sallin has devised an alarm clock that wakes you up with the smell of Bacon.  Wake n’Bacon turns on ten minutes before you are due to wake up and slowly sizzles frozen slices of bacon beneath two halogen light bulbs.  Its built in fan then wafts the aroma of cooking bacon around the room to wake you up gently… :-)

Here is a supporting article that I found about this clock! Check it out. It’s a great idea and I am totally adding it to my wish list in the future!

http://www.seriouseats.com/2008/07/wake-n-bacon-alarm-clock-the-best-sleepending.html

 

Needless to say, I need me one of the damn clocks!  It is fucking genius!

 

Love Always.

IT’S A PUBLICITY STUNT: YAHOO BUYS APP FROM TEEN FOR $30 MILLION DOLLARS by Mark Dice

DRONES MENTIONED IN THE BIBLE-BOOK OF REVELATION-ANITCHRIST’S ROBOTIC ARMY

THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE

Today was a long day at work.  We have our production going full blast. My company is growing by leaps and bounds.  In fact, it’s been a long week. I am very satisfied at the amount of work that I was able to do this week. I love my job.  But nothing compares to coming home to the family.  I didn’t have to cook or clean today. It was actually a perfect Friday.  My boyfriend went shopping, I got a bunch of free shit with purchase  the other day while I was sopping.  Which basically means that tomorrow or even Sunday, we will be barbecuing.   My mother cooked a phenomenal dinner and brought some over to us, so that mean that I didn’t have to cook at all. I don’t mind cooking, I actually love to cook. I cook every night, and I don ‘t mean to toot my own horn, but I am a damn good cook. Right now me and my boyfriend are watching tv, and drinking. What are we drinking? Tequila and beer bombs! What are those you ask? It when you drop a shot of tequila into beer and drink it.  It gets you pretty messed up, real fast. LOL  I have to say that these are the simple things in life that I love.  Sitting here in my house, watching trash TV or sports with my baby.  This is how I choose to spend my Friday nights.  Sitting in my awesome living room drinking and playing video games. I have no need to get drunk in the club when I can get drunk in my house and pass out and not worry about idiots who wanna fight, cops who are on the look out, or other dangerous situations.

   My kids?  Yeah, they are resting quietly in their rooms.  They, too, are pretty exhausted from the week.  They are on spring break, and they have had so much fun hanging out with my mother and going on their little adventures.  And right now, they are in their rooms, detoxing from the week.   So it is quite.  A little too quiet personally! LOL But all in all, these are the simple things that I enjoy.  I do not require much.  Just some adult time. And quiet time. And this weekend, we are going to go the part and barbecue.  Maybe at the lake….

   Having this time allows me to think about the future and make plans.  Plans not only for the weekend, but for the summer. :-) I am thinking a road trip? Maybe to spend the weekend in Santa Cruz or Monterey.  Maybe another weekend in San Francisco.   Either way, I know my family will enjoy will enjoy it.  And, also, I know I am going to drink my way around town..

 

Ahh, the simple things in life are all I need to survive.

 

Love Always,

CONSPIRACY CRACKPOT OF THE WEEK… By Mark Dice.

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