YOUR UNREALISTIC RESOLUTION

So, it’s that time again.  The time at the end of one year and the beginning of the next when people start to make these ridiculous promises and expectations of themselves, in the form of New Years Resolutions.  My issue with making resolutions are the people that create unrealistic ones…  Especially when it comes to exercise or quitting something. A friend of mine said her New Year’s Resolution was to run 10 miles a day.  Now keep in mind that this bitch is over weight, a smoker of both marijuana and cigarettes, does not eat fresh vegetables unless they are in the form of pickles on her burger, and consumes her first drink of alcohol before most of us even wake up, and probably hasn’t run 10miles in 10 years.  I’m supposed to support that? Yeah, no.

Love Always

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.

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“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

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.

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.

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.

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