| O To You Whom I Devour |
[16th. Apr, 200903:48 pm] |
O to you whom I devour
Like torn souls or broken glass
Your edges slitting down my throat
Like razor blades or horns of brass.
Oh you who I eat, and swallow still
Your old pain, your ancient deaths
Swallowed whole, a lion's share
A necromancers feast of breath.
To you whom I smile, and play the villain
Curling teeth behind lips inside.
You who stand, the last in line
Whet me, as the jaws gape wide. |
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| Oh Hardy Har Har |
[29th. Mar, 200909:07 pm] |
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Very funny fate. You know, I don't know why I bother with I Ching. Loud and clear you dogfucker. |
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| This is why. |
[28th. Mar, 200902:14 am] |
*myself mooching of how I'm sometimes really not comfortable with being female*
Me: Perhaps it's because almost all the people in my head are male that I feel uncomfortable, I'm just not used to it.
Mengele: We really should get around to watching 'She-Wolf of the SS', and give you some positive role-models.
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The funniest thing is that the daft fuck meant it completely seriously. I cracked up so hard. |
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| Picture this: |
[4th. Mar, 200901:14 pm] |
I'm in a fetish club, Adventures of Gwendoline, with my friends and dom Peter. We're both in full SS uniforms, him Allgmeine, me Totenkopfverbande. We're having a look around the dungeon floor to see what's free and we go over to the whipping post. On it, someone's propped a book. It's very beautiful, one of those lovely old books with gold leaf edging on it, so naturally we think it's a copy of the bible. Some prop left over from a previous scene. Anyway, I'm bored so i pick it up, guess what? It's not the bible. It's 'The Murderers Among Us' by Simon Wiesenthal.
WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF
Dude, they saw us coming.
Yes, I took the book, "That book is mine! I'm having that book for breakfast!"
WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF
That was some fucked up shit. |
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| One last question |
[11th. Feb, 200903:47 pm] |
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About Death of Grass. The one hole I managed to pick in the story. Dust Storms. With all the grass gone and nothign to hold the earth there would have been dust storms like nothing imaginable. It's what happened in the dust bowl of the 30s. |
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| Just finished The Death of Grass |
[10th. Feb, 200905:19 pm] |
Anyway, hlfway through the book I had a character chat with everyone as to what they'd do if all the grasses in the world died. For the most part it was 'starve to death', except for one exception.
S: So, Josef. You're fuhrer of Germany and this plague's been dropped on you. What do you do?
M: Well, fuck the grain crop. Harvest as much as we can and use absolutely every spare stretch of land for non-grass crops. Transform everything from the Grunwald to forest clearings into fields for food.
Sort the population by general Aryan-ness to work out rationing, any non-Germanics get dumped somewhere in Siberia to starve.
Keep the population equal to the food production.
Gather as much non-infected grass seeds as possible and hide them in sterile huge silos and complexes to keep them safe.
Bring in a huge propaganda effort along the lines of Blood and Soil so people understand how terrible this is and encourage people to go out of their way to preserve the grass. Perhaps by keeping grasses as houseplants. Grass plant competitions with prizes for the best kept or rarest strains. We've got the bread, now for the circuses.
Buckle down the hatches and try and ride this out, provide as much food as possible and preserve what would otherwise be destroyed. Keep minimal supplies of cattle, sheep, deer and other grass-eating creatures, fed on synthetic feeds, not really to eat, just to maintain until we can breed them either to eat non-grasses or the grass grows again.
Shrink the borders to keep things as defensive as possible, shoot anyone who doesn't have their official papers.
There's already martial law so it shouldn't be too hard to keep order.
Keep scientists working flat out on finding a cure or breeding disease resistant strains of grasses, or else ride it out and wait for the virus to kill all the grasses and then die in turn.
Then try, every year one grain of grass to check if it's safe to replant. Or test new resistant grains.
Once things are safe one way or another, no matter how long it takes, plant grasses, release protected wildlife, take over the world as the only civilisation left.
S: ....
That... that. Well, apart from the whole 'leaving all non-Germans to die' bit (which, considering what happens in the book, is not that much worse than what was done there), that was all incredibly sensible. I really loved the idea of grass plant competitions!
Huh, just reinforcing my idea that if there ever was an incoming disaster, dictatorships are the way to go.
After reading the rest of the book, I think I would rather live in Mengele's Germany than canon. There'd be food, and you'd be able to walk the streets safely, and as insane as it sounds I think the nazis would have the lower death toll.
Kudos, sir, kudos. |
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| Due to pain |
[10th. Feb, 200912:02 am] |
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Going to see aunt. If Lupie's headpeople went missing between 6-7 it was my fault. Coming back Friday. Moving in Saturday. Feeling down but a little more stable. More writing will be done. Quiche. |
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| This was clearly some sort of dare |
[9th. Feb, 200901:16 am] |
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I said if this year was worse than the last I'd do something stupid, since this has clearly been taken as a challenge I am starting to run out of reasons not to do said stupid things. Enough, too much. Everything is falling apart and I've had enough. This hurts too much as it is. |
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| Well, fuck this then |
[5th. Feb, 200911:48 am] |
You know? Mirek, just take over. It'll be character development for you and I really cannot cope with this class on zero sleep and with nerves worn to threads. I don't want to cry and may end up doing so, so you can run this place while I take a nap and come back for poetry, because few things are more soothing than poetry...
Actually, you can take poetry too. |
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| Red Dawn FOR WHEN BEING A TERRORIST WAS COOL |
[4th. Feb, 200904:06 pm] |
Five minutes into the completely unashamed anti-communist propaganda and I'm already laughing my arse off.
NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!
Oh wow, barriers down so we can all cheerfully snark and the nazis can all yell "I TOLD YOU SO!"
We will defeat the evil commies with a mixture of bad shooting and worse acting!
We defeat the evil capitalists with our MOUSTACHES OF PORN!
The Americans get a car going by pissing in the radiator, the Cubans are only here for sports equipment.
Dude, I'm getting Lord of the Flies flashbacks. "KILL THE PIG! DRINK ITS BLOOD!"
This film is crazier than The Turner Diaries (which would look a lot like this, if you exchange the communists for Jews/blacks/gays/people-we-don't-like-cause-they-look-funny)
YAY SUBTLETY! We'll walk around looking REALLY SUSPICIOUS and no one will notice.
The KGB have nothing better to do than round up teenagers.
They have re-education camps! Mengele: YAY I HAVE A NEW JOB. Wow, he realy does.
This really is the Turner Diaries, only with really bad acting and less racism. Same level of LONE WARRIOR! batshit insanity though.
AND HORSES! We are going to fight the Communist invader WITH HORSES. Who were the last people to try cavalry against tanks? THE POLISH. AND THEY HAVE ARROWS. This film is that dumb.
"Things are different now." NO SHIT SHERLOCK.
Yay, I wanted more communists, and they gave me more communists. This film can read my mind. AND THEY ARE CALLED YURI LOLOLOL.
DUDE HE SHOT HIM. The so-called hero shot an unarmed, helpless, wounded Russian soldier who had been out sightseeing. I expect that sort of behaviour from Mengele you dogfucks. This really is the Turner Diaries.
Oooh, ominous music and pimp moustaches, must be the bad guys. That and they have tanks. The Americans don't have tanks THEY HAVE HORSES AND ARROWS.
The Russians are so bored they are tracking down PROBLEM STUDENTS.
Camouflage: I'M A WALKING HAYSTACK AND I'M GOING TO CRASH DEAD RUSSIAN'S FUNERAL BECAUSE I'M RELATED TO FRED PHELPS.
Nazis are compaining about wasting tank ammo to execute civilians. Ears are complaing from civilians horrible singing.
They're talking German now. ARE THESE COMMUNBISTS OR NAZIS MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
The brave haystacks open fire on communazis mercilessly and in all ways behaving like jocks playing American football. Actual RL likehood of this working? The same as finding Hitler alive ON MARS.
Red blooded American MWAHAHAHAHAH. If I ever become an evil overlord I will make anyone who says this DROWN IN THAT BLOOD.
They managed to bring in the whole 'kill all imigrants' in too. This is becoming more and more like the Turner Diaries by the minute.
HOW DARE YOU BASH MY EUROPE FUCK YOU AMERICA.
The Russians beat Hitler's tally only in Chinese BECAUSE RUSSIANS AREN'T EVIL ENOUGH YET. And why the hell China for pete's sake? This movie IS THAT STUPID.
The question 'what's the difference between us and them?' should never be answered by 'because we live here.' This is becoming a cross between The Turner Diaries and The Man With the Iron Heart. I end up rooting for the 'bad guys' because while they're no worse than the 'good guys' at least it doesn't feel hypocritical and it's a good way to spite the writer/director.
Lost Interest at this point so I think someone died, and someone else, and someone else. Dull as mud by now. |
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| Adverse weather conditions |
[2nd. Feb, 200901:35 pm] |
Well, this aerodrome is well and truely snowed in, along with half of London. Snow for the last 24 hours and more set to come. Went to LAM yesterday, and barely managed to get home from the afterparty, and even then only because the imminent master Aun kindly drove me home, and then had to crash because he didn't want to risk 70 miles up the motorway in a car that had barely made it across London, and that taken three hours.
However, now home and generally at warmth, and the motorway's been defrosted enough that master Aun risked the drive back, but not before helping self and housemates first in free-for-all snowball war, then helping build Frostina the fertility snowwoman in the front yard.
Long, long weekend, hard, but good too. It's been painful, but LAM helped a great deal, bought a leather belt/flogger and a long white lab coat (heh heh heh). Then got flogged rather thoroughly by Master Aun, who has probably been the best thing to happen to me in the fetish scene. Wonderful to find someone who not only knows everything about the scene, but also rather shares my interest for nazis. Nice to know I won't be the only one in uniform from now on.
Anyway, it's snowing, it's cold, and the whole of London's ground to a halt, no buses, no tubes (???) no trains, so stuck here for the forseeable future. |
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| Kinky fun |
[26th. Jan, 200910:45 pm] |
Going to Dictators on friday, and Gwendoline's this weekend, heading off with a friend I made at club Subversion, we're both putting on the Reich and I spent the evening stitching insignia on my uniform. Very sore fingers. Definitely going, spent last Sunday protesting against the bloody scary new law against BDSM, so it's only fair. My kink is never going to be legal, but good grief people I can see the difference even now.
Looks like a distinctly interesting weekend. Moving out at some point too. Very busy. |
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| Due to problems with logic, common sense and reality; |
[25th. Jan, 200908:48 pm] |
What will now be known as 'The 2008 Experiment' is officially over.
All characters will now officially remain characters and will no longer be allowed to affect day-to-day life unless in the aformentioned tightly controled 'game' environment. This is at once to minimise character contamination in the story-writing process and reduce the level of confusion caused by having several separate trains of thought colliding.
Note, this is not a Kuthgar level event. No blame is to be assigned and no one is to be gotten rid of. In fact, some thanks due since this could very well have degenerated into one. So despite the behaviour of certain persons, no reprisals will be taken. Everyone is to go back to their worlds and only effect the outside if specifically invited to do so via a game. Advising capacity will remain at mirror-talk, characters offering advice will be asked to keep it to themselves. Somethings work with some people. This doesn't work here. |
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| :D |
[24th. Jan, 200907:38 pm] |
I HAS A STUKA! AND SS INSIGNIA! IT'S LIKE EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD ONLY NOT.
Eham.Yes. Pleased, very pleased. That's me in coat and hat and boots and riding crop and gas mask and leather gloves. I want to eat myself. Or possibly hit myself. It varies. |
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| Sometimes, the only word is |
[22nd. Jan, 200905:33 pm] |
Congratulations. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/southamerica/brazil/4307262/Nazi-angel-of-death-Josef-Mengele-created-twin-town-in-Brazil.html
Really. I have no fucking idea what to say. I admit you did hint at something like this, but I thought it was just you killing more people for kicks 'n giggles. This... if this was really fucking you. Well, no wonder you found The Boys From Brazil so insulting.I really have no way of formulating a coherent responce to this. Please fuck off and bask in triumph for a few days while I sort this out for myself, m'kay? We don't want a repeat of Auschwitz now do we?
Jesus Christ. |
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| Uniform update |
[21st. Jan, 200911:37 pm] |
SS tunic now has buttons shoulder and collar tabs. Or will, when the ordered stuff arrives. Final cost of uniform has dropped to under £100.
I need a job. |
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| Namesake |
[18th. Jan, 200909:52 pm] |
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I have bought myself the sweetest little incy-wincy stuka off ebay. Can't wait until it gets here, it's so adorable! |
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| Discussion on a rather happy Stuka |
[18th. Jan, 200912:36 am] |
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