REPOSTING SOMETHING WEIRD AND FEAR-INDUCING!



The Loud, Literally Voracious Sounds of Wet, Sloppy Slurpin' and Glurpin'!



Part 1

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7152065/

Part 2

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7152081/

Part 3 (the BEST part)

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7152091/

Part 4

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7152100/



I think...that YOU GOT SCARED!



That's just...not the kind of thing that immediately warrents several comments, now is it? They were recorded some time early during 2011, and I had so many lols when I thought about posting them up that I just HAD...to post them up. XD I still think number 3 is the scariest one since I pretty much allowed my mind to sink into a particularly comfortable and very carnal state in order to make recording that a whole lot more fun. XD I have no doubts that most of the folks who gravitated to the very first one were turned off from having heard the first few seconds of it XD - only natural that anyone would read such a clusterfuck statement at the top of my page and wonder what was going on at the BEGINNING of the madness, maybe continuing onward to the other three if they weren't too weirded out by the first. XD

I'd looove to know what all those viewers think of those slurpy recordings. :3 Believe it or not, my main intention from the start - on the day that I was eating that cherry jello - was, simply, to make something that might actually turn people on at hearing it! You might read through my eroticised submissions and find all these unmistakenly carnal RP descriptions, and then to tie something like that in with what you would hear in audio might just be a little orgasmic on the conscience. >;3 BUT, if you're anything like a certain meanie-mouthed feline with a four-letter name then you probably just stopped the playback, backed out of the recording, and facepalmed just before thinking "AUGH, FAGGOT!!!" *cue the explosive "(angry)" emoticon from Skype*

Always a pleasure to rile up the homophobes!

Go and listen to the third recording while reading over --> THIS <-- oral sex RP where my input says "*he literally began to suck your member with a powerful drinking motion, widening his maw in short moments to breathe hotly down into your groin and over your throbbing member, only to slurp his muzzle down over it to suck powerfully again."

If I was a therapist, I would compile a series of "Audio Therapy" recordings for people dealing with sexual tension. The requirements? Slurp WETLY upon as many WET and edible things as much as possible for as LONG as possible, and try to strike a chord in the hearts of every one of my listeners as far as the extents of their oral fixations are broad...



So yeah, haven't felt to be in much of a writing mood lately for taking lots of time to get into my vast collection of videogames! x3



But I STILL want to make you cum... >;O



Your only hope is to stop being so yummy... http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8848489/ >;3

I STILL want to know what you think about oral sex...



GO --> HERE <-- FOR MUCH LURRRVE OF THE COCK!



Also, if you say "SUCK MY DICK!" then I'll TOTALLY start an epicly humorous comment battle with you. >;O



DO EET.^^ :D >:3

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Movin' on / CHAINDIVE 1st STAGE BGM





The tune is just...yes, on all fronts.

Threads of Fate/Dewprism OST: Opening Title



Threads of Fate/Dewprism OST: Serene Town



Threads of Fate/Dewprism OST: Pass through the Forest



Threads of Fate/Dewprism OST: Underground Ruins



Threads of Fate/Dewprism OST: To The Ultimate Relic





A reposted journal from my alt account  theconjugator

Also, now that I think about it, even though Dewprism ("Threads of Fate" in America. ) came out waaay before the PS2's "Odin Sphere" did, its art style kind of reminds me of Odin Sphere's art style. :O



Good times.

Because I'm a bit of a Gradius fan. And in Gradius, when you get to a boss, you're always tasked with firing everything you've got at their 'core'...

I'm a firm believer in the fact that if someone's main problem is that they're an asshole then maybe they should try seeing what it's like to NOT be an asshole? And you can't call bullshit when what's said can only be argued, but not refuted. :3

Read a long ass sentence enough, and the meaning behind it becomes clear as day. And if it doesn't then you're not TRYING to understand its meaning.

It was during a woodshop class in high school at age 17 that I realized that the generation I was a part of consisted of half-witted numbskulls who INTENTIONALLY shun each and every notion of self-accountability that there is. Something I like about the present day is that these kinds of people have become SCARCE, or have just gone from BEING those types of people to being something worth bringing up in a conversation. That, or this is just a side effect from having immersed myself in an art community, where open minds are the standard. In any case, the signs of openness and willingness to express are also refreshing. To this day, it still baffles me that someone would sit in front of a computer's webcam JUST to speak on a subject and upload their video to the internet for the rest of the world to go over. Call me anti-social (GuzzleMuzzle is anti-social??? ), but it just seems to me that an effort geared towards changing things through internet exposure is an effort pretty much thrown on deaf ears...except when you consider just how MANY people support the notion. Chalk it up to me being an old fucker who's still got his head stuck in the 90s, and even MUCH farther back. I'm not a moron. I just control what I ABSORB, hence the heavy air of opination around here.

I don't place my views on any pedestal. If you can't deal with a fallout after public views are expressed then you're better off NOT publicly expressing your views. I say what MOST people can agree with, the people in dissent likely being the SUBJECTS of what I state. And there is where a person draws the line - not wanting to be told what's what, or not wanting to be called out. I don't care for the feelings I hurt when the person affected lies on the very side of the core problem. Like I said, if being an asshole 'just isn't doing anything for you' then it's time to get off of that bullshit, and consider other options. Don't ever think that in this meme-overloaded world we live in now that you can just get away with being a total douchebag towards the people who aren't ABOUT to tolerate your piss poor form, because even after you've so much as stated something that was merely opinionated or even just a simple word of notice concerning a matter, someone is going to read it, and everyone is going to take note of HOW you post. Operating behind a computer isn't as clandestine as you'd LIKE it to be, so either check your asshattery at the door, or spend your time convening with those who's perspectives are as low-note as your own, because some of us prefer that 'shit' should STAY to its own. "Run your game" (slang) down on someone who won't 'CHECK' you after you've already 'WRECKED' yourself.



The rest is normal communication with everyone who's head rests on their SHOULDERS, and not within the deepest reaches of their RECTUMS...

I value every bit of feedback that I recieve. And if you critiqued me, I'd value THAT even more...



There will always be the person who wonders why someone even cares about what other people think of them, or what other people think in general. Doing art for yourself is never wrong, and only makes your art even better. But it doesn't hurt to look back and show appreciation for the people who comment you on it. Even some of FA's "badass" artists appreciate positive feedback. And, though unknown, some artists who rarely comment back appreciate it too. I think it's safe to say that we were all once kids (I'm talking to you 13 year olds too. ), and we always loved it whenever we did something "cool" that someone else noticed. Being on the internet puts some people on guard too deeply. I know it does it to me...

Feedback and commentary count. And yes, "loving what you do" will always be the greatest joy. But some of us feel a deep need for reassurance. And for all you halftards and asshats out there, reassurance and an "ass pat" AREN'T the same thing. But you don't care, so enjoy the bewildering throes of your low-note bias, assholes...

I write. And if you've observed my style any, you'd know that I love to paint imagery more than anything. Appreciation for an image comes easily. But for writing, everything takes time. What does it look like when two large, form-altering "lesser angels" convene with each other? Here's what I saw... (colorless version for easy reading): http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7758263/

If I had the coordination (because I DO have the patience...), I would draw. And what would I draw? Well, the colloquial presentations of the fighting game franchise known as "The King of Fighters" has always piqued my interest... http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3686939/



Just letting you all know that I appreciate whenever you come around and comment. I get lonely a bit easily, and I always appreciate the time you give up to offer a word.

Also, I do realize that MOST people are by far more busy in life than me. It's understandable that I would get several views but little communication within any timespan. People are busy, and slogging through my material can be a real chore... >.>;;;

A special 'program' for certain people (people most easily susceptible to spiritual influence) with 'spiritual consequences' for simply...............existing...



If the blue dragon visits you, you are destroyed. His authority only lasts over you for about four days - not certain (probably a bold faced lie, most assuredly told to you and everyone else.).

'Spiritual things' happen here on a normal basis. The 'patients' are all predated by spirits in one way or another. Or empowered by the spirits. Or, they just wield the power of the spirits in ways that only serve to torture them, or bring them their eventual doom.

We're 'attended to' every day. Sometimes we're shown special displays by way of an outdated technological projection device (clear paper on a device's glass, its contents displayed on a board or wall via lighting.).

And we're put to bed, like children. All of us patients sleep in the same room, all either in beds of our own (made manifest for whomever by some spirit...?), or at the 'desks' we sit at to try and learn. That, or our 'seats' were ultimately designed to be comforting, allowing us to recline.

My only thought is to escape the blue dragon. If I can resist - or evade - him then I may have a chance to be free. But he'll hunt me down if I run away, and attempt to take my soul away.

In the first dream, he chased me and my brother when we left the program (by car). Whether we ultimately got away or were soul-reaved, I don't know. I just don't recall a horrible ending...

Being in that spirit-ridden place was like being in confinement, where you are punished by a blue dragon that comes for you and steals your soul away by supposedly 'destroying' you in a way where you can yet still walk around and interact.

The 'destroying' punishment was headed by a discipline system. If you had ever been 'destroyed' before a certain number of times, the event of the dragon relinquishing its 'authority' over you was rendered VOID, and you were HIS, forever. Therefore, it would be in your best interests to never BECOME 'destroyed' by the dragon...



...except there were no guidelines pertaining to WHY the dragon would even CHOOSE to 'destroy' someone in the first place...



So in the end, to be a part of this program was to be a part of a cult, where you meet your eventual end through a horrific ritual of actually ACTIVE divine influence, imposed upon you by a cruel, malevolent dragon spirit.



The rest of the dream consists of whatever you may find IMPERATIVE to do in order to escspe the dragon's clutches, if even possible...

---

This is a dream that I have had twice now. I don't recall the last time I had it, but I recognize the dream.

Also, I gave it a title and deemed it "unfinished" because it's aesthetically consistent enough to warrent its own story.



A frightening dream portending the damnation of poor, hopelessly afflicted people (and creatures) through an occultic ritual.



And good morning.



I think I want to play "Lumines Supernova" now, just to enjoy MORE aesthetics, all of which are particularly of a nore positive presentation, by nature... >.>

Chef Repeatedly Wipes Mitt Romney's Face at Florida Fish Restaurant





Priceless...

No names, no names...



Somebody draws a goat character, then gets attacked by some kid who accuses them of being unoriginal and "stealing his rights to the species" because...



B...b-because...



...Because goats...are......an...original species......copyrighted...............to him...







If I've never had a reason to want to stop posting fail drama in FA journals, I have one now... =_=



Now it's time to answer all the questions that I always ask!



People come here...because they like the writing. Or because they just like the style. Or because they like me...

And naturally, there'll be those who only come for amusement's sake, because something here humor's them. And that shouldn't bother me because I'm in the habit of parading myself, so people can laugh.

And many of those people are just laughing WITH me...

Also, even though age is irrelevant, most people know that I'm just a mature adult who loves to write and create and chat. And compliment, and commend. And share the simplest of my thoughts.

Now I'm sitting here thinking, "Why do I deprive myself of enjoyment so much again?"

I can chill the fuck out EVERY DAY. All things considered, my life is simple, and my free time is tremendous. Why am I not partying like it's the 70s, 80s, 90s, and the 2000's EVERY SINGLE DAY?

I eat like......a liger. And I'm in good health, sans my weight (I'm really just a stocky chub. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7921541/ ). And, though mostly pirated, I own over 16,500 videogames.



GUZZLE!



*Y U NO face*



Y U NO MAKE WITH THE HAPPY?!







There......are much worse things that could be going on in my life right now. But they aren't.

I eat like a king every day. I have the time to SLEEP like a king every day. And I have enough videogames to start a house party...

I'm going to stop worrying so much, from now on. I'm going to realize that most of my watchers are worried about me more than in judgement of me. And I'm going to take pride in the fact that many, many people honestly believe that I am a great artist...

But no arrogance. I'm not, to quote something from the above drama, "a special snowflake." You want my honest opinion?



I believe that  winteranswer,  tonin, and  bakoikaporamee are a hundred times better at writing than me...



Sorry everybody. Sorry for these endless loopholes of self-depreciation.



I haven't taken a moment to realize what's truly going on here in over a year and a half...

I was in a large place with a wide open space (something like a warehouse), and it was always either very dark (with very tiny lights) or brightly lit up (but poorly).

There was an instance where a large wildcat tried to nom my face off! I was lying down, and it snuck up from behind me and stood over my head, and slowly tried to open its mouth over my face! @_@ It wasn't a lion or tiger. More like a cougar.

The dream was kind of sad though. There were many wildcats in it, but they all tried to chase me (and someone else) down. And other people who were there were shooting the wildcats! They always attacked us, and we fought back.

It was a surreal dream. Loud screeching from smaller wildcats, and very fast movement.

But it was weird, like a game with lots of motion blur.

Make the art.

Go crazy with it.

Write whatever comes to mind.

Never look back.



And since "caring about what people think" is a no-no, shun all critique.

You never know what you want, yet you expect me to know what I want.



Lost a watcher recently. And in a few more months, maybe I'll have 0 watchers?

Yeah, I care about what I do here. And apparently, so do 700+ of you yet most of you never even comment me.



I'm tired of playing the "honor and respect" game. You unwatch me because:



- You think I'm lame

- I don't make what you like

- BECAUSE I DON'T BLOW EVERYTHING OUT OF PROPORTION INTO A "DERPOCALYPSE..."



That "truth" journal with the 136 comments was right. Showing signs of what I enjoy - like you never do it yourself - is a surefire ticket to friendlessness, simply because everyone plays the "Holier than thou" game.



"Everybody is better than the guy who enjoys himself too much." Fucking 'male presence assertion' bullshit...



It's the same story everywhere. "Entertain, or get off the stage."

You know why you're here, I know why you're here, and I know what it is that I do that BRINGS you here.



If you have something to say to me then just say it. But of course, being silent and only ever "coming out in private chats" is how everyone rolls now...

Funny how I lost a good friend like that. He only ever came around to troll my journals and talk to me like a step child, and yet baws about being 'disrespected' by everyone...



Same story as always. "Everybody else's shit stinks worse than your own," and etc., on into infinite stupidity...

700 to 800 to 900 of you read my work. Care telling me why? Of course you don't. But I know why...





The whole fucking world is inward as hell anymore...





And maybe I need to do what's theraputic, and follow suit. I have too much to do in my free time already, so where's the harm?

What I mean is, it's scary that this is even happening to begin with.

I'm not up to date on the state of affairs at all, if you couldn't tell that from my posting habits...

Some older folks everywhere are subjugating the utter fuck out of their kids, to the point where people complain about "being shielded from reality..."

It just lets me know that I am FAR from being "a part of a minority." Kids everywhere are being forced to try and assume a 'mechanical' like existance by domineering parents, and not always because of religion. Maybe just because a parent is very militant, or just harsh with their sense of morality?

It's hard for anyone to judge someone else as being "delusional" or "insane" considering that so many people are going through all sorts of hell in the current age. Even independant people experience their fair share of troubles dealing with illogical people who stand in the way of them and a better education.

TONS of people blame religion. And several others blame other sources, being that they're more weathered and further along in life than many others. But everybody's witnessing something ridiculous, whether they're directly affected or not.

People like me baw about controlling parents, while others complain about being "fucked by the government." Granted, we've all got our own burdens to carry and our own responsibilities to uphold, but we're all pretty much caught up in the same mess. And the majority will favor someone who succeeds at entertaining them more than someone else. Everything's superficial, with more people being in favor of entertainment these days than ever before.

And everyone jumps on the internet to either make a name for themselves, or vent their frustration out. And everybody's arguing. About everything. And all the "normal people" are on Facebook, posting their entire lives up for everyone else to see, lol...

I'm not against the notion of humanism. But the very fact that it has become so prevalent is scary in itself.

I always feel like the lowest piece of shit whenever I complain about my problems. And, most likely, that sort of thing gives some other people a chuckle (or a hard-on??? ). And others will judge, and even more others will facepalm. And then they'll experience their own personal hells. Karma loves no one...

I may be someone who lives in a particularly fortunate position in life, but I'm no shit troll who looks down on others. If the ship is sinking, what's the point in making fun of the other guy's mother?



Glad to know I'm not alone...

I dreamed that it was my birthday. I was on a work site, and someone handed me a small, brown plastic grocery bag. In it was a game and some money. It looked like a PS2 game, and was called "NamcoMuseum." Then I told the [black] guy who gave it to me that I already had that game. But then I looked on its back cover. I saw that the compilation included Namco games that I was familiar with. But it also included a game that I wasn't familiar with, that was displayed at the top of the back cover. It looked to be something similar to Donkey Kong, yet the "flooring" that Mario walks on was a flat yellow, the barrels that Donkey Kong throws were a flat blue, and the badguy that was supposed to be Donkey Kong was a flat blue as well. It looked much like a Commodore 64 game.

The guy who handed it to me chuckled when I told him that I already owned that game. And he departed shortly. It was the end of the day, and I started to leave as well. Then I checked how much money he gave me. He gave me 1,500 dollars! But the weird thing was, it was a single dollar bill that was worth 15 hundred dollars, lol. And for some reason, it was...Canadian? And the dollar was ripped in half!

I took that money to some kind of booth, where I could supposedly trade it in for american money. I sat down somewhere, waiting in some line. And eventually, a white guy came through a door to my left. He handed me a black handheld device, and then simply said "...Turn it up loud, man. 1 db."



...............



The first thoughts I had about the money were giddy thoughts. "Hey, I can go buy a whole bunch of stuff with this!" And the thought I had about the handheld device was "Wow. This is probably gonna be cool!"

There was a lesson to be learned from this dream. And there were a few symbolic things in it.

The unorthodox "NamcoMuseum" game would represent something I chose to do these past two days, which was load up my "MAME" emulator, and play "Galaga." The dream alluded to old Namco games because I've played Galaga most recently.

The handheld was like an allusion to something I greatly enjoyed just last night. I was playing my PSP, playing lots of Dissidia 012 (but didn't go through with playing the "Labyrinth Mode" because I was tired.). I was having good fun, playing it on my TV screen via a component AV cable.

And the money in the dream would signify very, very much of what I already have. The thought that followed in the dream after I looked at the money was to "buy more stuff." But why spend 15 hundred dollars buying several MORE things when you already have SO MANY already?

And the "Loudness at 1 db" thing was a troll... .-.



So yeah, I had a meaningful dream that saw fit to troll me in the end... =_=



I've washed the dishes for this morning, and now I want to enjoy setting up all of my characters for Dissidia 012's "Labyrinth Mode" on my PSP.



I guess God is trying to tell me "You want more than Dissidia when you're not even content with Donkey Kong!" And Donkey Kong isn't even Namco, lol...

One infintestimal inspiration for the poem I wrote out called (link) Betwixt The Cloven Lips Of Greed was the event of a former friend of mine noting one of my other friends and telling him that he and I are, to quote, "a bunch of tools."

It was, again, an infintestimal inspiration for the first verse of the second stanza, that goes like:



Tools and whores that doth concede.



It was both aesthetically proper and incidental to include the word "tools" in the poem given that Kristina is railing insults against corrupt politicians. I wrote out another conceptual piece concerning her hatred for corrupt politics in a journal posted --> HERE, <-- though some of you probably never knew that since you always flock to my porn first. It's one of those "dialogue only" ones, and she's talking to Chanda. Y'know, the character you wouldn't mind me commissioning someone to draw outrageously pornographic drawings of? Yeah.



Inb4 "NO POLITICS ON FUR AFFINITY..."



Another slice of shit I noticed when dealing with this former friend is a certain phrase he said to me during a Skype chat, which went like:



████████ ████: I know you're smart...



And considering the clusterfuck I was putting up with during that moment, I take that mentioning as a pure insult, because if there is even so much as the PRESENCE of such a belief in the other party's mind to begin with then there wouldn't be a need to utter shit like that from jump. Don't talk down to me like I'm your goddamn dog, motherfucker, because I am NOT the one...



http://www.urbandictionary.com/defi.....?term=halftard



http://www.urbandictionary.com/defi.....term=douchebag (WOW, THIRTY-THREE PAGES OF SHIT...)



As you were.

The entire world is in a state of disarray, and regardless of that fact, people still feel it proper; even justifiable, to spend their time looking down on others or actively seeking to disrupt other people's lives or activities, mostly just through the internet, where no real, lasting harm is done (mainly because they treat the world itself like a videogame due to internet anonymity.).

Be it actuality or nothing but sheer myth (or just delusion), christianity's proverbial "Last Days" are upon us all, and the state of affairs, globally, have become a mess of frightening matters, which is kinda the case when you can successfully google questions like "Why don't kids play outside anymore?"

There's the rich people with time and money (The End.), the wealthy people...with time and money (The End.), everyone in the working class who are either well off or in need moreso than others of the working class, and then there's me and you, secured wherever we reside more so or less so......with time. And mottled in between are all the people who've decided to press their creative efforts forward (YouTube.), on down to the people who simply enjoy what others spend very much of their time creating and/or bringing to mention, on down to the bottomfeeders who subsist on the misery of others, the vast majority of whom convene wherever tolerance of their wanton intolerance...is tolerated, if not simply given free reign out of consideration that if an asshat means to propagate his asshattery then he (or she) might as well be entitled to a source where he can press his venting outlet along with all the other artful folk who DON'T mean to disrupt the peace, sans any effort that can be attributed to the douche as being a direct and intolerable offence railed against someone, only when that someone hasn't ALSO submitted themself to such lows (which would void any complaint about him). If we're all gonna "go out in a blaze of glory" then I guess some have the right to go out like the essential bawwing children/manchildren they are beneath all the "trollface banner" waving and RUSHED "stick figure comic" compiling...............lol.



Excessive free time and callouts. "School playground brawling" replaced with......IP hacking? Lol...



And with the time I have, I've recently decided to spend more of it having fun through chats and copius gaming rather than 50 FA JOURNAL POSTS A DAY, as you may have noticed... XD

Been playing more of Dissidia 012 lately, yet want to get into Skyrim (out of "open-ended sandbox RPG" love) and more into Dark Souls (because almost everything about it's polish and style brings Vagrant Story to mind... ) as well. Whenever they finally chug out that "Prepare to Die" Edition DLC for the PS3 version, I'll be throwing money at them. And if Beth-soft finds it within them to hold out on "The Elder Scrolls Online" for a long enough grip to pump out some more Skyrim expansions, I'll be swallowing a good helping of THEIR 'cum' as well, lol.

Expect some hilariously (naturally) epic Dissidia 012 YouTube video journal postings of battles between me (as "The Emperor") and ExDeath in the near future. To me, it's funny as hell when you get those two in a heated battle together, and I just generally want to share my Dissidia gaming experiences with the rest of you. I know that some of my watchers are lovers of the Final Fantasy franchise more or less... ().



Long-winded dissertations and "fun in the basement" until all this "Presidential Election" hoo-hah and the 12/21/12 Mayan Calendar "End of the World" scare dies down...



Currently enjoying Dissidia 012's robust "Labyrinth Mode," and am mildly giddy about exploring its "000: Confessions of the Creator" "Hero X Villain teamup" storyline...

1) Why the condescending tone?

2) Why the religion bashing?

3) Why vore?



Why the condescending tone?

Partly, because I'm wracked with confusion. I've been through a handful of things in my life, most of which have just been incessant family troubles. In actuality (and if you can tell by any stretch), I've always been conditioned to enjoy life more than dwell on worrisome things. But therein lies a problem.

I'm one of those kinds of people who was always raised through things bought for me. Early on, it was like this, but on a bit of a grander scale (it involved more travel). My family has been to several places (not very far from Ohio though), and my parents usually paid my way for school trips and special outings elsewhere. And being the lover of technological progress that my dad has always been, there was always something to do at home, be it play on his old Commodore 64 computer (late 70s/early 80s), or play around with electronic toys and ancient, now obscure handheld games. And on top of that, my family has never really "gone without" as far as provisions are concerned. There was always somewhere to be, something to do, and something to eat. I was spoiled rotten from birth, with access to a multitude of things [at home] that most kids would absolutely have loved to have had early on. And when you consider all of this, it makes the condescension seem pretty illogical and off-base. But on top of having so much at my fingertips at a young age, there was always something wrong in the background of everything, which may be understandable when you consider that so much money is going towards things of enjoyment rather than things of personal advancement.

I grew up both seeing and hearing some pretty fucked up, horrible things, the brunt of which consisted of incessant family drama. I've seen members of my immediate family nearly kill each other in heated arguements, which always ended on horridly sour notes. None of the problems I've ever witnessed - or ever been an active part of - were ever handled in a mature fashion, which only caused matters to worsen over the years. It's been the source of much embarrassment and shame for as far back as I can remember. And what made it even worse was how, as far as my mom has ever been concerned, christianity played a part in it all.

To summarize this answer, I've always been wrapped up in a multitude of things that at first seem pretty awesome, that make me seem like a really lucky person to have even had such a childhood. But what I've always loved was always mottled with what has always struck terror in me growing up, and as the years progressed, the unstability of it all eventually included me, whereas in the distant past this was not the case. I've always had exactly everything I've ever wanted, possession-wise. But I haven't exactly always had everything I've needed. And in many select cases, I made the conscious decision to avoid certain potentially harmful things in life on my own, like chemical dependency and, quote/unquote, "wild living." The vast majority of you who look down on and laugh at people like me haven't experienced anything of note that I feel particularly 'downtrodden' about for having 'missed out' on. But I still like your art anyway, so keep on drawing wanton smut, lol...



Why the religion bashing?

Unlike many people who live in other states, I was never a part of a massively bigoted or otherwise prejudice church body. The protestant church I was raised in throughout most of my life has never been a place of extremism, where pastors and other church leaders try to win people over to their way of thinking through wholly inane personal agendas railed against gays or ethnic groups, or other specific peoples of the world. It's body consists predominantly of caucasians, but it's always been a very accepting place full of open-minded, temperate people.

To relate to several people on this website in just a few words (and I know I will after having said them) I've seen the pros and cons of religious worship, and I'm based towards the side that has both seen and had enough of being 'bible-beaten' to death for a multitude of morbidly skewed reasons. In all actuality, I've always been conditioned to simply praise and love God. I'm not Catholic, and I've never been put through a catholic school. About the only religiously based school I was ever put through was a certain preschool. And if memory serves, I was either taken out of that school and put in a non-religious school, or the school itself has renounced its position as being a religiously based school. I had to be about age 2, 3, or 4 back when this was still prevalent. And how would I remember something that far back? Because my memory and its photographic and audiographic nature is a beast that is not to be fucked with, making it nigh impossible to lie to me about what I've gone through since as far back as when I was still being sung to sleep in a baby crib with only an orange teddy bear and a dusty old storybook about sea monsters to comfort me (and yeah, illustrations of textured, scaley hides were as sexy to me BACK THEN as they are to me NOW... ).



"Nobody talks so constantly about God as those who insist that there is no God."

- Heywood Broun (1888 - 1939)



To me, it's all a matter of avoiding crossfires. I make the occasional bullshit attempt to say something amusing or poorly thought out about religion every so often only to poke fun at something that can be looked at in a multitude of ways by a multitude of people. I grew up surrounded by oodles of videogames, but I also grew up under the "shadow" of christianity. And concerning the earlier mention of my mom, it's been the source of some pretty stupid clusterfuck "scenes" both in the distant past and the more recent past.

While I'd like to attribute its influence to why I have always been drug-free (with the exception of prescription medication), that honor rests more with common fucking sense. Seeing smoke come from a dragon's nostrils is "cool." Seeing smoke come from MY nostrils...would be STUPID, comprende?

I can "talk to enough cars" and "see enough psychadelic illusions" in my sleep, WITHOUT the influence of any "mary jane" or fucking "HENNESSY." :V But keep doing them, because consequently enough, they only make your visual work THAT MUCH more epic, lol...



Why vore?

For psychological reasons, just like everyone here with enough of a HISTORY about themselves to even substantiate such a fetish can (but most likely won't) attest to, excluding all the derpy KIDS who, most recently, have been jumping on the vore bandwagon only out of an honestly innocent affinity for the subject in general add "I WANNA BE A PART OF THE FAD! 8D" logic. Just be sure to remember that Lucifer is a pedophile, and that you're only doing yourself a disservice by choosing to play with It for too long, ha ha...

And the flip side of the topic fascinates me too. The idea of a being that stands at the mercy of a more powerful and capable being, unable to deter their coming fate, be it favorable, or fatal. Over the course of this life that I've lived, which has always been choke full of old and even obscure videogame paraphernalia and other such memorabilia from the early 80s, 90s, and the year 2000 on down to the present day, I've seen my share of what, to my easily amused self, was like "Heaven," and what was a slice of "Hell." Being showered with all that you'd ever want in life (those desires honestly short-sighted in scope) and bludgeoned with everything you'd never wish on yourself or another person can have some dauntingly traumatizing effects on a person, leaving them a mess of discombobulations askewed in a multitude of directions, the brunt of which most physicists would attribute to the individual as clearly evident symptoms of extensive mental instability. But as anyone bolstered at a forefront of creative production knows, the notion of "understanding the actual fuck" can be more liberating than submitting oneself to the hampering (or, in some cases, promoting...) effects of any mass-produced and micromanaged medication designed to 'stabilize' a person unto their own eventual incapacitation. But fuck that noise for now, because I haven't downed my meds for the night just yet, and after three or more days without them I become a hypersexual RAPE MACHINE...





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So yeah, I'm not really as "horrifically creepy" as the FAF faithful deem me, and I don't mind the idea of eating you...



Oh jeez, it's things like this that make the religious right cringe (or pray) at the mere THOUGHT of us vorephiles...

http://coda.s3m.us/



Chiptunes (NSF, SID, etc.), amiga music, Sega Genesis (Mega Drive) stylized music, and more great electronic music!

This has become the biggest reason why I've been so preoccupied lately, lol.

EDIT: I've downloaded ALL of their music!

They love doing electronic music in many older stylized ways, and that is just pure to me! :D



2006 OHC tunes





2007 OHC tunes





2008 OHC tunes





2009 OHC tunes





2010 OHC tunes





2011 OHC tunes

I noticed that this is going on today from a post on the front page a few minutes ago. And I googled for a bit of info on it.



Firstly, I have no problem with this holiday whatsoever...



...because religion as a whole brings these kinds of things on itself, with its various doctrines that incite people against one another, which effectively erodes society more than society's own ignorance already does.

I've been getting more sleep lately, and whenever I wake up and just lie there, or before I go to sleep, I keep having thoughts that pertain to how life was for me when I was about 4 years of age still growing up and learning about things. I have such a high threshold for "looking back towards the past" that it could be seen as a pathetic character trait. Or not, since there is very much nostalgia floating around these days, with the likeness of past paraphernalia revisited time and again. These days people aren't as narrow-minded. Most folks no longer throw phrases like "Videogames will rot your brain!" around, and most folks don't presume so very much about things before looking deeper for the true value in them.

Anymore, I'm just a recluse who teeters on the outskirts of most matters looking further in. The outcry against religion and how it affects people's lives and what it does to the world comes as a huge mindblower to me. People everywhere are taking a stand against religion from all angles, and it's both amazing and frightening to see it going on so very much these days. It's as if religion has overstepped so many boundaries that people from all around the world feel the need to voice their opinions together against it, and all that its various sects profess to be ultimate truth.

I'm not ignorant to WHY people are doing this, because the whys are easy enough for someone like me - who has lived under religious subjugation all his life - to see. People are fed up with religion. People are fed up with what it does to hold back progress and advancement, all to the purpose of "driving the devil out." And we all know how utterly ridiculous that can get, from prohibition of "playing certain videogames" or "watching certain TV shows" to prohibitions concerning how you even fucking look as you walk about in society. It never fails to go deeper, and it always scars in the places in someone's life that utterly disrupt both their sanctity and the peace that comes with taking most things in life with a grain of salt instead of as gospel. I mean damn, where is the fucking harm in someone who particularly loves to play "Devil May Cry 4" or "God of War 3?" And a parent will bar their kids - REGARDLESS OF THEIR AGE - from playing such videogames on account of the fact that they don't like the themes in those games. Big whoop, as if reading about people from thousands of years ago chopping birds in half, slaughtering ridiculous ammounts of bulls, and ripping the horns off of the heads of goats to "please their God" (who apparently thinks the smell of burning flesh is a "pleasing aroma..." >_<) is any less sadistic and brutal... :V

It's easy to understand why there is a massive outcry against religion. and it's even easier to understand why there is a massive effort to promote humanism going on most recently. And that's just crazy as fuck to me, that matters in the world have gotten so bad that people feel the need to try and REVIVE the notion of being human! It's like many people have forsaken the sanctity of certain things to the point where people are trying to reinstate the very fact that we ARE human! O_O

I honestly don't have very much to say on this whole "International Blasphemy Day" thing to begin with. I'm about as backwater as they come, so you can't expect any sort of revelations from me on the subject.

All I know is, I want to revive the joys of the past days of my youth, and experience new ones in my current age. I want to find peace after this massive shitstorm of christianity that overshadows my entire life passes over. And I want to continue to compose creative writings, and meet new people through them.



This is something I wrote on a Skype update a few days ago:

"I want to sink beneath a mountain of past era paraphernalia."



If people are going to continue to make the future so horrible, I want to bask in the glory of what made the days of the past so great...

In the canon of Parasympathy, I don't use the term "dragonborn" in reference to anything related to TESV Skyrim. It just means that someone is the offspring of one creature and a dragon.

This dream centered around four characters: Chanda, her towering, nameless dragonborn werewolf love interest, Shane (Sheryl's nephilim father), and a mysterious, unnamed nephilim archer. The dream mainly focused on Chanda and the dragonborn werewolf, with the interactions between Shane and the nephilim archer usually being in reference to how inadequate they felt being in the presence of the other two.

Chanda is a "dragonborn nephar" - a massive, husky (as in "her bodily build" and not the canine) feline/dragon hybrid who stands at over 12 feet in height. The "dragonborn" breeds generally possess the ability to shift into a moreso feral "were-form" of themselves, which can grow up to three times larger (they can still choose to stand up straight on their hindlegs in this form, but it's more accommodating of a feral stance, unlike their anthro forms.). The females are generally larger than the males. Also, this species is most commonly present in Nigel's reality of Parasympathy - the "Waring Angels" reality.

The dream was all about Chanda and the werewolf fighting against a powerful opposition of some sort. And it was also about them getting more aquainted with one another. There was a moment where Chanda spent some 'alone time' with the massive werewolf, sucking his thick, juicy canine member off to full erection. He came at a certain point, though not down her throat (Chanda isn't nearly as much of a cumguzzler as Angel is.). Shane and the other nephil were there mostly as comic relief.



It was a beautiful dream. Watching Chanda and that draconic werewolf in motion was just lovely...



I won't be writing a story on it though. The most I remember is the characters moving around and fighting and talking to one another, but I don't remember much of the details outside of how the archer would mention Chanda and the werewolf to Shane in comical ways. x3

Title is subject to change.



This will be a M/F fetishized story narrated from a 2nd-Person perspective, which will be based on a "half-aware dream" that I had this morning. It will feature a human man and a very large, mostrously implying female reptile. So far, nothing NSFW has been added yet, since what currently exists expounds more on the backdrop of the story than an encounter.

I started writing this just earlier. Also, I intend to finish it very soon. But I'm tired right now, and need my rest (I spent all night playing Puzzle Quest 2 and Dissidia 012. XD).

Possible suggestions for the nature of the interaction between the human and the reptile have been included, just for the sake of keeping a memo.



Enjoy!

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The idea, he had. But his execution of the concept was still in its experimental stages. Every last possible moment during its presentation was ruminated over, and repeatedly. Nothing was set in stone. But all the details were plain, and easy to understand, at least for him. He had only to impliment. But the spirits that predated his soul directed his concern elsewhere. Everything all around was so very dark; so very dim, with only the low leveled light of adjacent rooms present, which gave off reflections on the marble floor that were rather humbling. The ceiling was far above, unvisible at first glance just beyond the upper curves in the surrounding architechture. It could not be seen, even though it seemed that a reflection should give away where it was to be located. The corridors were very dark, and largely uninhabited, but they were reminiscent of the likeness of the interior design of a mansion present on a massive estate, their walls a comforting enclosure being that the place was thouroughly furnished. It was simply a joy to be here, as well as a privledge - somewhere where the imagination may run wild.

However, his mind was not at rest within these walls. Ever busy trying to perfect that creative idea, the repeating event of contemplating the idea had become both a source of frustration, and even unease. For who he was, and for what the idea entailed, to remain in such deep thought about it was as theraputic as it was damaging. His vision entailed something of a very brief presentation fraught with spontaneous occurances throughout. In the beginning, the idea's breadth was very brief; simple. Iconic. It would be both eye-catching and ear opening, leaving those who beheld it in much suspense. But then there was the consideration to both lengthen and shorten its duration, for marketing purposes. To allow abrupt graphics to steal the show, or to prolong the presentation to allow for more questions to rise? He had his credentials about him concerning this, and had not lost sight of a single detail in the presentation's possible methods of execution. The idea was meant to frighten; meant to confound. And for what the entailments of its most prominent moments were - they being the main topics of interest - he was proud of his idea, if also blindly ambitious concerning it. "This thing will raise more eyebrows than questions!" he supposed, as he continued to mull over the concept in its entirity.

The idea in itself was something of a mixed jumble of things, none of which was any sort of explainable prelude for what was to follow shortly thereafter. The idea in its entirity was basically a crudely presented intermezzo wholly devoid of a larger spectacle to play a part in. There was to be a low-pitched, growly voice led on by a rather primitive yet rhythemic drum solo, which would allude to the most immediate thing of mention, only to conclude on a vague, incomprehensible note. It was in this that the idea was highly versatile, allowing for its possible inclusion in a multitude of things. What it would draw greater attention to, however, was still unclear, as only the nature of its progression was considered. But being that, for how complex yet simple that it was, it had great potential, the aspiring creator saw fit to suspend the matter, turning his thoughts elsewhere.

The darkness of his surroundings was comforting to him; serene, even. The few people present here weren't much of a bother, as they all kept to themselves well enough. Knowing that he wasn't alone was reassuring; that, because for what it was that permeated the depths of his imagination, the company of others was more than welcome. The man was somewhat of an unorthodox anthropologist, in that the main areas of his interest concerned the likelihood of beings that had either existed at some point long ago, or were merely figments of his imagination wistfully considered. As he made his way along through the corridors, ever imaginative of mind, his thoughts often rested on such beings - a thing mildly disorienting to him. He was a realist, for certain, prone to imagine what common men would not give much thought to. And as per the 'theraputic value' of his concerns, he was often troubled by his very own mind. To conceptualize something small and expound upon its potential was merely a passive joy for one such as he. But whenever his mind was not steadfast at work developing anything, it was even more busy imagining what very well could be. That imaginative depth, a thing which tore his frail mind in a multitude of directions, many of which bore down on his tenacity, leaving him a mess of worry and unwarrented panic. What was there to worry about; to fear? The walls of marble did only so much to comfort him during his brief moments of self-induced terror, for there was still a matter that never failed to grip his soul and pull him down, the subsequent loss of willpower not so very simple a thing. To an extent, he would actually enjoy these brief moments of distress, the reasons for which remained a passive thing of interest, even delight, in his mind. The dark environ was a sure influence for the thoughts that would come to him, keeping his mind thinking, but also his body, longing. Enjoyment of the likenesses of things beyond reality was a thing of his mind that he was always deeply infatuated with, the possibilities within such considerations limitless in his mind. But perhaps it was this issue of overthinking matters that served as somewhat of a conduit for otherworldly forces beyond his comprehension to tamper with his perception. Entities of the divine, perhaps merely passing delusions of his brooding mind? Regardless, he was a one susceptible to wanton maladies, the presence of which never failed to throw his mind into utter disarray.

He was indeed one whom the spirits predated, his mind rife with all manner of dissonant thoughts. Upon taking a moment to rest, he entered a room designed for rest and relaxation, which was laden with comfortable, well cushioned furniture, a nearby settee (couch)



[stopping point]

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Note: At this point in the story, I will convey that a massive reptilian monster spirit comes upon the man, which materializes somehow and relaxes with him. The story may or may not become mature at this point. But I honestly just want to convey a moment of safe touching, along with the nature of the reptilian's throaty, hurring voice, and the texture of her massive body, which the man finds to be very lovely; very delicious. Here, I want to convey things like her raw physical power, and the internal workings of her body, such as blood flow, and the deep sounds she produces that seduce the man as he lies down to rest with her - and maybe even fuck her or play with her vagina. Also, I may imply that she lavishes his genitals with her long, large, thick reptilian tongue, or that her tongue is serpentine, and may swirl and coil around his penis. I may also imply that she toys with him concerning the inner of her maw, and even her large throat, allowing him the full pleasures of her body; maybe even that she takes him into her jaws to slather him with her tongue? (For love of the nature of  rayverak's (link) Raptor Sit-In animation. <333). During this time, the sounds of her inner body would be much more prominent. I would want to convey the nature of her breathing, which would wash over his body...

3:49PM EDIT: Verily imply that around the time that he had become most aware of the reptile's presence, it began to advance upon him quickly, often trying to extend and ravel its tongue around his limbs, as though it intended to chew him apart. Imply that this terrifies the man yet, though aggressively done, the reptile does this with a considerable level of restraint, honestly not intending to harm the man so much as explore his body fully...



Again, no indentations in the journal format for some reason...

Maybe because I didn't feel like it? >:/

OR...



Maybe because he COULDN'T?

Also add, my gloating about BOTH of these videos is UNWARRENTED because in the first video his level, difficulty, and equipment strength settings were the LOWEST, and in the second video I LITERALLY got raped by him over 100 TIMES, getting more butthurt with each loss before I finally tried hard enough to beat him...

Also, if you've pretty much got great pacing in fighting games in general then Dissidia 012 Final Fantasy is honestly a cakewalk in comparison to games like "Blazblue" and "The King of Fighters," which require TONS more precision.

"Porn" is the title of the journal, because anything that would go farther than that subject wouldn't matter...

You can even ask me why I'm more insane than THE PEOPLE WHO NEVER STOP DRAWING PORN~

I saw a sky that didn't make any sense back around the year 2000.



Before it became abnormal, it was just an ordinary blue (dark blue?) sky. It was late in the evening, and I was pushing shopping carts at my first part time job.



The sky gradually became unnaturally dark. There was pitch blackness in every direction, except towards where I was facing, where a the color red slowly bled across the sky in a horizontal direction.



And if you looked up above you towards the sky, the clouds were gone, and were replaced with what looked like a gathering of poisonously green, slowly frothing bubbles.



The streak of red was like blood pouring out of a deep wound. It melted its way downward as it was painted towards my left.



I wasn't the only person who witnessed this, as someone else responded to me about it. But I seemed to be the only one highly concerned with the fact that it had happened at all.



Eventually, my parents drove up to the front of the store, and picked me up. We went home, but I wanted to get something from Burger King first, which was just in front of the store I worked at.



We went through the drive-through, and in the car in front of us, someone was watching porno on a small monitor.



I got my food, and we made our way home.



The sky was still filled with those horrible colors during the whole trip home, even when we pulled up to the front door.



The unexplainable coloring of the sky eventually faded back to a normal, dark blue, and everything looked normal again.



I don't remember exactly what day this occured on, but it happened either around the end of the year 1999, or the year 2000.



I was in poor mental health at the time, newly prescribed anti-depressants and anti-psychotics.

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There is more going on around us than we will ever know...