Send 1 dollar and 37 cents and a self addressed stamped envelope and two strands of your own hair. Your instructional material will be sent forthwith. If you wish to recieve our semiregualr news letter tract tell us why you want it and how you deserve it in one thuosand words or less with a minimum of two illustrations. ILLUSTRATIONS MUST RELATE TO ESSAY!! Any and all materal may be posted publicly. Donations are greedily accaepted. Particularly action figures old or new  brolen or even in peiecesse. These will be used to further construction of the physical vessels of our id demons. Thus in our deaths wll lie our immediate victory. Then shall no thing dare harm us. A naked armour that can not be peirced. Send to Secret Lair 315 A Fairway Ave Charlottesville virginia 22902. ====================================================== ====================================================== The Infinite Self-fulfillment Movement I think I have a dream. From time to time I'll let there be desires. Sometimes I am important too. The power goes out and I am home alone. So alone. Almost always alone. But I had myself within the light. And if towards the light I should have gazed, I'll have only seen the light. Oh, that glorious blinding light. "Do not stare into the light for too long," they'd say, "it's bad for your vision, you might go blind." The darkness unmasks the truth. The truth: I am alone. I am alone outside myself. Where can I hide now? What happens if I begin to look within myself? There's someone, somewhere, who has once laughed while vomiting. With every chuckle the vomit moves up and down, up and down within the throat. "I could choke on my own vomit. I could die from this?!?" From this! From this I could die. My friends, my friends would cry at my funeral. That is, if I ever had any friends. Because I am alone again. I can't help but laugh at that. "Silly friends!" It's more than funny, and with that I vomit more, and I laugh more. My death is nothing to cry about. I remember the last time I cried. There's someone, somewhere, who cries when he masturbates. That's something to cry about. I'd like to go somewhere, a stranger in a strange land perhaps, and I'd like to ask someone, "Do you have these Cult people following you too?" "What is it with these Cult People nowadays? Do you have problems with the Cult too? Everywhere I go nowadays it seems like someone is coming up to me, calling me 'their Chosen One'. Everywhere I go! It's horrible!" I'd be given a weird look. If I'm the one who's weird, why do I never give weird looks? I'd be sure to giggle on the inside too. I wouldn't really have the Cult follow me. I'm not good enough for the Cult. I'm not special enough for the Cult. I'm not even good enough to have friends. I need only to know myself though. And someday I will go blind, that I'm sure. But for now I will continue my comfortable life of having no one to look up to, and no one looking up to me. Today I am a man. I am a man, and all other men should look up to me. I have accomplished what all other men would strive for. I am living 'The Dream'. Those horny little butt-holes don't know. I'm pretty sure that no one else knows. Maybe those Cult people know, but who knows about those Cult people anyway. I was born quite a while ago. I've lived a long life, and I still haven't any friends. March 3rd, I am a Pisces, for those who ask. If they ask, I will tell, but my 'secret' is secret for me. I was born on the third month of the year. And on the third day of that month. And if that wasn't enough for secret o'l me, I was born on the third hour of the day. And as for the thirty-third minute of the hour, there was me. Seconds, who can count all the seconds of their life so seconds aren't important. What is important is that on that third rock from the sun I was born. The 3rd month & the 3rd day… the 3rd hour & that 3rd rock… and a 3 in the ten's place & a 3 in the one's place for minutes… That's 3 & 3… 3 & 3… 33… Just a few rocks away from the burning sun. From the sun comes light. And one would hope that those are more than just rocks around the sun. How many of them? Nine? As far as moments go, and no one takes care to mark the second, the Earth was found in orbit around the sun. But I am special. On that moment of birth, that very moment, all the planets came into alignment. They jumped through space, space was warped to facilitate their desire to move, and they jumped from where they were in order to come into alignment with each other. The planets did this. And if you were to draw a straight line through all these planets, this line would go through the Earth as well. And on that place where the line intersected the Earth, I was born, during that one brief moment. A second later all the rocks jumped back to where they were before, leaving behind no trace besides myself that they had ever done such a thing. And all was great, no? And people so often let mere seconds pass them by. If a line enters through a sphere at one point, it must exit out through another, the opposite end. That one moment, that special moment, there were two points on the planet in which the line could be found, two points during that moment. A birth on both sides? A birth on both sides? Opposite ends of the planet, could there be opposite individuals? Two who are exactly opposite from one another? A good me and an evil me? It's possible. But for right now I am happy. I am content living life the way I want to live it, and I know that I do not need friends. And I do not need to be part of any Cult. All I need is a time machine. I am happy with who I am, and life is perfect except for the fact that I have no time machine. Time is a tricky thing, and someday I will have a time machine. But what would I do with a time machine? What would you do? I already know about the past, no point in going there. I'd like to go to the future. The distant future. The future is supposed to be a really good place. They'll have better things. They'll have better cars, cars that fly, better relations, better philosophies, better medicines. Better medicines would be really great. I bet that with the medicines of the future, one could do just about anything to theirself. With medicines of the future, genetics, and what not, one could probably even change their sex. Well, I suppose we can do that with today's technology, but with the technology of the future, I bet those operations would be much better. Today I am a man, but tomorrow I will be a woman. A futuristic operation that would be so good, so good, that I bet I could even conceive child. I could become pregnant. But now that I am a woman, what should I do? I am perfectly happy as a woman, and I have a perfectly good time machine on my hands, so I might as well use it. Me, Myself, and I. I've got my time machine, now all I need is a friend or two. Maybe one friend will do. I will use my time machine to travel back through time, back to chill with myself. Cause hey, I lived back then, ya know? I could be my own best friend. Of course I always was a sexy guy, and now that I am a girl I can appreciate that more, what I was, right? I shouldn't want to like myself too much? Even though I've always been a little unconventional, being that I'm always happy despite my lack of friends. But I like myself. I like the guy I was. I like the gal I've become. With my sexy butt on her body. Geez! So, I suppose now that I've "gotten it on" with myself, I really should worry about our child. Sex is so much better when it's with someone you love. And I knew just how to please myself and I knew just how I like it. We were made for each other; we were made of each other. It was just so much fun, being with myself, not worrying about what others worry about. Only conforming to me. I am not sorry that I'll do the things I'll do. Plus being with child means one more friend for me, no? No longer alone. But I can't raise a child in an unsafe environment. I know nothing at all about the future. We should take our child into the past. I know a lot about the past. But my female self has only my own genes to carry on to my child. My male self has only my genes to carry on to my child. I was born when I was born, when I was born. My child will be me. But not where I am to be born. My child is to share my birth date. I cannot help it, even with the time machine, for it has already been done. And not to complicate things further, I'll make sure that only one of me is born to each side of the planet. On one side, the me born from the conventional conception, on the other side the me from more unconventional methods. Maybe, just maybe, I'll replace the me I was with the me I will become, from me, and have the non-me parents raise the me I gave way to, giving way to a more me like me. But all men look up to me. I am cooler than even I can imagine. I am born, I am born, and I am born. And I live my life again, ready to grow up and follow in my own footsteps. Whatever me I can be is from my genes and my genes only, and as me I would like to become whatever sex I am not. I don't mind letting history repeat myself at all. Living life again and again, over and over again. Mating with myself time after time until the end of time, until existence becomes meaningless. But I have meaning. If I didn't have meaning, people wouldn't look up to me, and all men worship the ground I walk on. I am having more sex than any other man on the planet. I am having more sex than all the other males put together. I am having infinite sex. Sex an infinite number of times. Of course in a way I am committing the ultimate form of incest, making love to my parents and my grandparent, my children's children's child. But that is the way of the 'Chosen One', my Cult of the Infinite Self-fulfillment Movement. And so in the end, I am my own best friend, Me, Myself, and I. I am looked up to and admired by very many. Infinite sex, its good sex, and my children's child's children will be living happy, from now until my eternity. I've ensured myself and others a very happy thing.>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<><>>><><> For an in-depth look at the prophecies of Revelation, Mystery Babylon,>Fuggin fantastic!--------------------------------------- MM, we gots bacon:> what with that weird mercy killing in one of the national parks,> the murderer was "a disciple of jack kerouac."Please feel free to e-mail meIt's a legendarily awful flick. So bad it's not evensued for Unlawful Detainer and evicted in 3/96, past violator of Federal and State game laws for abusing wildlife, and remorseless confessed killer of another human being >good.I'll echo this.hank Avaloktasvara. age 20). I'm 22. We were the only people in the theater, as it wasWE smell? Hey boy, we heard you otherwise....that us Americans are "shower happy"!Chiklet>montauk, time travel, philadelphia expirement, mind manipulation, and LOTS "Yodel">Define "cool stuff"........ about 11 at night.Yodie bleated these words: > there we go, now you go see! I just hope the great Gina is appeaseddid i miss sumthin? wha's 'e on abou? G -- iit was a trip, man. That movie freaked me out. I don't see how kids can cope with that kind of insanity. >¥hose guys must have eaten pills and hallucinated like hell to come up with this story.>supposedly Al Bielek, Duncan Cameron and some other guy which i forget his>of other weird stuff. I mean, ppl call me paranoid, and even i got amazed at >If it aint broke, break itZog will fire on the tankers and cause environmental disasters. 21830875@3web.net omerta@casanostra.com fournier@no.spam.com torquemada@inquisition.com morgan@shamrock.com solomon@moloch.com rosenberg@temple.com klarjude@zhid.org sabatini@nozhid.org gaygoyken@gehenna.zhid.org bjarnasson@zhid.org kenoyvaySOB@zhid.org bjarnesson@hootmail.org oyvaykenSOB@zhid.org sbjarnason@heimat.zhid.org sbjarnason@eretz.zhid.org sbjarnasson88@nazikor.zhid.orgy kengoy88@nazikor.zhid.orgy golem88@gehenna.org sbjarnasson@zhid.org bismarck88@antizhid.org KenSicko@zhid.oz.org loong@rakyat.com chiffre@chambre.com koyvay@nazikor.orgy dcohen@chambre.com cohend@kammer.com kaddish@kammer.com kahaneken@nazikor.niz.org kenmaggot@nazikor.niz.org elieK@nazikor.nizkook.org koyvay@nazikor.org mahdi@alahram.net pilsudski@copernic.com copernicus@polskiogurki.org stpeter@roma.org stpaul@roma.org chorney@pocciya.com chornaya@poccia.com sbarnesson88@zhid.fags.org kensicko88@zhid.bs.oz sikorski@warzawa.88.net Who Is William Grosvenor? ------------------------- Member Since: January 02, 96 Gender: Male Age: 56 years Address: Alberta, CANADA Nationality: British Birth Place: UKThe United States Cheese Institute has Profession: International Management Consultant Education: P.mgr., Fic, Fiaa, Cgaits prosthetic device, which we use for satisfy the mind scabies. 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I believe this 316 pageOtherwise, LD IS reality, like *usual* reality,uess@kissmyass.com donfarrell@seanet.com gi@qqybbmfk.orgmy eyes were doing REM activity. nobody@privacy.net ken@glass-stones.com LIBERATOR@gotmail.com lnvnlw@alphatrix.cjb.net ipd7.lgt5@2uwptv.com rcpjwx@alphatrix.cjb.net Sheila145@excite.com vkevkz@alphatrix.cjb.net dig it baby fucker find the signal if you can its buried in here deep as shit from a new babes mouthbrightening of colors, that weird fragmentation into red/green, anda wave of K---oohh-hhoo...bestest >fear and paranoia hit me>loved the trip a little bit of melting/wavelike motion when looking at walls or theuge tracers and trails,black star microdot... lots and lots of audio distortion, and patterns start to form on everyike a sort of spiderweb or fractal pattern appears, and the pattern is generally pretty stable andjumped out at me and became blatant. I found that it would kinda fadeit would shoot forward from my eyes and attach itself to the chairAutechre,,,zip into a silicon future, become a silicon lifeform and'Do youhahahahahahahahahahhaha still call this horse anaesthetic ?!?'... experience that reality.... all of 'em :P )>thats the way you should be lookingWHAT THE FUCK CHUCK????!!!!!!!!!!! at the edges between different surfaces, and doesn't change when I mover whatever. God this is a ramble, but I just want to know if othersStonedBoat surface. N"couldn't they have just called it pervert camp of the analy damned?"Evolution, drugs, religion, science, life, death, technology, space, time, magic, jointcraft: the art of joint-rolling,heck it out my electron brain'sig old foil stamping devicesin france? This is totally weird. I went to buy some shampoo the other day, but when I was at the counter paying for it, this guy starts giving me a weird look. I'm like "what up?" He just looks at the money I gave him, and then at me, and then calls his manager over, and they bothAt about 1000 I decided I was peaking and beginning to cum start giving me dirty looks. I'll feed you fruit that don't exist." Okay, long story short - I'm getting totally weirded out, everyone's>...Last night I took ten HBWR seed staring at me. The guy hands me back one of my dollars, and I look athuuuuuuge tracers, very strong tactile hallucinations, >audio distortions, it.hate authority,of the toes of anyone standing on mine) : tinting the mirror : Where George's picture should be, there was this smiling Disney cartoon duck. Can somebody please tell me what the hell this is all about? Here are 3 important pieces of information: 1) I'm not an idiot, or crazy, or from some weird country. The theme from "the Twilight Zone" doesn't play whenever I enter a room, and there are no voodoo curses on me. 2) The bill was REAL. Everything else was perfect. It was totally normal. I am a big fan of psychedelics and consciousness 3) this is the serial #: I 85255696 G. the doctor that I was a heavy user of psychedelics, which might be causing> DON'T GET ME WRONG. It must be a counterfeit, but why would they put a duck on it? Is that> the menu and scream "Welcome to america!" even a crime? Should I call the police? I mean, it's probably a joke."that's why its illegal" in my ear ummm, But I'm really confused.gonna pour some granola out on the curb 'dont be ridiculous, psychedelics wouldntlovely macrame fringe... give you cancer' "> "homies." Sven peace,> Sweetish? Swedes? Sweederlings? Sweetie Pies? (oh,dear) carpet.This is my lovely wife, I've had her tie dyed,mrs. if ya nasty.),yewverrymush yew, jew? moo screw, blew> a few pills of PCP for the survivors> beer, what does freud order? an umbrella? wrong, dumbshit,> not the word "penetrate" or its cousin "fuck" in it, out it, in it, through it, Shitvia home of the foul mouthed,eggshell wombs in UFOsmimosa hostilis plant> Oh and uh, have your friend rope you into your hammock.I came up with the stoned idea'crime cannot be done to the self... crime consistsofacts done by oneperson to another or their property' > ***ShamaN***lol > O ********* Othe fuk we want or should> > fuk knows > °°°°the thing we all hate cops,> > > ***ShamaN***> > > More than sick...it's criminal and degrading...> > > > nah i dont need to use drugs, i think date-rape ++ (s) mentioning F & L, butPaintings, writing, sound, other crap:...I'm glad this person's friend is blind....stupid and a fuckwit too...preying on sincere seekers...look2000...> "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" somewhere here in Feb.> Overuse and OD...what Net abuse is,> >RFCsomethingoranother >> > QE fucking Dplwase explainHmmm... 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I develop a terrible fear of trees.branches will morph into and out of one another.navajo-like paterns in a dark room, layered over everything.side note: And my body usually feels very mechanical, andI almost always get those.-=clam.yes i am sick thanks for flattering me :)NEED I SAY MORE: RFG = CHILD MOLESTERdumbest person alive, hawking cough syrupDipshit, it's a dissociative annesthetic,you tell meketamine isn'tpsychedelic,iap. bryant .webtv.net>...more like a deleriant and confusant.fascinating MDMA, LSD, mushrooms with psilocybin, 2-CB, mescaline.Jeez o PETES!"Knowyour> drug, know your mind, know your body." DXM (dextromethorphan) used recreationally.100%. They have acid and Pot illegal.GRRRR.not some propaganda shit!>How many grams did you ate ? I ate 85 kg of store-bought powdered nutmeg uh no keep on yes just that keep on just keep on doing it keep on being keep on going keep on everything keep on trucking :::pours glass of juice::: but that's not a current phrase I weigh about 20-25 grams. v>couple will switch from cuddling to fucking like crazed bunnies...haha..i love that>no neurotoxicity at all, >Taking Prozac at the end of your roll,still kinda empty.> Bannanadine is not real, I beleive it was a joke by the wonderful marijuana-only smokers Until you drop the pill, etc. WHERE are you "hearing" from?acid-induced telepathy?>>>the ability to tell if a person is mad,industrial and mechanical, so be careful.> > > gbl, dxm, all the fun things that we like to play with I'd settle for a local source of k,> gbl = gamma butyrolactone, reacts with NaOH for ghb> if you find that k let me know///Dr Benway for GBL.(doesn't jerk you around).Before you buy.Aren't cops funny?"You can't see me but I can you."Oh, holy fuck\\!!!bright neon glow pain-- ---------------Mogwhy?--------------- "Some of the most amazing experiences in life can be found in one's mind"Oh, holy fuck\\!!!I know people who buy 200-300 at a time :0.. a week or two :>> who are they ? not the good stuff, but the bad shit...> Contact The Living Room .He is honest and trustworthy.do all police officers use webtv?> 5-Methoxy-Diisopropyltryptamine HCl US=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The E sensation is sweeping the nationPyramid Arena, Memphis, Tennesee"The Ferarri's took us there"with all the cocks that he sucks,Oh well, children never learn.Sort of like hell.is like, well, WebTV.it is no longer possible to live proudly.""organic cleaners and solvents"stimulate growth hormone production This stuff kicks serious ass. 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Right there. The light. No, no, no, not that junk >> > around the edges, go straight up the middle. Look, you moron, go INTO>THE>> > LIGHT. Jeez, are you insane? Don't go over there, it's an illusion.>ONLY>> > THE LIGHT IS REAL. Go into it. Now. Good. See you later.5 to 1 baby, 1 in 5,no one gets out of here aliveWhat drives you? What's the core of your being? What makes you laugh? What makes you cry? What's the first thing you think of when you wake? What's the last thing you think of before you sleep? What makes you smile? What do youlove? What do you hate? What's your favourite thing in the whole world? What would you die for? What would you live for? What's your secret? What do youscream at the top of your lungs for the whole world to hear? What makes yousing? What makes you dance? What do you dream of at night? > "Show me the way to the next wisskey bar, > Oh, dont ask why,\for if we dont find the next next wiskey bar, I tell you> we must die, we must now say goodbye, weve lost our dear old momma,> yeah> oh show me the way to the next little girl, oh dont ask me why> oh dont aky why> for if we dont find the next little girl, i tell you we must die> we must now say goodbye, we lost our dear old momma, love my girl, comeon,> no one here gets out alive now, you get yours and I'll getmine.gonna make> it if we try,> get together, one more time> the old get old and the young get stronger,> it may take all week and it may take longer,\> they got the the guns, but we got the numbers> gonnawin, yeah, we're takin over> come on> echa manda do wa echawanda we wa he ah ooooo i ki wandi> your ballromm days are over,\night is drawing near> shadows of the evening> crawl across the years> you walk across the floor with a flower in your hand> tryin to tell me no one understands>> tradin your hours for a handful of dimes> gonna make it baby in our prime>>> get together>> one>> more>> time>> eeeaattt teageather oooonnneeee more tiiiiimmme]>> COME ON !>> gettogetherione moretimegettogether>one,moretimegeeeeettttoooogggtherrhehrhonmemoroeaaaaadddaaada> daaayyayayay> come on honey> i'll be there in just a little while> you see i gotto, go out and aaaaa....aa > take off to the mountians> and aaaaaa> love my girl\>> "I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created." 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