mm6 WESTLANDS

What is MM culture? It is a movement to create comic since fall 2015 and never has it ever stopped only gotten better and better and this magazine is to represent that fight!

yemtperbirdwestlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

Westlands is about a series of adventure.

And topics covered within are very special.

To a view of the world that is of a tundra, desert, digital tech and world of digital goods and digital fun times, matched with the landscape and pixel glow covers the landscape, that being the technology in which the people so fort travel on wards.

Into these wood matched areas and dinning halls at a university?

really indie westlands posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 26, 2017

Designing the westlands is something that is still going on and I have to resolve some elements.

But it is seemingly like the solution is not all that simple at all. The westlands of course, won't be that simple. I going to give speeches, hand out merch and peaches and then a punch of art to promote.

If you wonder about the apotogyme, do not worry anymore, that has been shifted and utilized for its original purposes. With that tine coloring not of the past, but not of the present focus easy even. But with that, the next works of art are blasts from the past and the indie scene. Just to set the tone. Covering the 2014 arc of MK MZODERN is like the westlands' main focus and so all them ideas, will be expanded. New collections exclusive are to appear. And new collections separate from westlands. Going to take alot of work and effort but over time, this all will be good, done and well achieved. You will find more about the 2014 arc and the author. And this will all be biggy'sy, 2014 fun! In the 2017 layer. Okay, folks. razzle dazzle. boys and girls, sedd noch, mk mzodern 2017

Bring me the Westlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 26, 2017

Bring me the westlands no shelter for the norn. no road for the torn and no strength that is beyond worn.

I want to be in the westlands were a journey is born, take me to the westlands of a journey for the times of happiness that were casted in doubt, sincerity of hate and depression to an end, and I suspend in the earth and its fucking whim to be so compremible to the world and its supreme dream seeming to hate everyone. For just being different.

In the westlands, the world is the world and the people are not the world and do not wish to be so, in a time of triumph and despair is where we find ourselves so pleasantly to rebound to a time of 2014 neo color and church color sound.

To which the dreams abound.

Bring me the westlands.

were the dreams are abound were the river is white and the ocean is sound and Bring me the westlands, were the dreams are abound. and the river white, and the garden black.

Of noir night and white right.

Bring me the westlands, colorful in the day, different texture of the mind and land I say they collide when the westlands are brought to the sea, were you can meet me.

Pleasantly.

Soundly in the westlands of all times. modern.

2014. mkmzodern. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 24, 2017

Following article explains the circumstances around MK MZODERN in the 2014 era and what it was to do at first but that got interrupted and was forced to move out in the different unknown.

When writing the MK MZODERN blog, in 2014. I tried to push the grand experiment of that time further, I still cannot tell you what the experiment is, but you will have to read that entry when it comes out.

The main factor of the 2014 arc was that it was of educational means. To repeat and replicate the entire purpose of school. But for the reason of the time, I was plagued with some type of sickness, that which I cannot explain but people have taken advantage of for the most silliest of reasons. They have fun, poking fun at me, fun doing these cruel deeds against me. At that time, only one instance I noticed in which I was actually made sick seemingly by the very atmosphere, I was around and no one was within.

That place, and there I thought I was exerting myself. Myself to the extremes of which are highly out of bounds, but I was not, I was simply taking a break from being in my room, watching this Huffington Post livestream and I felt these tremors on me. Very indicative of my sickness getting to the point of extremes. That I would have to rest and that I would have to change my plans for my life indeed.

Because, I could trust the institution at hand for some reason, more different than last semester, something had changed in the manner when before. I was actually sick for some reason. In which I did the same exact things over and over. I was depressed, I must say, but that should have never made me that sick. I was already prompted to go into the literature and arts by what I had done previously in life,

And by that English class as well. For some reason, I felt insulted that my essays were not good enough when I tried to be better than when in high school and tried to learn at the expectations at the university.

But 2014 start was a very depressing time, it was as if someone was hunting me, that I could not see or know and that as if I was being followed for something I did not do or did not know. Very startling indeed, but I could not tell anyone about this, as certainly anyone could be convinced differently. Of the circumstances or the events around that matter, I knew some people but I did not know them all that well to even talk to them about this stuff. And certainly they in most certainly would find me most in high scrutiny. A lack of credibility would be lost.

For example, I actually did indeed test this to see if I actually told anyone about the circumstances around me, how they would interact. There was a particular incipience.

Of people watching football and I brought up the issue of how less the folks even get paid. And indeed this is to see, how the people would feel about “bizarre” statements and as it proved. That people who huddle around a TV for football, are high football fans that people who go to a university are that university’s potential fans, even more so than one individual than which they go to school with. Instead of listening to the fact that these people play this inane game and get hit over the head and do not get played and frankly are a plague in the university’s system on education. They rather indulge in this game. And instead of listening to this guy whom they would call insane, they would rather indulge in their education. Instead of actually engaging that this place, maybe has some dark ties and likes to target some people for some reason.

And that this excoriating pain I felt was not natural, but reminded of a prior consequence. Of being so unbelievably filled with malice. Of the worse degree, that slaps you out of the happenstance of being friendly with being this faker! Being friendly with being violated. Being friendly watching the community around being violated. And

breaks down the circumstances of which you currently live in and makes the college of your choice a mistake to even venture to, a place to even go to and to even belong.

It is too hard to hold on! It is too hard to sing some chant or go along with the flow, a large corporation entity after someone too, who does not even know why they are after them. The slap makes it too hard to go along with the belief you belong, that you belong well and that you are made to belong. Where else would this malice, come from? A single person, I think not. The malice of which I experienced, could never been from one individual.

This slap makes you realize, that this place is not the solution to your problems after all, when you have only worked to solve them. And that education can only do certain wonders for your life in which is being potentially trampled by the hidden unseen. And that your problems are just opportunities for these people to make an asset out of you.

To control you and warp you into someone you are not.

This is why you must not have any problems to even be successful there and come out sane, as a normal natural person, cause for real, there were creepy things about. You must be cunning, smart and not rely on anyone at all. You must tell a story that is of a view that no one else can tell nor has the guts to tell. A story that breaks down all lies and assumptions and is detailed and very such detailed. You must use your freedom of speech as a person to defeat the ill in secret that has possibly been going on too long.

I knew this when I felt the pain, that I would have to not stay there at all, or would not survive, quiet seriously. Such a pain is so bad. To have it makes your dizzy and question life. For that real instance, I even struggled to get back to my room, safe. The sweat was pouring and it took a great deal of mental concentration. I wanted to curse everyone having such a goodtime. In their health. Their happiness in appearing to be succeeding at college. But one cannot be selfish. In this situation, this anger was nonsense. If anything completely forced. These thoughts ambivalating as some forced concept.

I thought this mixture of forced thoughts, pressure and opinions did not one thing. But to be of malice and to force an outcome in which was against my intentions. So in power to control my mind and my emotions, but I would not tell anyone because it would not help me. Everything can be disapproved by people with higher powers and you can see how corrupt this society actually is in allowing an individual like Trump to be elected and now we have to impose sanctions against Russia because he was too much of a kiss up. In a world like this were rampant evils are never fully brought to justice and people clamor that these injustices outlying in people as skeletons are God’s will? That is to say, these injustices are ordained by religion and people to be rightful occurrences that should happen and should be promoted in these instances of extremely brutality and cruelty.

I do not agree with these methods and I wrote this blog on forward as the progress in my struggle against this event that did indeed happen. And I will tell you, the how the when and who because it certainly did happen. But you will see it in this snarky fictional manner, so it’s really not real but it is real.

But it is real to me and the perpetrators and if there are any strange occurrences to come about then they did indeed have a part to do in these matters. I am saying that if any acts in a manner to come after me, annex me to shut up or else, that they are the perpetrators behind this entire incident.

That night I awoke and tried to act as things were normal, but they were not, I could not stay there any longer, my goals of education would have to wait, as your life and your health is more than the worth of attending a college that obviously does not want you there and its obvious by their demeanors as well.

No one will stop the unbearable truth as that slap revealed to me that night.

0dezablipperkinger.33 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

2015.

2015 will be skipped because in my opinion a horrid, horrible and bizzare year.

Matched with fake interest, fake friendships, fake graphic design amongst other fake things.

But overall, well and well.

2016 was a year of new starts.

I tried very hard each time of the start of a new school session.

But matched with terrible results. Seriously, this will open your eyes

on how terrible people actually are, allowed to be in this society.

And everything starts to come full cycle.

MK MZODERN 2 /MK MZODERN NOIR a record of this part of the year until the 5th month about in most high variety.

Records what has happened this year.

xWESTLANDSy if you want to know what happened to Beryond 13 and the successors to debut this summer, they are all in this block. Beryond 13 is already done but I have decided not to release it as of yet. I have not decided to do anything because of course, westlands link back to 2014 and that is why, that post is so essential to the future going ons.

People and their works.

Looking for people to work with. Only serious people who can put together a piece over a live sharing website, can be accepted as this is totally serious and should only take at least 1 hour to three hours max a person. If you have anything you would like to work with me on, inquiry of me on. (a link here) For complete reasons, you will have to give me your full name, why you want to work together and just some basic information, so I can give you some credit when I write upon the experience via on this blog. And for certain reasons, that link is just for show.

Good at helping you, just give me credit as I would give you credit.

And this is a fabulous opportunity for people to connect, you know.

2014. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 19, 2017

What was 2014 about? It was finding a path to the goals I wanted to accomplish.

You could say it was a dark time, just me alone in these thoughts of modern, and with a z.

With a zip did I go to complete them. I was mostly alone. Hung a lot around these people, who were important in their special ways. But, listen to this, talking to one of these particular people about three years later, this particular one could not give a fuck. But then again, this particular one never hung around much around the people I did and I did not even know this fellow that well.

All to illustrate, not to paint anyone else in a negative light, that really, no one knew the direction of the other friend or acquaintance? That we were just together because we were flung into this incident of school together. And that really not one thing else connected us, besides our friendly gestures, similar aims to be confirmed and not be confirmed, the fact we lived in the same dorm. The fact that we were this unity and then this disunity at choice. To come together for these social endeavors and interest in self and another and something else.

The thing is, I was not happy at that time period. I could not live so independently without no one really there who knew me and no one of my friends knew me nor would get the opportunity to actually know them or me actually know them or me get the chance. I wish I could be this individual.

To be the most popular and everything would work out, but nothing was working out. I had to search and search for a way just to start off that year on my path to making

comics out of the series I had written, I just could not leave them behind. I just could not leave my works I fostered from the 8th to the 11th grade in the dust, just like that as if things had never even ever happened!

I was unresolved in this longing for romance and love. And I could not just drop figuring out everything for the sake of playing along with some game. Some game that the atmosphere, provides.

There were many girls and many opportunities, but shall we just fool around? With people and their hearts? I reasoned, that it was not that simple, that just sleeping around would be something horrendous and unbeneficial and self defeating to everything and anything I would want to accomplish.

That just by becoming this whore, everything of love and romance, becomes blurry and maybe you learn that over these times of the whore standard decaying after people decide they cannot live like this anymore that you are somehow this important feature person needing reformation via the people who stick beside you and maybe they help you accept who you are, or maybe they settle down with you, one, two or all of them?

But really is this the life I wanted?

I had no idea, but the thing, is I did not want to cause harm to anyone. Nor my self. And that is basically how I viewed how I should journey on in my completion of figuring out to do with my craft and my venture for love. But the thing is, some people just choose to be hurt. But that does not apply to anyone I met that year but much later, a different horrid people who pale in comparison.

But such exemplary people of faith and love, did inspire me, in my time of diverging troubles.

Convinced me highly that I had a place with them. Convinced me so much, that I write so much about them and so much of these individuals, that to this day, I am convinced that I belong with them.

Or at least someone, like them. But being this caring person, I could not just choose one girl over the other. They were too spread out amongst different places and different people to actually get to know them to have a decision, or rather be eased into a relationship, to say that they were not easy people to find, but I did see them every once and in a while occasionally.

But I write because I did search to try and get to know them better to make these decisions, but oh, some once, in a well place, does not find his courage to speak his feelings over night. I had many a occasion! To speak. But I could not. Life is not easy to change into this dream of your imaginings, it takes work, effort, dreams, instances, purpose, faith and destiny!

I just at this time, just could not phathom the idea of one of these women becoming my girlfriend or significant other, when all my life, people-teachers and students, adults and my parents, siblings and ever even friends, said and seemed to say this could not be done! They were always berating me.

They were always trying to stick me out inferior. I remember I tell you how fun, these hot stick girls, from these suburban places, but liked the ghetto aesthetic, used to pick on me!

And how everyone saw and did not one thing ever, even in front of this teacher, he did nothing but gave me this strange look! I was sad! But somehow I tried to find this way to talk to people when no one would tell me how, everyone ignored me, every want of mine was ignored. Friendship akin to a girlfriend was flashed in front of my face. And made

fun of like a joke. People refused to say what it was. Because no one, not even my damned parents nor siblings could give a damn about me.

Yet not one fucking thing has even changed. Not one damn thing ever changed. About this bullying.

But it really does not matter, well yea, society says, " your a man and just deal with it".

Nothing will ever change that I was treated to this abuse, just because it could be done.

Not one thing will ever change, that I tasted the heaven of normal and sane people and no the difference of crazy people and sane people! And not one thing will change my hopes in finding a resolution to my problems. Well here, in the light of making up for these opportunities I just dodged, because I am just another person and just cannot leap into the unknown just because it is there.

I work and work to fix one of my problems and here after the tumultuous and dark start to 2014, I have arrived at the place to never again, be of this story of mind poverty, of these sick people, of these deranged folks of then and now, who just seek to bully me and try to rip that I am a person at all.

These people expect, seriously for you to surrender at their assumptions of you! These people come with blood and they are not bloody psycho criminals? They come saying shit about you in public and when you are at your leisure. They come trying to eat away at your skin and your spine, and feel on you with their sponge like ticks attached to their eyes. Then come to expect people to just let them be as they are. Be who they are, as they are, when they do not seriously care about anyone but theirselves? These people would easily murder you at some false, lie, rumor or assertion of yours and just do horrid things to you in part of the reason, they just can!

They just can. They do not give a damn, that anyone has anyone to search for, or

anything to complete romantically or that they have these own ideals of romance! That strangely, hint, hint, do not include them nor to the slightest. They are not nice, they are not classy, they have no intelligence, no beauty and not one damn thing to offer anyone but a disaster in their lives.

Because many people so adept to looking into their damn phones are just perverted people. With no respect for life. No respect for dignity and no respect for anything but their self fantasies.

And will never apologize for their fantasy's that go past the call of duty and try to asurp people as images only and nothing more.

I was not going to say anything about these people, but when so many of them make a threat about your life, in trying to control the contents of it, as so feigned god, and the things and desires I have worked to resolve so hard since 2014. And try to destroy them.

Mock them in public and in secret and spread these rumors. What are you to think, when you do not even know these strangers.

They are crazy and try to kill you! And especially when they think you are crazy for defending myself. But not one damned thing is wrong about asserting yourself. Against people who could seriously not care about you at all!

But I will not quit at resolving the paradise and heaven I found, so that people are not in this predicament of anger or sadness. That I cause people no ill or no harm. That I do well by these people. Who brightened up the hope of my life and made something I thought of a fantasy, something quiet real.

I give you the following collections of thoughts and ideals, inspired by this time and the next, as a testament, in how I will only mention the evil that did indeed happen, the storms that did happen, but the good times to come will never be reigned over by the evil of others, ever.

And if ever, times of sadness of the future, they will all be resolved. If you work at them, this is what this time of 2014 says. But this is simply just a written work of what I experienced in part and length and not full and full scope of what actually did. More written to introduce you to the time period and a different era of MK MZODERN completely.

Because that time is not even as bright or pretty as I had even made it out to be.

Even here.

Learn more about MK MZODERN in that era.

(---)

A music recommendation: Architects,(downfall)

MM culture magazine 1. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

bikes. motor. zoom. zoom.

People living like they zoom, zoom and if you ever see the fall of the man it is doom. It is doom.

Strawberry.

Doom. with rainbows after miracle cloud.

A sunshine in miracle of a downpour have you wishing for more.

Mall, ships and pie tarts.

Doom, when you are under the umbrella of false impressions from someone's misconceptions of alternate reality. Try to make you drunk on this poison.

This twisted melody, spelling the end of sanity.

Get drunk on this malady of bad dreams of altered reality, a bastard's dream, when the cream is so bad and the people you wish you had. Never met, don't beat down.

Don't drink in the virtual reality as they see.

See, the truth. Of reality as it is. bikes in realities differ from another and we will never be on the x games together!

...... Never eating all them snacks, and clever games.

But the poison has convinced it is real that it can be,

but it never will be, that is another reality. That is insanity; to believe its gonna appear here.

mm culture magazine 2 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

2 be awarded the honor of the despair of this place.

This honor is washed over your face, no one deserves to be in this hell place. hell place. hell place, nah-han-nah-nah.

To be washed around, this insane heads try to make their shit real! Feel, bitch, be awarded by the feel.

Heel, bitch, be awarded by the steal of your disasterously dastardly dreams becoming true.

Hell, to my kick!

Be kicked, my buttons are ripped off by you.

Coming after me.

I run and run, but the sleeper still comes after me.

I run and run, but the sleeper still comes after me.

I sometimes awake the sleeper atop of me.

Run and run, but the sun is falling on me.

And the clouds appear, sleeper ontop me.

In public image you see. Sleeper ontop of me.

No one cares the man is not a whore.

No one cares the man is not a whore.

No one cares.

I'm not a whore.

-scarohour.

mm culture 3 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 29, 2017

places hand on phone, god, be with me, though thou are mighty be of the civilization the grand democracy of tribalization the sensation is petty and the people praise the spategghi and I never seen the oo's in the doom and the demon, but I seen it in the zoom of the mind fast and asset of the mind heart to live well . And stronger does it go past the tribulation. places the hand on the faith of the digitized faithwork, I shall not be moved.

mm culture magazine 4. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

Of my journey to her.

I want to see her again.

Want to know, how she still thinks of me if at all.

I would give the world of the a's.

To be b's with you.

Be, academia downfall that it is it for you. (oooo) That is it for you.

Be academia downfall.

That it is it for you.

I would give the world of the a's.

To be b's with you.

To be b's with you. (oo) I would give it all to not live in debt with you ahhh(aa).

I want to give it all.

To you.

To be b's with you.

Be academia downfall.

mm culture 5 posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

Mm culture and the 6xth expense

every open eye and the shallowing alaby. The lullaby go close your eyes.

Eyes. I, will be sleeping in the eyes of the family ideas I despise you look me in the eyes, wanting to be with me in the eyes of the ideas I despise to be despised these ideas the eyes, these eyes, these eyes, I will despise every walking waking thought you belong with me.

I do not want to be.

The lullaby for you and me.

I do not know the way.

But if you stay looking at me that way, I'm going to give in.. don't look at me in the eyes.

Cause I won't look back the same.

mm6 down down again. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 31, 2017

down down again and if you look and if you leap and if you instruct play the bat beat of the parade in the heart song of the alarms in your shinny arms and if you ever see the idol it is you. down down again and if you look you leap!

If you look, and you leap.

And if you find your face again.

After all the masks have come down again. Do-do-do-do-do.

I an't your friend.

I ain't your friend.

Again, do-do, dune.

I ain't your friend back to the courage murders again.

I feel the people surging when again oh again.

If you pretend, you a friend,

if you ever look then you are a friend.

And then your not again.

I find myself in turmoils with bitches on me they always want to eat me I cannot be alone in the world of hell the people say cleanse-y ness will do you welll. do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do I won't like anyone anymore.

And down and down again, again, doo,do, do I! AM NOT YOUR FUCKING FRIEND> I WILL NOT COME BACK AGAIN. If I do, christmas is canceled cause I will not fall out into these lies again, place your masks, do-do, do.

Place them all, do-do-do.

Place them all, do-do, do.

Place your mask on your false faces. down and down again. do-do-again!

AGAIN!

inn. find ass friend.

Dev update: COMICS! posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on July 11, 2017

Straight to Direct:M Comics just made for the heck of it.

Coloring 1: D Digital coloring.

Coloring 2 and Redrawing: Paper.

All the drafts done will be done over again but this time, to completion of the story and colored!

Or have a colored print made.

And remember they will be posted to the site.

The power of Kingdoms. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on August 01, 2017

I originally had this idea in the summer of 2008, which was like the main character Kirby fighting sex traffickers. The original form is different but was apart of a summer project back then. That did include the Leine and the dreamers but in a different name, that I will not give away. People back then, did what they could to make it as hard as can be to write the damned thing. I honestly had enough at that time in my life, and decided to write it better than it was written before. I decided to rewrite everything on paper. And not in these scattered story. But turning from these certain kind aspects, the power of Kingdoms, is bright.

In a hopes to depict a more detailed, structured, world filled story. That is not on the lesser kind hearted themes, but dark themes, things in which people shy away and frankly just let happen to people who

are not different from them which such indifference it is tragic, they are like these people in these medieval fantasy games.

But instead of helping anything or anything in this world that is an issue, they instead, just go along with the flow of what society has constructed and ignore anyone in danger or in harm unless it is them or anyone they know.

They are shameless, they are cruel and they certainly, just do not belong at school.

Turning their eye and just standing there in front of what cruelty awaits them that in which people in turn by the same eye do not help. Anyone in school should know that if you were to help people out and not turn these blind eyes. " An eye for an eye" as it is. Is not how it is to people in these societies of the world, it is only benefit such thus do I give an eye. I want to be loved, so I look upon a women with a daring eye, I look at her body. And think that is what awaits me.

I want to be loved, and I want to give an eye to view these products, so I can have these many trends so that I can be given an eye back amongst my fellow. I give an eye, to those in danger, only to reap a name of hero in the form of police officer for myself. I give an eye, for I am a poltician, just to be loved by people whom which I will only hurt and never represent.

An eye for an eye is just looking for reasons to fill the void of why you should help people when you can. This marketing, this culture of consumption and this culture that does not care on the whim of how, but of a need and a need indeed to be in with society.

Four all those of the populace who think this world needs to be like this. That this is the world that is meant to be. Look to what brought this world here. It is not hand and hand hardwork, from culture to culture. It is a forced system of labor, that crushed the hearts and minds of people, stole their sanity and stole their culture and if any their worth actual in this world. Why, must I say that it crushed the hearts and minds, the mechanism still turns to this very day. And thus, it has never even ever been truly relieved, the switched once turned on has now become an energy plant of slavery, that is never endless in its quest to divulge humanity from people. Such systems exist, even in your school, even in workplace, even in your home and even the country's capital.

Why? Because people allow them to exist.

This is the cycle. That never ends, and if anything is to collapse, people should notice the walls of society a folly and it is too late to do anything about it. When you are about to be put in chains and that is the reality you are forced to work with because you never reigned in, " this is not how the world is supposed to be". " This is not eye for an eye".

It is an eye for avoiding the fact of people, have been mistreated and this world is an incomplete substance, even to this day, unable to lean off of slave labor to accomplish its deeds. Why, because ever from the start it has been " eye for own sight of wicked ambition".

No one has made amends to this. And yes, I thought of this with a falling out with my parents, because I truly do not belong here. Treated as imbecile and a folly of sort needing to be fixed. "psychiatrist". Could never understand the harm of their actions did nothing to foster any learning or their end results, they were like the rest of people. Forgetting their sanity and begin roped into this society and culture where they even admit that they do not belong at all. Having to listen to degrading, pointless and unless talks that degrade

women, morals, theirselves, anything that a family should stand for, their skin tone and if more, degrade everyone else. Convinced they belong, because they care on the same wharton tone. That they are slaves. And nothing more, refuse to actually think, but accept their inferiority.

Only convinced that they belonged. Because they cared the same abuse of intellect and age that clearly many of these people in this country possess. A lack for true thought and intelligence as displayed in the 2016 elections.

Like a blanket they believe they are apart, many people think they are elite. And that is what the School of Accumoto represents. People thinking that they are superior to normal people who think well and do not even go to a school. But actually have many flaws that points they can not think for theirselves at all. And at the end, find out that the evil they having been fighting, is lesser than the evil that has brought them together.

And have to fight at the end, with many defeats just to get the resolution they want, which is their survival.

When they could have easily gotten if they only were aware of their reality.

I wish, that may people would wake up to reality, but they will not.

Given these lies of youth brightness contrasted with the lie of adult hood darkness. All this is, is corporate influence on trying to brand everyone's lives. As these ideas, without them knowing and if you do not get these bright ideals and these ideals of adulthood, then you must suck as a person. And you might feel " depressed". You revel in these ideas, but really, these ideas are only covers to the real reality within. They are only covers to the actually pains of childhood and actual pains of adulthood. But take away this imagery and they are only pains of childhood and only pains of adulthood that you could or could not prevent. That your childhood could have bright areas and could have been overall good, but because of the one of many pains and this disillusion it has against this image painted by the powers of the world, you think it bad. This is the ill of

our society, letting people decide reality for us, when we are supposed to do that ourselves.

Sure these pains happen, but they do not define your childhood.

Only you can have the idea of your child hood. Only you can wield this power.

Only you can define the in and out, no one else.

And as adulthood only you can define the in and out.

But people are so lost and so depressed.

That they revel in the ideas of childhood and the ideas of now.

Conflicting with the ideas of childhood and maybe even things in their childhood.

Memories of great fun, contrast with the dark ideals of now, is enough to drive people crazy.

But you will not find this on any tumblr or any blogger of mental health.

You will not find, that with great corporate comprise, of people forcing an idea onto people and they do not even know. That they are making an unreal association.

That the past even included the ideals of now.

And that they were even victim to the ideals they so contrive today.

Is the ill of adulthood, but is actually the ill of not knowing how much an image is pushed onto them that they believe that they are of that image portrayed of them and their situation, but that is not them because people you control your own life. And you can choose to end it, but should not, no matter how much you do not match up to the lifestyle that is portrayed on mediums of public embrace.

I find that the communities of vaporwave and retrowave are a bit on the peril of influencing people that they are somehow inferior to the depth of now. That they have to go back and be of this nostalgic attitude. Or as people were dressing when the unmodified version of the music came out, or the style or lifestyle was popular. This to

that to people already begin influenced by all forms of media. And evidentally not in a good way.

It also borders on escapism. Which is escaping reality, escaping reality is good once and while but not in the context of people who have already been influenced by corporations of certain themes and certain lifestyles.

Why these lifestyles may be good to reflect upon, many tumblr users seem to fall in the category, of just doing this for fun. While feeding off their own need to be in depth with this style and these themes of this style and not actually figuring out if it is actually healthy to downgrade, the emotions of the past and memories of past with unreal sentiments of now. Being very inconsiderate to their own safety and being. Did such things even occur? Can I rewrite my past with this, is more of what people are akin to think.

But the genre is good. Much like the various spaces in which the characters are found in, that are representative of this struggle in the modern mind of teenagers, boy and girl, alike. And how much the hotel addresses, these inner issues and inner struggles.

Forge was the first story, after I rewrote everything on paper and is the story of that generation.

In these four years later, the Power Of Kingdoms, is the original rewritten on paper, solely generated by the power of heart and mind to devise ways and that of which to continue on and venture through treacherous places of this world, unfound in resources to oppress. And that I mean of your next door neighbor, and the people you go to school with. They all, in spite of you and your grand project will only find ways to get ahead of you and your progress and mock you. And mock you while your back is turned. Friends do not exist, because friends are a show, friends are a mug, friends are suite and friends, are solely advertised by corporations, they just do not happen.

Because no one can find the power to find eye to eye, least in the heart or the candy of dorms.

Power of Kingdoms, is the grim, dark and angry story that includes action and adventure amongst other themes. That achieves what I wanted to say what was wrong with the world for nine years strong.And says that no one should be treated in the way of bullying passing as parenting. And no one should be treated in the way of bullying that is simply slavery by contract.

The Power of Kingdoms, resolves many unfinishined works and brings them full circle.

But the Forge does indeed carry on, strong.

The Forge is simply, a more convenient tale that does not have the grips of that time persay.

But rather is more action packed and keeps the tale of the school being a great place to learn.

While Power of Kingdoms, tales of a great school that is really nothing but propping itself as infamous. And doing nothing for anyone or anybody but creating more problems, 4and never contributing to that world persay, a that school may even be a villain I say. For which attacking all they do not understand, just for a dream of life that is insane and cannot happen.

A formal end to Westlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on August 01, 2017

I must announce that the Westlands will conclude, soon. Keeping the project at its finest quality requires that it ends, now. The project itself will debut sometime in the near future. But, alas, this is the end to the westlands. Will cover a personal reflection on 2014.

Writes: "Most dark and most treacherous is to build a bright future with so many hidden forces against you and if you do not believe. If you do not believe then, these many forces will try to rob your life no need to be afraid and no need to worry because no one with their clearly unwitty statements and truly false guidance can offer you the path of which your hardwork has resulted.

I carry not the doubt of people.

But the dreams of a people not, yet seen, and that is the people of the future, who no one really cares for at all."

On the school of 2014: " most ambitious was to teach something that was not yet found out for one self.

One self had not yet found out it all

and went to sort it all out, eventually it was found and the method of thinking of teaching has changed. To which magazines can found and the wisdom is abound.

There it became a castle."

On drafting in fall 2014 " Such ambition to bring back such ambition to the stories and such life and purpose that it did all work out in the end and works even further out in these days, but a pretend of an ending needs more practice to be a true ending".

On the future ambitions, to bring back the world care back to the stories, for they are unware, such poor quality stories can be told of them.

By people who are not poets but singing another hymn.

Will continue to make comics and stories and magazines that allow for a sense of Mzodern to be achieved. There will be an old and new, and inbetween, there will be a high and far, and far between.

People will be far and inbetween against and for the goal and may take these ideals for their own, but there is a proof for that and you will see that. No one can just get by

taking ideals that are not theirs.

And I mention for this reason, is the reason of why you will not see the true Westlands as a feature on this site, but only mentioned as these things do indeed happen. As people can claim for these ideas to be their's I have a proof. And solely try to discredit I need no proof. To try and banish the idea of humanity and then steal ideals, is truly criminal. But the continuation begins, with a surge of the erotica back to the forefront and the return of the old ideas as new ideas. The great change has begun.

From conception to story.

The dawn is over.

Now, begins the Inrest.

Westlands. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 20, 2019

westlands art work...leading from the august 2013 to december 2013. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 20, 2019

Some works created in the fall 2013 ( does not include written works) Coloring of Forge. potato chips, cookie lists and more. daily art of conflagration. real nature cover daily art up to Mk Mzodern mk mzodern art death in plain sight art-mysterious vs changer, drawings in notebook attempted TIM angelina and Kevin M killer Saturns~lobby works faces of people. album and music art 300 women drawings.~westlands.

real narrative going back to the highschool region. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 09, 2019

I rather not write narratives of real life because they are very costly to even write at all.

But yet some times- a narrative can show you how things actually are under circumstances.And see that in a region with problems things have not gotten better but worse. I do not write narratives because they consume too much time for the little subjects of things they include. its much worth my time to write essays that depict the events and not as wasteful as a narrative in the constraint of time. Be that as it may be; some things just have to be recorded in a narrative take and tone. To tell of their

importance and that is what I will be doing for events since last year however will be using essays to plan the various elements within. And necessarily including art too as well.

my wonderful friends," X of the internet!" posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 10, 2019

While to say since the new year I have not been creating any new works nor ideas nor working on anything else and while there is tons of advancements-there are still many things to work on and yes; many new stories to create and write even. I bring you a new horizon of craft from MK MZODERN. Recently have been recapping various styles that impact the modern art style I use today and as well were featured in posts to be the build up for MM culture 2016! So far has been the style of creativity, dancers and now we must look back on another style that comes afterwards that can be described by modern title " x of the internet". Yes, many characters were created for " X of the Internet" afterwards the Dancer element or art pieces-yes. Mind you it was not called " X of the Internet" at that time. But now my friends~save yourself from the internet? This work might! Might just save you from the internet and is the next style covered.

Regardless of; people. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 20, 2019

I have just now decided a new plan of action. One that is superior than one before.

Many people don't know this~but one act of disrespect is all it takes to break the camel's back. Or free access to any of the works I publish without extreme prejudice of monetary barriers by third parties! I have seen it all now and by fuck-I am not backing down.

Some people go too far and I do not appreciate their abuse. No one should. I give no more opportunity for anymore say on these people who have no fucking lives. I'm not going to say why disparaging a person work in a room next to them is wrong.Nor how what little trust in a person is just completely lost. I have seen it all.

People who live with good intentions and like people for who they are.

People who deem theirselves sluts.

People too racist to admit they are and talk to people in color too nicely for them to be taken seriously.

People who are from other countries trying so hard to fit in-they don't and just do wrong.

People who deem the racial myths true and think they are God because they mentally sick.

People who seem to have good intentions but choose evil in the way of an excuse of convenience to their true lack of morals and character. people who act as if they are god send and that you like them when you don't at all and maybe they should speak to people before they make these people who are such a god send a big excuse to do evil by and to.

Only one person is even remotely normal and even belongs in public healthy life. The first one on the list.

No more free fucking shit. I said it. I decided I am not going to hinder the Zino Flyboy releases and just publish them for myself and frankly that is what I did in the first place for most my life and don't need the clarification of do nothings to justify my means.

Honest to god; people want to act as if they know my fucking brand and endgoals. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME BUT WHAT YOU WANT TO BELIEVE. This is a progress blog and deemingly to say do scientists get mocked by people in the next room who suck at science and probably can never get anywhere with their meager efforts~talking and what not when working on a scientific study. The answer is no.

Because scientists are given more respect that they have to actually go to school and behave like fucking adults before they can even do a fucking study. They actually have a job in which people somewhat respect and that pays enough for them to not give a damn about anything but them. While I promised this and that work; they will still be here.Yet to say that some things will not be posted even if completed.

People aren't treating me well nor the circumstances of creating today, tomorrow and then for me to continue dole out works to a public that neither cares nor respects the work and some people instead of taking the utility~take the utility of destruction and destroying people's works for what they are truly worth and try to make them this enemy they never were. Such to say my friends; a person who is near adult age who does this is totally disrespectful and lacks it when manners are required.

When things are wrong and a thorn in your side it is never appropriate to just continue as if nothing is wrong. While my works are helpful to illustrate progress to truly help people envision; I can do this too. I think that maybe if people just heard alot of out of context stuff~they would wish for the time in which people did not act like monkeys on phones and sluts and haywire. They would have wished damn girl with the only access had shut up because I shut the door now.Maybe even works that the public likes mainly

like Apollo and Sunglasses and maybe other comics will cease to even be made public. I will use it for other means in which monkey artists today with no form of business skills could not imagine with their monkey phone minds. You don't fuck with me and get these artworks and act as if "we" a community. Does anyone argue at the Netflix! No one does-because it is all chill.

What I need in a following is that we are all together or not together at all. There are no haters in my circle and frankly no one who is successful truly has time for haters in their circle. This is a way to keep venom away from my works and while some people like venom in the works~ and a divided community split 50/50 of supporters and haters.

That does not fly here. Unlike other people respect is demanded here and no one pisses on creation when they cannot even create.

so damn in love with women. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 18, 2019

So damn in love with women.

Nothing phases me; when there is and there is anyone there. So damn love in themthey kick me in the balls; I'm fine.

Pass it off as some reason not to be finesaying I am not a man is unkind; my courage dips in kind.

But I release they aren't women to even waste the time and taste of courage!

They just revel in the hunger of blood.

Self pity and its so good to think you know what it is even like at all to even be me. Free; all so damn in love with women who will never fucking like me nor anyone sane at all!

Damn that is a killer~ so damn in love with women.

They can just step all over me. Hit me, break me and I keep chasing and they degrade and walk away and I dream and I keep on chasing~ use every opportunity to degrade or show me up to another guy in their head that is better for them but its imaginary!

Its imaginary that I ever have any good intentions and that I could be a good guy.

Look me in the eye~ they wish I want to die. But I never will have that level of low self confidence but these women who are not good women keep pushing to the fringe where there is comfort in any place I go oh.......oh.

so damn in love with women- I chase them to hell and again and again

and never will anyone of them reach truly the level of friend- even friend for what they fear will happen if they fear to fall for me~nothing but to sayits truly a wishful goal because all these damn women are so damn hungry and revel in blood...of their own self waste.

X of the internet. posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. on March 19, 2019

I was going to do X of the Internet but quiet clearly I think I am not going to even ever mention it again; why because I realized after all this time-three years and three longs ones at that~ this story is so important to me that I cannot allow it to become the bedroom talk of people who won't go anywhere in life because they say they won't. I realize that people cannot share much of my same views and maybe have become distant from the normal person. But there is no one normal and I should not be bothering with reaching people who don't appreciate my skill. I always used to post to my own facebook page but then realize that many people I went to college and highschool with that are my so called friends could never understand anything at all.

And maybe it cheats people who actually are friends that support ya out of seeing your stuff when they post whatever they want with no problems from anyone and everyone is so clear and supportive of them. A person cannot just expect to be like them when they know people don't like, don't know and don't care about them.

I just don't appreciate the evil in people they want to act is not there and act as if people are to respect that evil as God. Well frankly people have the right to not live under the helms of such influence and not go near churches or toxic places with toxic people under such influence. Namely; one could say that a certain college was even worse than a certain highschool and it would never end the endless hatred posed as interest. X of the Internet was something to look forward when there were at least enough viewers to

make it popular enough to be this blogs most popular post but not now. There is no one hardly here at the level nor respect to even move me to do anything and simply I thought it was a journey to take together with the audience but now~ I really don't care.

People who aim to do things don't disengage the ideal of liability and certainly continuing the triad of care when everything has dropped off in its meaning of care.

Before MM culture; I did have to go to the hospital but there was no support even then and just to focus on my own life and getting better~ I did not blog for a very long damn time. Till once again it was necessary to make a change for the better and whilst not try to sound like a broken record~will push for better working conditions and yet responses to my works.

That is why there is a need for a super MM culture.

Else to say in styles; in October 2016 a new style was developed under MM culture that is a bit different from the main style and yet colorful one in which I call Neoethic and finally will be able to focus on this style as the review of MM culture fall 2016 to now in art and life continues!