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MM CULTURE MAGAZINE 1 MK MZODERN

For a while I have been stuck in the same phase for two years but that ends today as this introductory and work and progress magazine and document will show you the extents of MM CULTURE in form of songs, posts and all else written segments.

These magazines start the countdown till the release of Kyeombi and the stories within. Particularly the contents can be understood by visiting MK MZODERN which seeks to create and yet do and also reason. Visit; http://mkmzodern.blogspot.com for more information.

June 20, 2018

DARK OF MK FASHION. You came for Malibu, right? Your little Oasis?You will not get them.(Mm-Malibu,them) I find that ever since the 2015, I have seen something that could ultimately fit in so well here.

A new meaning, of consort, movie of take, interest and chaotic estate.(mm-meaning-movie) And for the dress you go out to date might be the armor in which you participate. I will say that I lied. ( MM, I-I) The Dark of MK FASHION is what the Mzodern should be certainly...which is why in the Summer and the fall, all accords were dropped off to be in the woods of the Movies and Movements.

A story that comes for another ethic and another place endearing. Many people have tried to make me bleed for this and bleed for the consort of their heart. I pity them and I will respect to show them exactly as they are; animals of no consort of society or even kindness nor to mind their own damned business. Telling a story and engaging in art is not a crime and here is that witness. By beating all them assunder for their feigned draped goals of mental insecurity, mental instability, shadow learning and wishing to destroy the consort of my dreams as well as many other-prove that they only want the right to deny people what is theirs for they are so caught up in their ego of what is to be the world that reality never can even touch them and by beating them shows them up as the lot they are. They reach to make art a crime because they do not live in a world where art is something of society-they live in their own special realms and try to captivate people as they see and control them as they see as for all the things unknown to them are sin because it goes against them being gods of the world-or the world revolving around them and their twisted ego. But the world is not one where art is a crime nor guided by their twisted ego and never will be. Kept this under wraps for so long but this is a special day that wipes everything away. You can not control people and people shall not be gods under the false pretense and estates of school, government and all else in which they try to take advantage of people.

People are free against the dark that is the blood on the armor as you get away from a rainy day.

Behold the Hyperspace. Behold the illustration and behold the missing element of the story that MM culture of 2016 tried to hint at.

June 20, 2018

WELCOME TO MK MZODERN. Of creation and investigation; that is MK MZODERN featuring information and stories that you may or may not want to hear , simply be free of outwardly society and embrace a truth of freedom. If you may be akin to welcome fallen cultures back into the fray of life-this may be the place for you....!

With many events each day or daily, you will never be solely so bored.

-Maple Orgamizoka.Omiskaismass.

June 20, 2018

LACK OF CREDIBILITY FOR WRONG. Moves like a snake.

Crawls along your foot.

Bites the toe and says its right and tries to crawl up and bite you all across, it is wrong.

It is wrong, a lack of credibility for wrong.

A lack of credibility for wrong.

It is wrong, it is wrong so damn snaky wrong it is wrong, its wrong so damn snaky wrong it is wrong, its wrong so damn snaky wrong.

It is wrong, it is wrong so snaky wrong! It is wrong it is wrong, so snaky wrong.

Crawling on your foot, just call it you fucking snake do not crawl on my spine get out and be the forest den step on. Fuck off and get going cause your lies will never be the truth moves like a snake crush it crawls your feet, crush it !

Bites the toe with no remorse, kill, kill-kill it.

Kill, kill, kill it.

A sense then I do not see anything wrong. #mm culture. # don't lie in a bed of snakes.

June 21, 2018

DARK OF MK FASHION.

June 21, 2018

URBANS Traveling into the Urbans.

June 21, 2018

PERSONALLY. I think that I lost talking to a girl truly more so because I thought she was too young to be anyone. Was not able to fit it in a conflicted schedule to actually find out how to contact her later. Find myself falling into these talks with girls whom I will not see later on nor truly contact even though I tried to give em my business card for class I kinda of wasted my money on and tried to make it to be of some consort. No my business is not create any "my name bullshit creates" it is MK MZODERN. Find out that they-the two girls I else liked are siblings and I try to play it off but only defense is that one is too young without anyone getting the wrong idea. I like the girl, I know is too young and play and fall hard into her charms yet find the girl I thought not as a sibling to this girl attractive and would be more "suitable" to date because of age and this attraction. Try to play off getting to know both girls, but its pretty tense and even though I had a good talk with the younger sister- I see the older sister at top and try to say hi but in my time- I can only make her cry by mentioning that I met her sister earlier. There was a glimmer of a tear in her eye and my heart wretched and I had too much sweat to be of not recognizing my plight. I told her goodbye. There is another girl but I made such an effort to not be two faced by admitting to the sister that I talked to her sister. So I could still talk to both later with no drama but yet there is. Still in shock at what pain I caused the girl above, I do not say anything to this girl- I cannot possibly deny my morals to not be double faced. But yet- I already am, I went to such lengths to talk to this particular girl one day that I asked to draw her picture. Yet she smiled at me the most innocent yet caring smile that gave me life...and yet I fall for two other girls who are sisters and yet another who sits at the same place everyday? Yet there are all these girls I felt for in university yet never could do anything but just let them go because that was the only option at the time. At least this time I stood my ground and actually got to know the people mostly I likedmaybe because there was no buffonery around and yet cleared much of it out with the scheme of drawing or talking.

I personally have been numb in the turmoil of this and frankly I have been not able to write anything for a while because this is all that consumes my mind. Yet I resolve the only one factor that has gotten better is myself facing the ideals of reality of where and which people bully you and hide around the fucking corner and expect nothing to happen to them. Yet there is more to this story than which can be said.

I tried to reach my original ideas and yet I have succeeded. But turns out corruption is everywhere. You cannot run and hide and nor can you expect a new season or continuation of a show you would like to binge watch because the host kills theirselves under shadowy circumstances that no one later reports. Because Cyberpunk is only cared about only if its a videogame and so is dignity...

I was thinking of a progression of Urbans, of different worlds. Urbans yet of different views that can bring people together. In more way that one. My way has not been defeated-the Urbans have not died.

But yet still stung when I dream of this particular girl; and her smile. Yet avoiding me like everyone else. These fake friends and fake people who only seem to care just because they want to have sex with you.

Personally I am glad of my accomplishments but in this cruel corrupt world it will never be enough. Ruin my ambition by supporting a corrupt site! I will not let it be. Will continue to fight and tell the story to the last bite and the last fight... that of personally.

June 21, 2018

THE END OF THE MZODERN MK 2013.

Yeph, when I made the concept image for mk mzodern, really simple was to be some type of amoeba that powered a fuel cell but yet the new concept image for MK MZODERN worlds is that of worlds or segmented land all bunched together at the bottom and bubbles at top resembling land and air as well as the shape of the amoeba previous.

Junira, I did say I completed writing two story segments-the next story segment basically advances everything to speak of here and as well the worlds happen at the same time. To finally say it introduces the concept of Moira and the impact on the past and yet future. That leads into the fourth arc and then into the fifth arc. Will maybe write in the effort of news story but yet forget I have the right to refuse commitment.

June 21, 2018

M3RSM CULTURE ( COFFEE BEAN)

Coffee Bean-the long put off lyric release. Will soon begin-it is a long collection of MM culture and urban songs indeed.

June 21, 2018

ENOCH.

June 21, 2018

BEACH OF THE ENDING MM CULTURE.

I was better off on my ambition then -than the ambition of hiding.

I stand on the beach after all those days I ran in the forest, they found me on the ground, I rode off with her and never expected it to come to this running all alone. No one to care for me, she is gone, gone-gone from me and keeps getting far from me. I bought those jeans she wore, she bought my movie ticket did she die, I do not know but I will never deny.

I! Have never found it in me this Beach of the ending...!

Yet its right in front of me, I have friends- I have flings but I don't have anything not really at all. Not one damn thing. They will all come and go and so I flung myself in the sea. Call me a drunkard. I will just drink and drink. To climb far away and yet carry these people coming and going with me. I have friends, but not truly one friend that I can be honest. Was it a damned dream to think those fake friends were true but they contributed to the problem, would you sleep further in a bed with those faggots I do not think so.

Snakes awry in devil foods, a dare devil gambit has brought me and my friends on a raft outward and we climb forth vanishing here and there and maybe we will become friends or maybe we will not...!

Maybe so betrayed I was to say that I am cautious of betrayal yet again...but yet never again.

I am wise and I cannot break I will see the celestial forest in its prime.

To ride a unicorn and bring the unicorns to all the friends to ride, high far across the land and into the sky of dreams and invincibility against mental fatigue and disease........ Beach of the ending is just the beach of a beginning.

June 21, 2018

PERSONALLY. I think that I lost talking to a girl truly more so because I thought she was too young to be anyone. Was not able to fit it in a conflicted schedule to actually find out how to contact her later. Find myself falling into these talks with girls whom I will not see later on nor truly contact even though I tried to give em my business card for class I kinda of wasted my money on and tried to make it to be of some consort. No my business is not create any "my name bullshit creates" it is MK MZODERN. Find out that they-the two girls I else liked are siblings and I try to play it off but only defense is that one is too young without anyone getting the wrong idea. I like the girl, I know is too young and play and fall hard into her charms yet find the girl I thought not as a sibling to this girl attractive and would be more "suitable" to date because of age and this attraction. Try to play off getting to know both girls, but its pretty tense and even though I had a good talk with the younger sister- I see the older sister at top and try to say hi but in my time- I can only make her cry by mentioning that I met her sister earlier. There was a glimmer of a tear in her eye and my heart wretched and I had too much sweat to be of not recognizing my plight. I told her goodbye. There is another girl but I made such an effort to not be two faced by admitting to the sister that I talked to her sister. So I could still talk to both later with no drama but yet there is. Still in shock at what pain I caused the girl above, I do not say anything to this girl- I cannot possibly deny my morals to not be double faced. But yet- I already am, I went to such lengths to talk to this particular girl one day that I asked to draw her picture. Yet she smiled at me the most innocent yet caring smile that gave me life...and yet I fall for two other girls who are sisters and yet another who sits at the same place everyday? Yet there are all these girls I felt for in university yet never could do anything but just let them go because that was the only option at the time. At least this time I stood my ground and actually got to know the people mostly I likedmaybe because there was no buffonery around and yet cleared much of it out with the scheme of drawing or talking.

I personally have been numb in the turmoil of this and frankly I have been not able to write anything for a while because this is all that consumes my mind. Yet I resolve the only one factor that has gotten better is myself facing the ideals of reality of where and which people bully you and hide around the fucking corner and expect nothing to happen to them. Yet there is more to this story than which can be said.

I tried to reach my original ideas and yet I have succeeded. But turns out corruption is everywhere. You cannot run and hide and nor can you expect a new season or continuation of a show you would like to binge watch because the host kills theirselves under shadowy circumstances that no one later reports. Because Cyberpunk is only cared about only if its a videogame and so is dignity...

I was thinking of a progression of Urbans, of different worlds. Urbans yet of different views that

can bring people together. In more way that one. My way has not been defeated-the Urbans have not died.

But yet still stung when I dream of this particular girl; and her smile. Yet avoiding me like everyone else. These fake friends and fake people who only seem to care just because they want to have sex with you.

Personally I am glad of my accomplishments but in this cruel corrupt world it will never be enough. Ruin my ambition by supporting a corrupt site! I will not let it be. Will continue to fight and tell the story to the last bite and the last fight... that of personally.

June 21, 2018

TIME OF CHAOTIC Simple of draft of the Chaotic logo as for revamp.Wanted to emphasis the different terrains and different tribes as vital to the game instead of this symbol. And if I was to go for a symbol I would use a japanese kanji script for hell, rage, river, rapid or something else that represents chaos or a chaotic nature. But here is the logo.

June 21, 2018

LAVENDER MK MZODERN.

June 21, 2018

WANT DAVIDSON AT THE END. He laid in a pile of many bodies as the last tower did not fall. The war was won. The armored ones dead too and some of his unarmored comrades. He lay not knowing if he was going to die,

many moments passed and a raven came to peck at a body. "get away" he shouted.

More ravens and even crows and vulture spiraling ahead arrived, the ravens and crows pecking at the armors and the bodies. A woman with ravenous hair smiled. "get away from me!" Want yelled. " I am Alisha of Moira, you did well to defeat the crows but it was not enough-let me offer my assistance in return for something more vital" She smiled. Want frowned, exhausted and then yelled. "Fuck".

June 21, 2018

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June 21, 2018

WANT DAVIDSON AT THE END OF THE WORLD Oh on his motorcycle with Hannah Davidson and Juile.

Surrounded by Ty, Crew and Molly and faced by the fierce Dane, they'll save the world from many opening portals but solving the conflicts within!

June 21, 2018

DAYS OF THE ENGLISH. ( WHILST JUNIRA) I would enter this church of celibacy of the truth.

I would gaze of the place and find it okay yet odd.

As if hiding a vulnerable danger to beset my ambition.

Often in check by how these people saw me.

I would not let them get the best of me.

I would not stop liking someone because people thought I was a fool.

Girl, I went to school just a coward and hater all along turns back on me and knows I am not this fool guy at all.

Stop one time, look up a strange gaze from the girl not knowing and hoping she just does not hate me. I just want to be free with the idea of a humanity of me and a humanity for her but they never will respect that I have any ability for that at all.

Its all about sex. And all about fear. Tear, Jungle fever is not of me.

It is of social agony and I am not sleeping.

This whole place is a debacle, why am I here, when we only talk about nonsense.

I do not know what she thinks and I am not going to put much effort but listen as she talks and she what she thinks. I am just going to listen to all of which can be said for me.

The humanity of them is highly ignoring of any respect for me. Just assume that people are like you and that there is only one person just like you to fit in. With this shitty atmosphere of crooked necks to a symphony of airs that are cheery when the world is poor and the school is full of ravens.....

Yet I gaze at her.

Hoping to find her as she wishes to be known.

This in the days of the english....

The days of the english.

June 21, 2018

GETTING RAINED ON. I like getting rained on, only thing that goes right in this place and I am slipping from the neithers and outerspace. It was a time and place, a fast go and know of the ego of the bastard in the class who did nothing and those who reacted to what was the violence in auditorium.

Raining and raining, I love getting rained on.

Raining and raining, I love getting rained on.

I love getting rained on.

I love it to meet someone so wet and angered that of the romance of the rain becomes a back topic of such darkness following and egret pain!

Picked up on the next time you go out anywhere.

The math is of a place that is restricted to cruelty past a boundary but hey oh no, I do not want anymore. Anymore.

No more of this war that is not seen and I do not like getting rained on such a surprise to find that you are just rebels or a slave...slaves muttering cruel ramblings of love as they are torture and rebels fighting to stay alive.

A lighting strike and everyone screams. The homebound people are oblivious.

And never will be seriously involved cause they can always go home and be free!

Getting Rained on, I loved getting rained on, such rained on, rained on, oh, no, no no.

June 21, 2018

SHORT CROP HAIR. I saw you one day.

I saw you one day, did not pay attention to the melody in my head and one day say one day- I was running around with you appearing so naturally in my head in a place where all attraction is forced and I knew not if anyone could a damn about me but it just kept it cool and that is how it got be.

Met some frank on the second daypsychology, thought she was cute and friendly and she was to the point of when I could not just yank her away as she was not mine and not property, but people seemed to treat her as be. Never an opportunity to truly speak again I tasted realism of talking in this sick place. Never was anything extended to me to say that I was normal or even be able to talk without spears pointed at me and better one gets ahead and I am just all washed and dead pretend to be a friend yet I never said anything much at all.

Don't want to interrupt class with talking and do not want to be with spears and then you on my mind suddenly appear I, oh my cannot keep my fears away nor near.

I grew a hat that sprung out a deer- I would try to get near but there was never helping any helping it.

I saw her frank face and she was kind but I was in over my mind of this atmosphere, the people in unkind would twist everything to play games and just think its fine. But am I supposed to fight everyone just to speak out of normal at all?

I could only do it alone yet you never said anything to me.

I guess I'm attracted to short cropped hair and I refrain to keep it "normal" in abnormal bounds.......but that is not how it is supposed to be.

I saw you one day, through all this I would never pay to turn around.

June 21, 2018

FRIEND WITH THE GUITAR. My katana on abridged.

Never expected the fact of the friend with the Guitar to even offer me the chance to experience music.

Never looking back, destiny had come and I never looked back.

I could have said no, but I would never a have a memory so cherished as that time. Someone who truly sat to eat with me when no one else would.

Someone who truly knew friendship...and what it truly meant in that time and period. (abridged) Guitar music, never I never looked back, memory so cherished would period never look back but I kinda of left you behind still had the phone number on my mind until I lost it being foolish installing the chip in another phone.

Another time to be said wondering all those times sitting down; I never realized that you were just a friend just to be a friend.

The sword of the destiny, I may never ever see you again, but I have a memory of those true lighted times...!

Times....someone who truly knew friendship and what it truly meant in that time and period.

June 21, 2018

THINKING OF TRYING TO INCLUDE PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT WHITE. Try to be bold is the expectation of that teacher's one resort.

Just to be bold is the expectation and none of real reality, you can say about your culture but you only represent a part that I know is never what truly is there...

Thinking of trying to think that you can even understand just because you have willing slave at your command to speak of these demands you think have a handle on them You will just never know what it is to be a different color motherfucker, people who are not white-motherfucker do not what it is to be a colored mother fucker......

To speak of these demands you think have a handle on them.

You can never understand when it all just to please you and it comes from your slaves mouth-you just will never learn what society is even.

When you believe still in a white empire tolerate of these cool little culture that you will truly never know and if you think you understand-you are just an expectation of a further getting worst society....where all you do is make sure you understand to push people down and bully them ever even worse. Oh the torture of the english wanna care discourse. You have no remorse.

June 21, 2018

I HAD HATRED IN ME FOR GOING THROUGH THIS. I had hatred in me for going through this I just wanted to write in a safe fucking environment but no! But no, I get called at as a fool and so one thinks I'm their bitch but I bitch bite them back and I will make beg and make them bitch. I just wanted to write a fucking safe environment but roommate chokehold. People chokehold, people fuck everything and I run to not catch bullet, run past this masquerade.

But no, I just have hatred for this. I want to escape from all of this.

I'll give it one semester then I'm out, cause I will die for this I am quiet fragile you know. To be having time for this I can only consider it real life when there are actual people reaching out to me. And so I am confused if I should stay or should I leave. People seem to want to make decisions just for fucking me.

Fucking,fucking and fucking away with me in anything that they can.

I had hatred in me for going through this.

I ate for coca cola for this. And bought more. Bought more, bought more to escape from this fucking place and the evil within but I can make a world and people will just bluntly destroy my castle so innocently and think its funny you got any another thing coming for you, just for fucking with me, people chokehold, I slay you. Like the fucking wolves you for the hatred had in me got me through this, I put on a face and I wore to till this day I write this but no more I had hated in me for going through this.

I had hatred in me for going through this.

I did and no one truly knew and if they knew they did not care.....

June 21, 2018

YELLOW BOOBS. She had 4 aspects of her.

Four two yellow boobs were her aspects in particular, her mind, her ass and her body all the same.

Just touching for the sake of touching.

I touched the yellow boobs.

Of satire of and desire could be, could be.

I touched the yellow boobs all two my hands but its not right to be led on to think you belong!

What fuck are you doing touching the yellow boobs you properly think you are matchmaking but you are not god. Let them free as humans shall be,and it will be fine trust me.

Just to think to think you own a person sexual you touch the yellow boobs.

But I awakened and I refuse to even believe even more. What of this system that of them selling her body and assets indeed.

Like a slave for your ambitions as you are slave for the grand ambition to make a society of just people listening ti fuck everyone over as if assets and not people I touched the yellow boobs but then again never again because I can never see something so evil for me.....

Prodigies must think here is God. But no, they only seek to make theirselves God by touching the boobs, so animated is the violence.

I touched the yellow boobs.Perspective; never again.

Of satire and desire no more.

Yet still what do people do, they touch the yellow boobs.

They touch the yellow boobs they touch the yellow boobs!!!

They touch and fuck the yellow boobs.!

June 21, 2018

I STARTED A FIRE IN MY BACKYARD. Back then I started a fire in my backyard and I was not a liar to what was my desire. I wanted a better story, a better time and a better heart and mind. Just to be this successful immigrant to that lofty yet corrupt and decrepit city.

I just want to zoom away on a rocket but not today, I got to start the fire first, I break down trees and I find myself there breaking trees and breaking them solely to break down all these tree to build a fire for the rocket I now zoom on. I now, now, now zoom on. For the rocket of the now I zoom away..................!

Just to come back where I started the fire and started it all one day.

Got the nerve people try! To put the fire out.

I started a fire in my backyard it did not go out until the rocket fuel eclipsed the flame and explode me so high I forgot name and watched the world flood.

June 21, 2018

JUNIRA. dreams of the future good signs of a bright future bedtime stories of the future. desolation conquest of henry Tree mongers. indigo wilderness red.. doomiscoming doomtarget wilderness the banshee fire from hellica. in the watefall

June 21, 2018

DREAMS OF THE FUTURE. Dreams of the future, I ride away Dreams of the future I was on my ass Dreams of the future, the people my friends came for me before I was killed by a culture of egoistical women all out to slaughter me and all out to kill me. Finally something as I pertained to be. Ignored in silence. if not ever.

To say, they only wanted the best of me and ignore all the rest of me and assume this that would kill me. ignored in silence if not ever. I lay on the ground.

After that fierce battle. I lay on the ground.

For they were coming for me and in a heliocopter tried to say I survive but no I am scared of heights- I might die.

I might die, but the look in her eyes on a horse, she helps

me in and on the horse and we ride to a ranch.

Breaking and branching the bed of this lodge cabin we find, the hunter comes back and says that he really is sane.

But we keep on going cause we find pleasure in this lodge surrounded by the fog and then the rain. Something better of a dream, than that I dreamed of the future at all.

June 21, 2018

GOOD SIGNS OF A BRIGHT FUTURE. Lying back to the day we first met.

I laid my gaze, eyes shut on your bed and you were naked.

The eyes and boobs of yours red as my chest was of engraving fantasy and heart felt desire and in the surge of an empire.

I ran hard like a spartan and then an egyptain finding the toes of your curled up and I assumed that time was up, UP! Yes, you yelled and screamed lying back to the day we first met I wanted to fell this rainy and wet.

We were naked in an engraving fantasy the surge of an empire in sake of fucking with me.

You came up and bite me.

And turned me on the bed

and I felt as if I was horse.

And of course the yells I let out had no remorse, no remorse no sign and sound.Finding that the world cannot shut us down I was wet and chlorine smelled and you were braided to one side and your brown skin so beautiul and seeming smelling of yellow, I done found a feather of the perfume of fragrant imagine that bird as the scent of you were the flowers smell like the rainbow and mint and primrose too.

I never will be blue and then I let everything thing cum through. We collapsed not in frantic but a chaotic fashion as fucked over eyes out across worlds and reality...I never let another scream, I just kept fucking to dream...a good signs of a bright future.......with you.

June 21, 2018

BEDTIME STORIES OF THE FUTURE Once again for the night in the row went out to the movie row finding the place as black and brown you know you know, you know, you know you know you know I reached for the stiletto and then the toe and then I reached up and then I felt and then I felt you and I licked and I looked into folds and into vines and then we became of two similar minds finding and fucking in the movies theaters are funny and the weather is not sunny cold and jackets and sweathers a cold breeze will come and I will learn' stocking off first -do need to repent

do need to repent Fucking in the stalls of a private movie we do not need to repent you know you know you know you know you know you know. you know. o.

You know I would be there to eat cereal and dinner with you and lunch with you and follow the ambition of your arts, a mage of science we could farther on a motorcycle into the rain and then home and fuck all over again.

Again, on the couch and on the floor. And in the room and then in your dorm we'll keep living just as long as you want to you know but we are interrupted by a clock steamed worker though.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

DESOLATION. I, quiet in desolation finding the pride a red circle had become a thorn in our side I made up my mind and I made up my mind again and in desolation finding the pride a ride circle had become a thorn in our side desolation in the grief of what people have endured we can not be as we were and we must fight back.

The steam punkers don't know we do not like that our sunny and yet dark days were happy and fun in many

ways. In many ways.

Desolation, we cannot reach when we never feel it is safe, but one day another reaches for me, and I am just like to be with this Angie obscuring me from the eyes of Jyuera she does not look she does not bother she just lays there somberly after all this fighting what have I been inviting desolation. desolation. desolation.

desolation...

I just had to be taken advantage of too weak to resist, finding maybe it was not me that did not want to not want this I wanted it but as a we, we do not want to do the things we once did before but does anything I meant before mean anything now too weak from hunger push away now desolation in the rain waterfall of the sympathy of the rage of the phantom love that serves to be an ego and title of the infamy of me.

Her whispy hair and eyes black looks down and punishes me. I swear this is how it has to be. As later she bitterly stares at me

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

CONQUEST OF HENRY He told he saw fucking like an eagle the mass of human experience and least of consequence we went to find who the red circle wanted to just kill and warn them of a certain that ill.

Just kill wanted to kill a red circle will any and all hope at all Conquest of henry he laid with each of them and maybe betrayed us all but at least we are alive he told he saw fucking like an eagle was not the mass of human experience

and looks somberly at me to say even closer to me. And then that is when she fucks me.. in title wears and baggy sweatershirt gown and stockings too, clockwork magician thought nothing to truly say-could you? desolation but in rain the growing distant and then cold kind that in an action, like a flicker flame of conflagration becomes a red flame.................desolation warmth in the rain.....!

human experience is warmth and empathy and compassion and can do attitude for those in trouble and he just left us to rot.

Conquest of Henry it may not be no more.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

TREE MONGERS. Living in trees flashing lights of interest and maple leaves of dark deer insight tree mongers fall from the clouds and slash all the animals and they carpenter wear have a city that is somewhere against further the loom of the dark and leans into a natural scene, a park.

The motorcycles run on sun living in trees breathing california needs and finding breathes of living in the trees.

Living in the trees and peaceful playing and loving in the trees, such videogames and movies, a cozy place to live.

Tree mongers fall from the sky as if they are from heaven I think I might die in Natalie Skies arms because this place is so beautiful after that certain betrayal.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

INDIGO WILDERNESS. Indigo Wilderness vs the Banshee. banshee. oh, the banshee.. ryane gets along all too well with Hennessy and Martha, the craft hands of the lands. Nate is a mohawk you can count on. He finds him home in a place of women finding that Juilet is a cute one. finding that the indigo wilderness so haunted by the banshee of many people someone has to be it.

Its a mystery.

Its a may-stery. For what may be a mystery is simple just noticing who is truly a threat and so odd in the haunt and hunt on these ranches

for these overtly extinct wolves back in progression.

In the Indigo Wilderness. banshee oh banshee has come to kill of me.

And no one at the top this barn can even hear or save me, but I fall into the flames of the light of the high fared yellow cabin of the horses below to find an elf chained with a great secret that all is not well you know with Moira nor Elaine.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

RED SCARLETT OF TWISTED MACE. Twisted in agony, attacking in the worst ways made up by deceit and disguised by face. Twisted in agony attacking the worse tways made up by deceit and disguised by face. Twisted in agony.

Red Scarlett of Twisted Mace had a curse that sprung upon you.

Twisted and twisting you until you are red too and scream scarlett in the fall of a kill, a deer drops in the forest and the raucous killer runs off with food.

You become a hunter too, twisted in hunger for singing in the rain that feeds of phanthom

pain of lost emotions to the one you wanted to confess. And possibly undress.

Yet you come to find friends and family and they give a blanket of sheeps that restores sanity before the curse is ever complete.

Red Scarlett of Twisted Mace smiles with a smile on her fucking face.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

THE MODERN MAGIC UNDERGROUND. Tamila Tamita.

Casey Burnesy Makinca Mether These all are the women I know of the modern magic underground, coming town to town yet never failing to be around. I always knew there would be a hype magazine, bike, motor or wheeled, a motion story graphic of song and not and that of magic art they could entail.

The modern magic underground.

The modern magic underground.

These all are the women I know of the modern

magic underground, coming town to town with their mystics and their gifts.

I never thought they would be the ones that I would miss in a savage raid, I come to save them from that Claim and then I find that I am a hero just to them. But one day I will come back for them. To play our games and trades again in the modern magic underground.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

DOOM TARGET. Heather, we run into the Doom Target but yet we can not stay here. the doom target but yet we cannot go here The Doom Target yet we run away from here Doom Target we can not stay here.

A resource of different miniature worlds and people trapped within.

Robots and dogs robotic, Nina Solistice Hypnotic.

The Counter of Red, is alone with Alice of the Dead and Darain Drain is the Vampire alone in a cavern of red.

People trapped in their sights and sounds

in trouble tubes.

A Want Davidson attacks and kills the ego of this being a safe venture. Shot yet by Jamie, he falls off into the lanes of the unknown, but all the yet disappearing leaving a trail of blood but we are the Doom Target, disappearing shortly into the woods.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

THE WILDERNESS. Trapped in a river after running away, there were the Red circle waiting for us to wash away-we set up camp one fucking day, let time wash away in the wilderness and the water-water-waterfall the wilderness, a serious trip- a fall we have to do it all, just to survive against the red circle, the red circle that is our demise.

Demise.

The wilderness. yea. The wilderness. Yea, the wilderness yea.

And that and that is our demise the wilderness yea. The wilderness yea.

The wilderness yea.

The wilderness yea.

That is our demise as we drown in waters of different colors and of outer and inner confliction- some of addiction.

That is our demise but one hand and one hand over and grasp together we come to a ranch in the indigo wilderness.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

THE BANSHEE. Erica Dauntes, were are you know the rancher of the lowest form came to result to murdering in and out and never truly figuring out what life is all about.

The banshee never daunts but always haunts and killing lets out a hollow howl to know that she is always there and then appears unsuspectingly as the cutest imbecile of them all.

Who just wants to be fucked. the banshee only wants the "a" yet knows how to suck the dick, get the "d"s And in AD. This Banshee only wants to fucking kill anyone she cannot see in this horrid vision that be a blasphemy. from the Banshee. The banshee, the blasphemy, blasphemy from the ban-banbanshee.

Running hard we will never escape but one day the back of the horses with break and some will break from the rain and the ray of a rainbow from a mirror carried the banshee burning them up. And killing anyone near.

And that is when the final battle is near.

Stay your grand or stand to be slaughtered like a deer.

Deer. Banshee...the banshee, oh, oh!

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

FIRE FROM HELLICA. The burns never get any better, I am slowly dying cannot control my body as it falls down falling into fog, among the rainbow that kill any horse and man.

I stood in front of her, brash decision think of the jyuera.

I took the blast and I was dead.

Fire from Hellica no, I was not dead.

I was on fire and yet I was a fire boy.

No damages to me.

No damages to see.

That it was happy to be a fire bearing boy.

Fire from Hellica.

Bash the heart of the Banshee into the dust and dirt of the ice that formed in fog that people in floral have no idea at all I am fire boy and I have no doubt at all.

What to do next at all.

What to do next at all.

Break out of this place and feathered the fall.

Into a water fall most of all.

Where someone special waits most of all.

Posted by Sedd maggsnow Nochoriana. June 21, 2018

IN THE WATERFALL. In the waterfall, demons grasp all at me it seems years have passed and we all venture a twisted forest destroy by demons and yet we fight them back and then at the end of the credit of freeing of that forest in that waterfall.

In that waterfall.

We had become different from what was the ideal to die in what as a certain demise... Falling from here was a freedom of the corruption of the past and swimming somewhere better at last. At last. At last. At last.

All the demons gone and their blood even washed away we can leave the forest knowing that it is okay.

In the waterfalls, demons gasped and all as they were burned away, slashed, murdered and assasinated and shown up and in the waterfall finding the answer at the end, in the pool.

She waited, not like a cosmica but a melrose in waiting and she was no fainting and she was the one we had been looking for all along.....

The one we had been looking for all along.

At the end of the waterfall.

HYPE! June 21, 2018

ENTERNET NEWS. Much discovery has been made such that Shark on Campus, Mind Games and Technogothica stories will change considerably. That on your Enternet News dear viewers.

-hint, hint: I liked it better when I wrote for no one.

June 21, 2018

EGYPT 99 One crazy individual thinks that this is all about them but really it is not.

The following story spans many ideas and characters.

Although I would like to think that this individual was not crazy and someone else, she was indeed and shows in determination to design to even understand anything here with explanation and based off their own consort.

June 21, 2018

MORNINGS. SWEET BANG GOTHIV. A collection of ideas of Mornings, sweet bang brought to you by GOTHIV. Why have any feelings at all or any consideration for people and their culture and self when you can have GOTHIV and just believe its right to just treat them anyway and support people who hate them. GOTHIV, for the outsider in you.