Friday, October 31, 2008
A STRANGE REPORT.
During the night, the boy was awakened by a loud male voice. He couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but it sounded angry and was addressing the grandmother lying beside him
The next morning, he asked his grandmother, "What was that voice in the bedroom last night?"
His grandmother, with tears in her eyes, pulled him tightly to her andsaid, "That was the devil." She said nothing more about the episode,but she did insist that her son take her back to her own home immediately. It was an unreasonable request, and her son tried to talkher out of it. But the grandmother was adamant, and finally her son agreed to take her home the following day.
A regression session was arranged, and in the course of the hypnosis, he was asked to look at that childhood experience. What he recalled was an abduction in which he and his grandmother were taken to a space craft in the company of reptilian aliens. He remembered the aliens telling his grandmother that they were interested in learning about her knowledge of medicinal herbs.
And they offered to exchange medical information of their own.
They gave the boy and the grandmother a liquid to drink, explaining that it was beneficial and would make the grandmother feel young and attractive again. So both of them drank the liquid, and the man remembered seeing his grandmother indeed looking much younger. That was the extent of his recollection.
Both he and Ms. Bartholic, who was conducting the regression, were puzzled by this, because there was nothing in the episode to account for the guilt he had felt about the grandmother's death. So Ms. Bartholic deepened the man's trance level and asked him to look at itagain, with much clearer vision. And what he then recalled was much more disturbing.
The abduction, at first, followed his initial recollection. But when the liquid was drunk, he now remembered a very strong feeling of change in his body. And he saw that the grandmother didn't actually look younger. Instead, she was placed on a table and approached by one ofthe reptilian aliens who wanted to have intercourse with her. The liquid had acted as an aphrodisiac, yet the grandmother resisted and said that since her husband's death she would not have sex with anyone.The reptilian laughed and disappeared from the room momentarily. When he returned, he was accompanied by a man who looked exactly like the dead husband.
At this point, the grandmother agreed to have sex, but as the act was in progress, she suddenly realized that the image of her dead husband was a cruel illusion. It was actually the reptilian on top of her, and she cried out in great resistance for him to leave her alone. Once he was finished with her, he lifted up the little boy and placed him ontop of the grandmother, forcing another sex act upon the both of them.
Then the grandmother was removed from the table and the little boy wasvictimized himself by the reptilian, forced to have anal and oral sex.The grandmother protested violently, pushing the reptilian away from her grandson and interposing her body between them. "By Jesus," she shouted, "you will not touch this boy!"
That must have been the wrong thing to say, because the reptilian became very angry and threatened her. "You will die for that!" he told her, and the two people were returned to the bedroom from which they'd been taken. The next morning, the grandmother told the little boy that the devil had been there the night before, and that was when she insisted upon being taken home. And, as it turned out, she did die immediately thereafter.
This, then, was the cause of the man's lifelong sense of guilt abouther death. He had been forced to have sex with her, and her death had followed shortly after.
Pleasant Screams
xxooxx
Sidney B
"I fall down"
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
"Ask your mommy if you can come out and prey"
"TEEN BABES FROM SPACE"
Code Blue
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I never got along with the boys at my school
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
They'd pile all their problems on my head
I'd rather go out and fuck the dead
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
And I don't even care how he died...
But I like it better if he smells of formaldehyde!
Never do they nag or say leave me alone
They don't scream and they don't moan
Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Rate My Space!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
"I did a boy"
Teen Babe's From Sapce
Written by: Sidney B.
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I did a boy
I did a boy, he was so fine, did not owe a dime.
I did a boy, we were too young, his mom told us so.
I did a boy, he had a car, we went real far.
I did a boy
I did a boy, he had cute shoes, he wore them while nude
I did a boy, he was tall, but so so small
I did a boy, he was married, I thought he said "Merry"
I did a boy
I did a boy, his hair was real red, he was a real red
I did a boy, he bought me shots, so I shot back
I did a boy, he was strong, he'd beat and beat my thing
I did a boy
I did a boy, he was so kinky, I left stinky
I did a boy, he was uncut, I was "oh hum"
I did a boy, he was cute, his dad was way hot
I did a boy
I did a boy, he gave me drugs, I gave me hugs
I did a boy, he was harry, but not that scary
I did a boy, he was huge, I'd walk real funny
I did a boy
I did a boy, he's a rock star, but could not pop my star
I did a boy, he'd like to bottom, I did him often
I did a boy, he got my name wrong, he'd scream it loudly, "OH JESUS!"
I did a boy
I did a boy, his name was Terry, my favorite fairy
I did a boy, he had a boyfriend, I did him too
I did a boy, we were well dressed, then we undressed
I did a boy
I did a boy, he was quite a fellow, he'd like to swallow
I did a boy, he said "I'm a breeder", as he sat on my wiener
I did a boy, he said he'd kill me, I found him thrilling
I did a boy, I did a boy, I did a boy.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
"Sometimes I need the poo knife"
We can only sit a couple guests at a time, but we plan on getting to the lot of you. If you and a guest would like to get on the "Dystopia Candlelight Supper" guest list, write to the comments section.
Bon Appétit!
xxooxx
Sidney B