The Right to Keep and Bear ARMS

Why do people think that the Second Amendment only applies to guns? It explicitly states "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed." According to the dictionary, one of the definitions of the word, arms, is "weapons collectively". When the Constitution was being written, firearm technology was rather primitive. The guns of the era could only fire once before needing to be reloaded. This meant that you had to have some backup weapon available in case you either couldn't reload in time or your gun failed to fire at all. When you look at the Second Amendment correctly, it gives you the right to bear arms other than those of the firearm variety. Now obviously, some common sense must be used here. Certain weapons should only be used by trained military and/or police personnel. But I do believe that the average citizen has the right to carry a weapon for the purpose of self defense. The problem is doing so could get you in trouble with the police. Somehow I don't think quoting the Second Amendment to them will help make your case to them.

Another Gun Related Tragedy

With the tragic killing of 28 people, including the shooter, the events at the Newtown, Connecticut elementary school are the latest in a string of mass killings that have occurred this year. It gets added to the list that includes the Aurora, Colorado theater slayings, the deaths at the Sikh Temple in Cudahy, the mall shootings in Oregon and the deaths at the Azana Salon and Spa in Milwaukee. We're racking up quite a grisly little total here, aren't we? Wonder what the Gun Lobby is going to say about this. They like to say that guns don't kill people, people kill people. True, but guns make it easier for people to kill people. It's a whole lot easier to kill many people quickly when you have sufficient firepower. Think about it. How easy would it be to kill a large group of people using a knife? Something needs to be done. The Gun Lobby has to realize that there's a problem here that needs to be addressed. They have to realize that some measure of compromise is necessary in order to keep guns out of the hands of disturbed individuals. Sadly, they view any attempt at regulation as the first step in taking guns away from everyone.

Secessionist Talk

Since Pres. Obama was reelected, the citizens of several states having been signing petitions seeking having their state secede from the union. These sore fucking losers can't stand the fact that their candidate lost. When Gore lost his presidential bid because the Supreme Court gave Florida to Bush after the dangling chad incident, we liberals were told to stop whining and accept the fact that Gore lost. Now these same self righteous bastards want to secede from the Union because they don't like Obama. Here's my answer to them. Leave. Pack up your shit, find a car, plane, train or boat and get the fuck out. You whiny assholes don't like the fact that not only did Romney lose, he lost by a wide margin and none of you can claim election fraud or point to any dangling chads. All that money those sanctimonious rich cocksuckers spent to try to buy the election. All the shit Republicans tried to pull to disenfranchise Democratic voters. Wasted. So now you whine, bitch, piss, moan and complain about how you want out. So go. Leave and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. The more of you that leave means that there'll be less of you voting in the next election. That means more Democrats will get elected to office and we'll finally get something done. Republicans have spent the last four years doing everything they can to make Obama a one term president. They were more interested in acquiring power than they were in helping get the economy back on track. That's why you lost.

Marijuana Laws

In the last election, two states, Washington and Colorado, legalized the possession of up to an ounce of marijuana for recreational use. Since this conflicts with federal law, it remains to be seen if it stays in force or gets overturned. Now, from what I know, marijuana isn't that dangerous a drug. I take it to be on the same level as alcohol. Since alcohol is legal, I see no reason why marijuana shouldn't be legal as well. Other drugs like heroin, cocaine, meth and such are far more dangerous both physically and psychologically and should remain illegal. If it hasn't been done already, a comprehensive study should be done on marijuana. We need to know if it has legitimate medical uses or not. We also need to know about any and all detrimental effects it has on the human body.

Taboo Zentai Segment

  Here's the Taboo zentai segment from the National Geographics channel.

  Mike

Getting Old

At 4:42pm CST today, I officially turned 51. I'm officially an old fuck. I didn't do much today. I whipped up a triple batch of Mudder's Milk using the recipe I downloaded from the Serenity movie web site a few years back. Serenity is a great movie that came out of the great TV series, Firefly. I highly recommend watching them both. The entire Firefly series and Serenity are available on DVD. The two new zentai and hood I ordered arrived today. Their arrival was delayed a bit due to the order being missent. Tomorrow, I'm going to go see the new Bond movie, Skyfall, and dine at the Hibachi Grill.

Halloween Costumes

Halloween will soon be here. It's one of my favorite holidays. I enjoy the fantasy of it. I like seeing the costumes people wear. From time to time, I've dressed up for Halloween. I dressed up as King Diamond for a party some years back and last year I was the wrestler Mankind at Glenn's party. When I do dress up, I don't do cute. I can't stand cute costumes unless kids are wearing them. I'd rather wear something scary, cool or unusual. I also like costumes that hide who I am. Something with a really cool mask. Zentai make great Halloween costumes because they make you anonymous. Not all the zentai designs are to my liking though. Patterns that would make me look like an oversized puppy I won't wear. The same goes for zentai sporting animal ears and a tail. And the garment must cover my entire body. Once it's zipped up, there must be no openings. Granted this makes it harder to see and I'd have to unmask to eat anything, but I like being totally hidden. I ordered two more zentais recently. The order was placed mid October but it was delayed due to the Halloween rush. My original order was for a desert camouflage design for one and a cracked earth design for the other. Unfortunately, Zentai Box can no longer get the cracked earth design. I replaced it with a blue and white wavy striped pattern. It had a sort of cold themed supervillain vibe to it. Because of the problems I had with the metallic zentai I ordered a while back, they said they'd give me a discount. I asked them if they'd give me a free black metallic hood instead and they agreed. I also got another discount because the blue and white wavy striped zentai costs a little more than the cracked earth design. And the great thing is they suggested this design as a replacement. I can't wait for the order to arrive. It will be a great birthday present. Mike

Republicans on Rape: Updated

Some members of the Republican Party seem to have a real knack for putting their feet in their mouths when it comes to the subject of rape. Todd Akin's comment that women who are "legitimately raped" can somehow turn off their reproductive organs and not become pregnant not only reveals his disdain of women, it also reveals a profound lack of understanding of female anatomy and physiology. Does this fucking moronic jackass really believe the shit spewing out of his mouth? Then we have the comment made by Richard Mourdock that "even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that is something that God intended to happen." So I'm to understand that if God really wants a woman to get pregnant, he might arrange for that to happen via rape. God so wants her to conceive and bear a child that he arranges for her to suffer the physical and psychological trauma of being raped. Am I to take it then that we shouldn't prosecute said rapist because he's doing the Lord's work? Did you suffer some sort of brain trauma as a child, Mr. Mourdock or are you as fucking stupid as the rest of your Republican brethren? In the Republican Party platform it states that they are against in vitro fertilization. So if a woman wants to have baby via this method, they won't let her do it. But if she gets pregnant as the result of being raped, she must carry her little gift from God to term. I find it difficult to believe that there are women that actually support the Republican Party but I guess some of them are that stupid. The Republicans' desire to have absolute control over females' reproductive choices borders on the pathologically misogynistic. Who gave these sick fucking jerk-offs the right to take away a woman's reproductive choices?

   I found a Daily Kos article that included a revised version of Republican Rape Advisory chart that was created by Connecticutie.

Hatred: Self or Otherwise

There are times when I wish the entire world would fuck itself in the ass sideways with a dead cat. I get tired of dealing with the moronic twits populating this insignificant little dirt ball and wish that I could cull them from the herd and kill them just because I want them dead. That's not too much to ask is it? I admit that it's a tad megalomaniacal to desire such a thing. So what? I'm not the only person to ever think such thoughts. Of course there are times when my hatred turns inward and I wonder why I bother continuing my worthless existence. I constantly feel like I don't belong anywhere which makes it damn difficult to try new things. I always feel like I'm being judged. I figure that rejection is inevitable so I don't waste the time. I can't get comfortable in most social situations. I used to be more optimistic about my future. I thought I was smart. I thought said intelligence would get me a good education and a decent job. I have a B.S. in chemistry. What do I have to show for it? Nothing. I work in a grocery store. I've wasted my potential. I've made too many stupid decisions in my life. The question before me now is can I salvage something decent from this or am I just engaging in an act of futility?

Manufactured Holidays

I hate manufactured holidays like Sweetest Day. The only reason it exists is to sell cards, candy and crap like that. Isn't Valentine's Day enough? And the burden for all this shit is on the guy, never the woman. Why does the guy constantly have to put up with this? If he really loves her, she knows it. All this commercial crap doesn't change that. Of course, all this is coming from a bitter, lonely cynic. Holidays like this remind me of the fact that I have no one in my life. My present situation makes the prospect of that changing unlikely. By the time I get my life straightened out, I'll be too old to even consider starting a relationship.

Intelligent Design Bullshit

In this past Sunday's Journal Times, there was an article about Republican congressman Rep. Paul Broun. In it, he called evolution, embryology and the Big Bang Theory "lies straight from the pit of hell". This man is a certifiable right wing religious zealot nut job. It's ignorant assholes like this that undermine legitimate science by continuously foisting off religious superstition as science to a largely gullible and ignorant public. Intelligent Design is a failed theory but because most people know little if anything about evolution, con artists and charlatans continue their "teach the controversy" bullshit. The reason these people do this is simple, money and power. Keep the public ignorant so they can be more easily controlled. Keep them believing that there's a great invisible being in the sky that constantly watches them to make sure they're not sinning. And, of paramount importance, get them to believe that they're this being's representatives on Earth and if you send them money they'll see to it that you get into Heaven. Intelligent Design needs to be thrown in the scrap heap with the rest of the failed theories. Its proponents need to be discredited and thrown out of the scientific community. This willful preying upon the ignorant by these fucking jackals must be brought to an end. Religious superstition has no place in science. 'Nuff said.

The Mask of NHGH!!

Here's my latest YouTube video. Mike

Relationships

  I no longer see myself as ever being involved in a relationship. This is primarily because I don't exist as far as women are concerned. They don't view me as a potential partner so I don't waste the time pursuing them. I don't need that much rejection in my life. I've pretty much come to grips with fact that I'm unappealing to them. I figure every women that has ever laid eyes on me shot me down inside a few seconds.
  This means that I'm going to be spending a lot of time by myself. Nothing new, I've gotten used to being by myself. I've gone to movies alone, the Ren Faire alone. I've even attended Gen Con alone. This is my life, welcome to it.
  Being alone also means no sex life. Again nothing new. Want to hear a bit of stunning news? Ever hear of the 40 Year Old Virgin? Add almost 11 years and you've got me, the guy no woman wants to touch. Yay. This is result of a lifetime of being told by people that I was a nobody. The number of friends I had as a teenager could be counted on one hand even if two fingers were cut off. It's taken me a long time to acquire what little social life I have. My lack of extensive interaction with women has left me socially and emotionally stunted when it comes to them. Throw in some hard wired fetishes acquired over the years and my chances of having a meaningful relationship with a woman asymptotically approaches nonexistence. I debated releasing this bit of news because of who might end up reading it but then I thought "Who fucking cares?". It's unlikely that anyone I know will ever read this blog and if they did, so what? I really doubt that any of this will be all that new to them.
  Hell there are times I'm amazed that I have any friends at all. I'm amazed anyone bothers to read the poetry I've posted here and on Deviant Art. I actually have two watchers on Deviant Art. Two. Will wonders never cease? And three YouTube subscribers. People follow me on Twitter. How is it that someone so insignificant in the grand scheme of things has people reading his insane little rants? Anyone reading this who cares to weigh in on this matter can feel free to drop me a line via the comments portion of this blog.
  That's all for now. This is the Right Reverend Mike, Head Honcho and sole member of the Fellowship of The Eternal Dobbs Pipe Clench, signing off.

The Fox Propaganda Network

  The Fox "News" network is little more than a bunch of propagandists working for Rupert Murdoch. He tells his little monkeys who he doesn't like and they hurl their verbal feces at them. They're the real world version of Orwell's Ministry of Truth. They're liars, sociopaths and hypocrites. They talk about American values while spreading their message of hate and bigotry. Their version of freedom is everyone thinking and acting like them. They undermine legitimate science in their efforts to ram their religious beliefs down everyone's throats. They manipulate their largely ignorant audience into buying the poisonous swill they're peddling. And what's worse is they have the unmitigated gall to whine when the other legitimate news services call them on their lies. That's Fox "News", the tabloid rag of network news.

Violence

Violence

Violence is golden

Or so man has thought

Since days that are olden

To those that are not.

Violence is power

Or so we believe.

The thought makes one cower

On one’s very knees.

It sickens my heart

To see so noble a race

Fallen to ruin and abject disgrace.

Suicide

Suicide

Jumping out a window.

Slitting one’s own wrists.

Sometimes people do this

When the pain of life persists.

Committing hara kiri,

Taking sleeping pills.

That’s just two sure fire ways

Of curing all life’s ills.

Hanging at the end of a rope

Or a bullet through the head.

Life will just keep going on

Until we are all dead.

R'lyeh

R’lyeh

Hidden in the ocean’s depths

Away from human eyes.

A city lies beneath the waves

Away from starlit skies.

Few men have ever seen this isle

And gone away still sane.

The angles there work on the mind

And try to warp your brain.

At the top, a great door sits

As the entry to a tomb.

But it would be more correct to say

That it’s Great Cthulhu’s womb.

When the stars are right again

Cthulhu will be free.

And he will then rule all the world

In perverse depravity.

So if some day you’re on a boat

Enjoying the light of day.

Perhaps you’d like to visit him

In the corpse city of R’lyeh.

Revenant: An Easter Sunday of Sorts

Revenant: An Easter Sunday of Sorts

Life? Unlife.

Dead? Undead.

After three days on the inverted cross

My undead eyes again see

The world that crucified me for my nonconformity.

Pain? No pain.

Love? No, hate.

Slowly I struggle to pull myself free

So I can get my revenge.

I will track them down and slaughter them all.

My beliefs I will avenge.

Peace? No, war.

Hell? Heaven.

My revenant now stalks the land

With only just one goal.

To show them the error of their ways

As this servant of death takes his toll.

Rebuttal: The Infernal Diatribe

Rebuttal: The Infernal Diatribe

Listen pious hypocrites

To the pronouncement of your foes.

Too long has mankind suffered

Your madness, torment and woe.

You inflict death and pain

 In the most holy name of God.

We of the left hand path

Find your behavior rather odd.

You declare all pleasures

To be the vilest of sins.

Not to be indulged lest

The torment of Hell begins.

You speak your pious lies

And at us you point the finger.

So none of your flock will notice

That corruption, around you, lingers.

You call Satan the accuser

And that he certainly shall be!

Your lying ways shall be exposed

For all the world to see!

Your time in the light is fading.

And it’s easy to understand why.

Your brainwashed slaves are revolting

And they will make you die!

Psyanide

Psyanide

Numbing poison can’t stay sane.

It’s gnawing, gnawing at my brain.

A cure I cannot seem to find

To start the healing of my mind.

Depression, anger, fear and hate

My feelings I cannot relate.

I feel so cut off and alone.

This feeling numbing to the bone.

I want to escape from this hell

Before hearing my death knell.

So running, running off I go.

Where my mind is, I don’t know.

Finally gasping my last breath

I found serenity in death.

And when you ask them how I died

 They’ll tell you it was psyanide.

Padded Cell Modes of Thought

Padded Cell Modes of Thought

Protection in extremis

Lest we think and not obey.

Limit

Scarify

Debone

Narrow the parameters.

Thoughtcrime interruptus.

Regulate

Censor

Expunge

Out of sight, out of mind.

Think not for yourself.

Pare down

Eliminate

Remove

Padded cells of thought

Lock us away from reality.

One Life

One Life

Born

Used

Abused

Denied

Rejected

Ignored

Angry

Resentful

Depressed

Suicidal

Dead

Buried

The End

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper lived in London

Late in the 1880’s.

He was known throughout the land

As the killer of scarlet ladies.

He roamed the streets in dead of night

Giving harlots such a fright

Before they died beneath his knife.

Catherine Eddowes, “Long Liz” Stride

Many others also died

When they met with Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper, Jack the Ripper

With his knife so sharp.

Had a touch more delicate

Than one who plays the harp.

Who is he, this mastermind?

It won’t be known for the rest of time.

Irrational Fear

Irrational Fear

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet

Eating veal and drinking Dry Sack.

Along came a spider

That sat down beside her.

She died of a heart attack.

Jack was nimble.

Jack was quick.

Jack avoided all candlesticks.

His friends made him jump it

As part of a joke.

The candle fell over.

They went up in smoke.

Humpty Dumpty didn’t delight

In going up to very great heights.

One day he decided to conquer his fear.

He fell down and died from the uppermost tier.

Holier Than Thou (Righteous Indignation)

Holier than Thou (Righteous Indignation)

We the righteous, the God fearing

Are here to pass judgment on you.

 We will decide what is right and wrong

And determine what’s false and true.

To keep you from committing sins

We’ve taken away all choice.

When we educate you our way

Only our opinions you’ll voice.

All things we find offensive

We’ll burn up or we’ll smash

And throw it in a sewage pit

With all the rest of the trash.

Do not ever question us

And remember, judge us not.

Or as sure as there is Heaven and Earth

Your soul, in Hell, will rot.

Gwar

Gwar

A vigintillion years ago

The Master took a shit.

His excrement he gathered nigh.

Our universe he made from it.

When it came time to wipe his ass

He cleansed his hole with war.

 The scumdogs cloned to do the job

Were a mighty band called Gwar.

Plasma cannons at the ready

 The scumdogs stormed ahead.

A juggernaut of mass destruction.

Whole systems wound up dead.

Afraid of their increasing power,

 The Master had them banished.

Sent to far off distant world

Where they all but vanished.

For many countless centuries,

They trod upon the Earth.

And from fucking all the goddamn apes,

To the human race, gave birth.

For this, and many other things,

They were encased in ice.

But from their dark and frozen tomb,

They steeped mankind in vice.

Then glamfags with their aerosol

Played a most important role.

By destroying lots of ozone,

In the sky, they made a hole.

Once thawed out, they chanced to find,

A human in their lair.

It was Sleazy P. Martini

Entrepreneur extraordinaire.

With promises of drugs and sex

He formed a metal band.

And with guitars a thrashing

They stormed out across the land.

To gather all the souls they need

Their fans they have to kill.

And turn the souls to turd bricks

Until, the anal cave they fill.

When the anal cave can hold no more

With a rumble much like thunder,

The World Maggot will come to life

And rip the world asunder.

Riding upon the Maggot’s back

To the heavens, Gwar will fly.

And when they find the Master

His anus they’ll deep fry.

Dying Inside

Dying Inside

It started out when I was young

And slowly took its toll.

Like a cancer it began

The necrosis of my soul.

All feelings of compassion killed

By bitterness and hate.

My capacity to love

 Was rendered insensate.

Truth and honesty don’t exist.

They’ve simply eroded away.

All that’s left now is a void

And the putrid stench of decay.

My soul’s dead. My body lives.

But neither one can rest in peace.

No quiescence can be found.

The torment simply will not cease.

The necrosis of my soul

Has made my life so depraved

That I can’t wait to join it

In some ignominious grave.

Another Little Prayer

Another Little Prayer

Now you’re lying down asleep.

Your soul is mine. The rest you keep.

And if you die before you wake

The rest I will most surely take.

Mass Killings and Gun Control

The shootings that occurred at the Aurora, Colorado movie theater has once again sparked the debate about gun control. Many are wondering why it's possible for people to buy assault weapons and high capacity clips. I'm also wondering why only 60% of gun sales require a background check and seven day waiting period. Some pro gun people are saying that if other people had been armed, the attack may have lessened or even stopped entirely. There's just one problem with this scenario and it's that most people have little to no combat training. Shooting at static targets that don't shoot back hardly prepares someone for a firefight in a darkened theater with a gun wielding psychopath tossing gas canisters and shooting at anything that moves. Hunting skills are equally useless because game animals don't shoot back either. The only people equipped to deal with situations like this are those with extensive military and/or police training. The government is doing little to address the problem. They're so afraid of angering the gun lobby, especially during an election year, that they won't make any recommendations. The assault weapons ban that Pres. Clinton signed into law has been allowed to lapse. It is highly unlikely that anything like it will be made into law anytime soon. The only suggestion that has been made is that wearing costumes should be banned at theaters. That's these fucking idiots answer to the problem. How many mass killers were wearing costumes when they committed their crimes? None. I'm not worried about somebody dressing up like the Joker when they go to see a Batman movie. When I went to see Phantom Menace, there were people dressed as Sith and Jedi having mock lightsaber fights outside the theater. A bunch of cosplayers having fun is no threat to the general public. The government and the gun lobby need to come together and work things out. While I'm in favor of the Second Amendment, some form of regulation must be enforced. The general public should not have access to every type of firearm made. Some of them should only be in the hands of trained military or police personnel.

Second YouTube video

Here's my second YouTube video. Mike

SuvwI' Hegh (Death of a Warrior)

SuvwI’ Hegh

Yotlh luteb lommey

nIteb Heghpu’wI’pu’ yoSDaq Qam tlhIngan

tajDaj lo’taHvIS jaghpu’ HIv ghaH

batlh Suv ghaH

nom luDech ‘e’ jaghpu’ HoH ghaH

‘ach ghaH tlhetlhchoH Suv

HeghmoH DuQ’oy’

porghvo’ mej yIndaj ‘Iw

ghaH DoQlaHbe’ veqlargh

Heghpu’wI’pu quv muv ghaH

 

Death of a Warrior

The field is covered with corpses.

A lone Klingon stands among the dead.

Knife in hand, he attacks the enemy.

He fights with honor.

Swiftly, he kills the enemy around him

But the fight goes against him.

Fatally stabbed, his lifeblood

leaves his body.

Fek’lhr can’t claim him.

He joins the honored dead.

  This is my first Klingon language poem. It's in two forms; Romanized Klingon and the translation into Terran English. I wanted to display the poem in KLI pIqaDmey but in order for you to see it properly, the pIqaDmey fonts would have to be installed on your computer.

Slasher Flick Mentality

Slasher Flick Mentality

Go put on your hockey mask

And don those finger knives.

We’re going to have a lot of fun

Ending people’s lives.

We might do it at a campground

Or kill them in their dreams.

It is so delightful

To watch them writhe and scream.

There’s such joy in terror

That is damn close to obscene.

We’re in our own way necrophiles

While we sit staring at the screen.

Hide your eyes and cover your head.

Or you might look up and find yourself dead.

In your imagination

While he does his grisly task

Are you the helpless victim

Or the one wearing the mask?

Epitaph

Epitaph

I stood before the grave

Lost and all alone.

Staring at the time worn words

Carved into the stone.

Who were these words written for?

Who lies inside entombed?

Whose soul is it that sleeps within

This dark and earthy womb?

“Herein lies all that remains

Of one lost and lonely soul.

He yearned so much for happiness

But could not achieve his goal.

So, in despair, he took his life

And, in death, his spirit roamed.

Until, at last, he arrived here.

Hello and welcome home.”

Dementia

Dementia

Wailing, screaming, howling in the night.

I toss and turn in abject fright.

The terror of nightmares had come upon me.

Scenes of revulsion were all I could see.

Arms and legs and pools of blood

I was standing waist deep in the sickening crud.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get free.

Those goddamn arms kept pulling at me.

As they pulled me deeper, the fear in me grew.

I’ll drown for sure in this pit of goo.

Suddenly, I awoke with a start.

I hit my head. Oh how it did smart.

Up from my bed, oh how I did spring.

I was up until my alarm did ring.

Cuts

Cut wide, cut deep

Into the rug will seep

My blood.

No hope, regrets.

I can’t ever forget

The pain.

Life ebbs away.

Death has become my way

To peace.

Alcohol haze

Numbing my last few days

 Limbo.

Nonentity

Is my reality.

I’ve failed.

I don’t exist

I’ve slit open my wrists

And died.

Crucifixion

Crucifixion: An Ode to Conformity

“Heretic! Heretic!

Hit him with lead pipe and brick!”

Heavy metal martyr

Caught up in the storm.

The only crime committed

Was that I didn’t conform.

You worship Satan!

Your soul has been lost!

Nail this fool

 To the inverted cross!

You went against the status quo

And didn’t follow commands.

For such a crime

Drive some stakes through his hands!

We say go forward

And instead you retreat.

Such defiance has earned you

A stake through your feet!

You poisoned our minds

By speaking your dreck.

You’ll be silenced forever

By a stake through your neck!

Sex for procreation.

To do otherwise is sick!

Ram another stake home

Into this heathen’s prick!

You can’t beat us

You worthless upstart!

For your pathetic beliefs

You get a stake through your heart!

Why should I put up

With such abuse

When honesty’s been

My only excuse?

My First YouTube Video

A short while back I uploaded my first YouTube. Here it is . Mike

The first suit

The standard black zentai arrived yesterday. It fit BEAUTIFULLY!! Those custom measurements I sent to Zentai Box worked nicely. The only minor problem I had was when it came time to zip up the suit. I'm not especially flexible and it was hard to reach the lower zipper pull when it got in between my shoulder blades. I ended up running a short length of cord through the zipper pull to form a loop. Then I used my plastic crook hook to catch the loop so I could pull it up. The top zipper pull was less of a problem. I love the way the suit feels against my skin. The suit gently constricts itself around my entire body. All tactile and visual sensations are blunted by the suit. I wore a second hood under the zentai hood. It's made of black spandex with mesh covered eye holes. That way if I need to see better, I can pull down the zentai hood and still remain masked. What's the fun in wearing zentai if you're not anonymous? I loved the way it felt so much that I decided to sleep in it last night. I can't wait for the other two suits to arrive. The metallic black suit is already in the mail. It hasn't left China yet though. The camouflage suit is still being made. I'm considering wearing the camouflage zentai to the Bristol Renaissance Faire if I get a chance to go this year. While drinking wouldn't be much of a problem, eating poses some difficulties. I don't want to get food stains on my suit. Of course I could fill up before I go thus negating the need to eat there. I'll work things out when the time comes.

Zentai suits

As of this posting, I have three zentai suits on order; a standard black one, a metallic black one and a camouflage one. The first one should be arriving in the next day or two. This waiting is driving me nuts. I really want to see what it's like to wear one, to be totally enveloped inside it. Anonymous. I eventually would like to get more suits in different styles but this is a nice start. None of them will have eye or mouth openings as that would ruin the anonymity. I want to be featureless, blank. A hood with eye openings will be bought that I can wear under the zentai suit's hood for those instances where I need to see better. Come to think of it, I already have a spandex hood that might work. It has mesh screens over the eyes. I hope the measurements I gave them work. I want my zentai to fit nice and snug against my body like a second skin. I don't know if I'll be wearing them in public anytime soon. My fetishes have always been private matters that I've been reluctant to tell others about until recently. No one at work knows about this blog, my YouTube account or my Deviant Art account. The only people that know anything about them are people I've met through them. I prefer it that way. I confess though, that it might be interesting to go to the Renaissance Faire wearing the camouflage zentai. I wonder if it would draw as much attention as that time I wore the Viking helmet there. A YouTube friend suggested that I post some videos of me wearing my zentai to my YouTube account. Sounds like a cool idea. I won't show my face though. It's that whole anonymity thing. I'll also post some pics on the blog and maybe on Deviant Art. That's all for now. Mike

If Only for a Little While

If Only for a Little While

The sweet embrace of hempen bonds

Hug your body tight.

One would upon beholding you

Wonder about your plight.

Sealed lips so silken soft

Utter such wondrous sounds.

A sigh, a moan, a whimper.

You’re so pleasing when you’re bound.

Gentle caresses bathe your form.

Light kisses on your cheek.

I am your eternal lover.

Your pleasure’s all I seek.

Beautiful hetaera

The stars, upon you, smile.

I wish only to possess you.

If only for a little while.

Love Bondage

Love Bondage

Hempen webbing interlacing

The female form it is encasing.

Binding ankles, thighs and wrists

Around her body bends and twists.

Lying there in roped restraint

The woman offers ne’er a complaint.

And now the woman, still compliant

Let’s her mouth be rendered silent

By the gag that’s strapped in place

Highlighting the beauty of her face.

Your form, in bondage, now is rendered.

My love, to you, I have surrendered.

The Dream Malefic

The Dream Malefic

I dream the Dream Malefic.

A dream of terrors to come.

A nightmare to society.

A little of the old red rum.

I am the part malignant.

A part most black and vile.

Can you see me lurking there

Behind his cryptic smile?

I am his heart of madness.

The harbinger of hate.

The keening of the banshee

That foretells your final fate.

Such is the Dream Malefic.

The dream of terrors to come.

A fantasy for most.

Dark reality to some.

Status Quo & Status Woes

Status Quo

Live on your knees, conform.

Always obey the norm.

No honesty, reform

Or your mind we’ll deform.

Your thoughts are not free form.

Live on your knees, conform!

Status Woes

Die on your feet, rebel.

Posers belong in Hell.

We know the lies they tell.

Our anger they can’t quell

Until, in graves, they dwell.

Die on your feet, rebel!

Splinter in a Mind's I

Splinter in a Mind’s I

I’m losing all identity.

Why I can’t explain.

A subtle mental entropy

Erodes away my brain.

Fragmenting is reality

Like shards of broken glass.

I feel like I’m falling

Into a deep crevasse.

The terror is so numbing

That I cannot even scream

Is there no escape from

This nihilistic dream?

The hammer descends once again.

The splinters go off flying

I’m sinking ever downwards

And my sanity is dying.

I can’t fight off this madness

No matter how I try.

The reason is quite simple.

I’ve a splinter in my I.

Odds and Ends

Odds and Ends

Deprivation,

Mutilation.

Masochist’s delight.

Insulation,

Gravitation.

Unimportant, trite.

Motivation,

Exultation

Makes me want to write.

Automation

And Creation

Makes the world alright.

Not so Innocent Exile

Not so Innocent Exile

I’m the outcast pariah

The leper messiah

The eternally wandering fool.

I’m the object of scorn

You wished had never been born.

I’m Fate’s unwilling tool.

I’m the speaker of words

That have yet to be heard.

My soul you have defiled.

You accuse me of crimes

Using words so sublime

I stand before you reviled.

I want to make peace

But you tell me to cease.

We cannot be reconciled.

Forever will I be

The person that you see

The not so innocent exile.

Messiah Complex

Messiah Complex

If you seek deliverance.

I am here.

If oppression is your lot.

Do not fear.

Heed my words and you’ll be free.

Liberate

My plans are now in motion.

Orchestrate

Disobey and be enslaved.

Imprisoned

Follow me, know Paradise.

Envisioned

I’m the leader of mankind.

Messiah

Follow or be cast aside.

Pariah

Interlude

Interlude

No light, just dark.

No sound, but hark

What is that?

One soul’s despair.

Why should I care?

Let it rot.

You ask me why

I let it die.

It was mine.

If Mine Eye Offends

If Mine Eye Offends

If my words aren’t orthodox

Admonish me to silence.

If I can’t enforce the status quo

Grind me under with violence.

If I protest your tyranny

Convert me to your cause with pain.

If still I cannot see the light

Feel free to drive me insane.

If my philosophy’s nonsense

Then tell me what life’s all about.

And if mine eye offends thee

Then, by all means, tear it out.

Idle Thoughts

Idle Thoughts

Is what we see reality

Or is it all illusion?

Is there any sense of certainty?

Or is it all confusion?

There is no stability

Just chaos in profusion.

We’re ruled by insanity

And by our own delusions.

Eris Esoteric

Eris Esoteric

Reality

Thermoplastic

Not thermosetting.

The second law applies.

5=6

The Devil

The Rose and the Cross.

Get it?

How did Isis resurrect Osiris?

The Middle Pillar.

You figure it out.

Is it subjective objectivity

Or objective subjectivity?

Is this duplicity, complicity,

Synchronicity or conspiracy?

The Key

The Gate

The Guardian of the Gate.

One, all. All, one.

In the end there’s only chaos.

There is logic in everything.

Illogic

You can make sense of anything.

Nonsense.

“Is Eris true?”

“Everything is true.”

“Even false things?”

“Even false things are true.”

“How can that be?”

“I don’t know, man. I didn’t do it.”

Malaclypse the Younger, K.S.C.

Invoke often.

Banish often.

The Law of Opposites

The dichotomy of a concept

The True Rite of the Dying God

Yin-yang

The Sacred Chao

Identify fully with the victim.

Anything less than death,

That is complete oblivion,

Simply will not work.

One eye opening.

One hand clapping

Never whistle while you’re pissing.

Hail Eris. All hail Discordia.

O.M.F.

Ask me no questions

And I’ll tell you no lies.

The End. Fnord.