Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

Acid Lightning Jester

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Entertainment is the key.

Causing pain is glee.

Illumination of the sun above costs a fee.

My spells can help you become famous and rich, don’t you see?

Just add a hint of blood, a fiber of hair, a shard of bone, and you’ll be free.

My magic shall forever free thee.

Bewitched by one, humbled by two, let go by three. 

You will be the more than what you could ever be.

Offer your empty shell and I will split it with giggle and spleeeeeee!

 Teeheeheeeeee… I love being me!


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Alex Speak · Universal World · World of Psyche · Writing and Poetry

Soul Death Composition

Fallen_angelI have forgotten everything.

Existence itself has become ever so fickle to me.

What does this thing called existence mean?

I can’t remember anything beyond suffering.

My mind has forgotten what exists beyond the clouds.

Is there anything that exists beyond the clouds in my head?

I have forgotten what it was like to be me when I felt alive and whole.

I have been forgotten along with the many other broken souls who lie before me.

We have been left behind within the distant endless swirls of rusty grey dust and ash.

The composition of love is a complex concept for those who have sealed their hearts to avoid the cruel.

The formula of creating the death of a soul is the blackness from unforgiveness, hatred, and unrelenting malice.

Is there hope for the fallen? Is there hope for the broken? Is there hope for the lost? Is there hope for the lonely? Is there hope for the hated? Is there hope for the forgotten?

Yes.


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(NOTE: There is unity, comfort, and support that can be found by confiding in others. Don’t do this alone. You don’t have to do this alone. Help awaits no matter where you are in the world.)

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Positivty and Funnies · Randomness · Universal World · World of Psyche

Benefits of Laughter in a Nutshell

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It feels good to laugh.

It adds more light onto my soul.

I love this feeling.


Choose sour or sweet.

Sweet brings on smiles and laughter.

Sour is discontent.


Laughing is healing.

Your soul will thank you for this.

Start laughing today.


Life tip: If you are having a bad day, one tip to combat it is to think about things that make you smile or laugh! I.E. Funny moments from your favorite movie or TV show, fun memories with family and friends, random or weird stuff that makes you laugh, etc.

Have a good day friends.


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Alex Speak · Positivty and Funnies · Randomness · Synchronicities

Silly but True? No, but True.

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I know it’s not easy.

You have to let go.

Don’t radiate anger.

Don’t radiate pure hate.

Don’t radiate malice.

No good comes from it all.

Please don’t drain your life force.

Embrace inner color.

Radiate your inner light.

Radiate pure love.

Spread pure happiness!

Dude, let that shit go man!


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Alex Speak · Positivty and Funnies · Randomness · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary

Horror Spoofs

…. does anyone feel as unsettled about the homicidal bunny as much as I do? Anyone? No? Well, that’s only the beginning…. feast your eyes upon the most horrifying, gruesome, insidious, malevolent, grotesque, and just plain scary spoofs. What? It still involves the word horror in there, doesn’t that count?

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Can I see a raise of hands of how many horror fanatics do this? ….. *crickets*

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What does normal mean anymore? I have absolutely no idea… 

Hey, I can be normal if I wanted to!

Anyone up for some torture porn? 

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Karaoke night with Jason Vorhees the stand up slasher anyone?

Oh you must see him live, his shows are to die for!

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Yuppers, this is my reality wrapped in a nutshell!

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Well… I guess the writing is on the wall!

These words do not lie!

I hope you have a fantastic evening everyone! And remember: you can mix funny and horror anytime!


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Animals and Nature · Positivty and Funnies · Randomness

Weekly Funnies- Animals Being Funny

Hey, it’s been awhile since any funnies has been posted lately! You know, there is absolutely nothing funnier than seeing cute animals doing weird, fun, funny, and trippy stuff! Let’s dive into the funnies and see what this is all about.

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They said I could be anything!

So I became a turtle with my magical kitty powers.

I’m a free kitteh! Hear me rawr, I uh mean look at me go!


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Hoomans as just so fascinating, you know.

Do they have the scientific meaning for life?

I happen to but shhhhhh… it’s a secret!


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 Oh oh oh oh yeah!!!! That hits the spot!!!!

This beats using my back scratcher any day!

It was made out of cheap straw anyway…


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Uhhhhhh…. I can explain!

The cat made me do it!

That mean kitty shoved me into the fridge! I swear it wasn’t me!


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Going into turbo space in 3… 2… 1….

Blast off!

Activate the ‘jowls’ of flight!


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Oooooooo, shiny! What’s that reflective thingy?

*boink*


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Alex Speak · Weird-Crazy-Perhaps Scary · Writing and Poetry

The Grove- Going Through my Dad’s Will

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May 25th 2015- Going through Dad’s Will

Yesterday was pretty uneventful, snore worthy I think. However, I think that probably was for the best because of the nightmare I had the other night really hit me hard. Come to think of it I don’t think anyone slept well the night before, not even Josh. I’ve had a bit of trouble sleeping since then, but no nightmares, thank god. Anyway, Josh, Steve, and I really didn’t do much. We sat around and talked, watched Netflix for a few hours, and ordered Chinese food for dinner.

The next day we started to dive into Dad’s stuff, which I believe from the deepest parts of my soul was extremely excruciating for everyone in the room…. Dad’s room. His room had changed a lot when I left. It really looked off… I can’t really explain it. There were papers and other random books and paraphernillia scattered all over the place. There were piles of clothes sitting in random areas in the room and a very old and stale cup of coffee on the desk with a fly buzzing around it. To me I felt as though I was walking right on my father’s corpse and intruding in some sort of way. The room smelled horrible for some odd reason, like mildew, moldy meat, putrid mud, and dust. A loud clash of thunder cracked through the air, making all of us jump and then a heavy downpour engulfed the home. Steve and Josh both looked at me with slight concern.

“Hey, sis you really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Steve and I can look through the will if you’d like. Besides, there’s still a lot of other stuff that needs to be done-“

“No, no don’t be silly! I’m fine, I swear! I can get through this Josh.” I interrupted Josh hastily for I didn’t want to let him down for not having the guts to do my part. “I’m sorry.” I muttered as I crossed my arms.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” Steve asked while gently putting his arm around my shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m positive! I want to help out as much as I can. Please let me help. I promise I’ll let you two know when I need a break ok?” I assured Josh and Steve that I would be ok, even though I didn’t know it myself. They both said ok and nodded. We both took out a large file in his filing cabinet in his closet, took it to the large desk in his study, and starting to go through it. 

My Dad might have been a very laid back man, but the thing is he always kept everything neat and tidy. Laundry, dishes, Tupperware, clothes hangers, papers, even our food pantry was intricately organized. Anyway, reading through Dad’s will just had very basic stuff in it, at least from what I could see. Everything from the first five or so pages seemed to be pretty basic… then his writing just seemed so garbled after that. He had a plan set on where his assests would go and whom they would be awarded to; everything from his bank account balance, his investments, his furniture, car, home, etc. He also had everything laid out on how he wanted his funeral and burial to be laid out for the most part… then the rest of the text had scribbles, text that was lined through, massive paragraphs with typos and chicken scratch… what got me was the various drips of what appeared to be coffee on the paper, no not just that, but there was also drips of blood as well. All three of us just looked back at one another in confusion. 

“Josh?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He sounded hesitant to answer my question.

“Have you shown this to the attourney yet?”

“Nope…” He gulped.

“Josh, I really think we sho-“

“Ok, I-I-I have a confession to make to you guys!” He stood up and put his hands up when he announced this. “I have not been in this room until now. Here’s the thing I really didn’t want to tell you Jo. Before Dad died, he really began to lose it. He would often barricade himself in here for days on end and would never let anyone in, not even me. I came by every once in a while to give him food and his medications, then he’d open the door slightly, yank it out of my hands then slam the door in front of my face. He wouldn’t talk to me or look at me… I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t find Dad in here when he passed. He was in the shower and he collapsed, I swear!” Josh put his hands up to his face and broke down. I immediately hugged him and sat him down while Steve closed the file and pushed it to the side. 

“I believe you Josh, it’s going to be ok, I promise! We are in this together. I think it would be best maybe if we try to have another set of eyes or two on this so we can figure this out.” I said while comforting Josh. I had never, ever seen him cry like that before. Not even when mom passed away. So with that, we called and made an appointment to see the attourney to help us decipher through the garbled will. God help me, Josh, and Steve through this… All I can hear when I sleep now is the rain that heavily impails the windows…

Joey


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