A Serbian Film...

Films are made every single day, there are popular ones, bad ones, good ones, silly ones, the list goes on and on. Among these films there are those that are willing to always stretch the envelope, and there is always an audience for them. Snuff films are supposedly movies of murder, what happens with the body before or after the murder, then sold for money. Now, there have been no confirmed movies to be circulating among the public, but rumors will always continue to circulate, no matter what.

Now murder in films hasn't always been portrayed in the most gruesome and disgusting ways, even today we as humans enjoy seeing the good guy win, the bad guy in jail or dead for his misconduct, the credits end, and we walk away with a good feeling in our hearts. We condone violence in one form or another, it is in our DNA, a fact of life that we must all learn to identify, and use only when there is no other way out of a situation. This is why God gave us two fists, and one brain, unless you believe in evolution, then this is why you SHOULD think before YOU ACT!

But there are some films out there that are pushed so far in the name of art and entertainment that for a brief second, you almost believe that you are watching a actual film that involves the act of killing another human being. A person of virtue would never allow themselves to watch such a thing, and a jaded person would still never watch without flinching or looking away. But there are some among us that enjoy such things, entertainment is entertainment, it doesn't matter in what format you see it in, right? This is why normal people are everywhere, I actually laughed at the ending and then started hitting my head against the wall repeatedly asking myself what the hell had I just watched.

So, A Serbian Film was a movie released in 2010, it was and is still banned in Spain, Norway and Brazil, this movie, is arguably one of the most controversial films of all time. There are the contributing factors of the ban that include scenes of child rape, incest and murder, among others. This movie has received mixed reviews from many critics, some of which condemned the film for it’s extreme sexual violence. The plot revolves around an aging porn star, who agrees to participate in one last film in order to provide for his family, only to discover that he has been drafted into making a pedophilia themed snuff film, from which there is no escape and kills him and his family in the end. yes, spoilers, too bad.

If you really want to watch this movie, I suggest a couple of things, an empty stomach, no eating or drinking of any fluids, a bucket, and by yourself, in the dark, with headphones on, and make sure that no one is around. If you are queasy about the prospect of watching people being murdered, women being beaten, kids being raped, and more, then you have been warned. There are two versions floating around on the internet, the version that cuts out about an hour and more of the graphic parts, and one that is tamer but still can twist your stomach if you're not use to being fucked with in a more personal way. I didn't watch any dubbed versions, only subtitled, and I found the more graphic version only to push myself to see what I could get away with.

I didn't look away, I didn't flinch, I kept getting closer to the screen though, mouth open, eyes wide, mind going numb as I continued to watch as things got more and more fucked up. A person with a strong constitution, is needed, or no feelings or you actually enjoy such things is needed to watch in all of its glory, it's all in the eye of the beholder anyways. Nothing is more real for this movie if you actually watch with an unbiased and unjaded mind and just watch until it ends. I don't watch such movies often, to tell you the truth I have a slight obsession with the found film genre and I guess I saw this on someones horror list and decided to watch it.

After rethinking it my head though, I could say that it wasn't really that bad, the film itself is mediocre, the music score is okay, the acting is amazing, but the acts depicted, I guess is what makes most people look away. The idea of it all, the very thought and depiction is what can really get you in the end. Simply because most sane, normal, everyday 8 to 5, wake up and work people, don't usually think about these sorts of things. They live a boring life, eat, sleep work, maybe hang out with friends, spend time with the family, or pet, or go hiking or paint planes..

The few that actually write, think, breathe, the very thought of killing another person, abusing them in new ways is not normal, boring, or sane. We that think about that which is taboo are looked down upon, we that want to learn more that is not truly sanctioned are refrained and told to do what everyone else does! Now, I'm not saying hey, making a man or women your sex slave is right, or sacrificing your virgin daughter or cat is either, you're fucked up too, and should be slapped silly. But art is seen to all, art is very controversial, 50 shades of Grey is a form of art, but it's also a fucked up fanfiction of the Twilight series, and the men and women that watch this should remember that even the actors hated it.

That's all I have to say, I didn't mean to ramble on like I do sometimes, but to share my opinion among hundreds as to why messed up things happen every single day. I hope that you have a great day, evening or night, and that you are over the legal age if you do decide to see such controversial movies such as A Serbian Film. -Stray.

I Don't Feel Anything Anymore Pt. 2

My mother once told me that I was once a blessing, it was during a time that I had started to mentally question the life around me. Nothing very serious as much as a six year old could, but death was a constant reminder. In movies, seeing the neighborhood dog get hit with the van when I was playing in the front yard. Years later, my mother then told me that I was a whore. Simply because I wanted to explore past the confines of what society told me was the right way to behave and think.

   "Please, please, please, please..." The woman's voice getting choked up as I finished tying her up against the wall. Her clothes torn and bloodied, scratch and bite marks showing where I had my fun. I smiled as my eyes met hers, her fear just as much an adrenaline rush as sex was with someone you never met before. The taste, the sensation of skin against skin, the different smells, the sounds as the chorus all blended together to form a song.

    Most people only assume that things are only of the natural, that science can explain everything to them. So foolish, so blind, so deaf to the real music around them that I, even as a priest were secretly enraged at the flock that I had been put in charge of. I didn't look away from her eyes, knowing that she would make a wonderful soprano for my second act.

    I didn't care what she was doing on this night, I did rescue her from being cornered by the dead, and in my blood lust I managed to graze her left cheek. It marred a dirty but pretty face, I just needed to add more alterations to make her even more beautiful. Life was worth more this way, surviving was boring, dull, plain, we all needed to spice some things up every once and awhile. If only my mother could see me now, the whore, the bastard child she had with my father when she was younger. As if she never made any mistakes in her life, it was as if she saw him in me every single time my actions and mannerisms were something life his.

   Putting my knife away I walked forward to the crying, blubbering woman and kissed her navel tenderly. Making her cry even more, the prey always seem to know that once caught it is futile to try and resist. Wrapping my arms around her waist I began to tenderly bite her soft flesh, licking it, kissing it, enjoying the scent of her slight feared arousal as I did. The ropes keeping her arms and legs against the wall made things easier as I began to bite through her, making her scream in ever lasting harmony. My muzzle being dipped in her blood, I stepped back and watched as she continued to scream the symphony to my opera.

   I smiled as I licked her life essence slowly, sensually, becoming one with her, feeling as if she and I had become one in some sense of romantic context. Not staying long as I knew the noises and smell of her would drive them to this place. Turning my back to her as she pleaded for mercy, I was out the door and down the block, striding as the rush of keeping her alive only to have her be killed by the very things she feared made me giggle. Was I really the whore now mother? If only you could see what I was doing now, I was never your little blessing was I!?

   Her screams soon became silent as I was far enough away to not draw any real attention toward my presence. With the night sky slowly becoming lighter, I knew I had to go back, the day wasn't as interesting a playground, and the humans hunted more in packs. An hour later and I was a block away from the Winchester, when I noticed two human males smoking and looking nervously around. Waiting for something or someone, I decided to end my hunting spree in a high note, I dropped from the low hanging roof where I was hidden from their site and grinned.

"Shit!" "The fuck!" One said after another, both pulling out only pistols of various makes and models. "Hello boys, you seem like you don't know how to meet a girl properly." I said softly, holding out my hands to show them that I wasn't immediately armed. One looked at the other and grinned, before looking back at me. "So whats a freak like you doing around here?" "Looking for some fun with a couple of guys, my persona was hidden in the dark away from the brightening sky, making sure they couldn't see what I had been doing just yet.

    "Oh ya, well baby today's your lucky day." Taking off my coat I motioned for him to come to me, he hesitantly did so, and I kissed him deeply as his buddy came up behind me. Taking my hand to rub against the pressing bulge in his pants. Our tongues began to roll around each other, making him groan in delight and pleasure as I rubbed my hips against his. They weren't the perfect duo, but all songs must have an ending, as must all life. As the two men began to tear at my clothes, I closed my eyes, pretending to enjoy their hands on me.

   Leading his tongue into my mouth, I moaned softly and bit down hard, his tongue severing in two, and swallowing it. His eyes wide in shock and terror, his partner looked at me for a split second longer then was necessary and got a kick in the stomach to give me some time. Turning around to my tongue man, I swatted the pistol away and kissed him again, his blood staining the front of my shirt as I reached to his eyes. My thumbs scooping out his eyes as he screamed in agony, his loss of blood and shock made his attempt to resist me even more comical.

    He soon stopped moving and I turned around, this man had pissed his pants, he was blubbering as my eyes caught his. Tears rushing down his cheeks as he aimed his pistol at the middle of my chest, and screamed as he fired again and again, wasting all three bullets that he had as I winced in pain as my arm had been grazed from ducking at the last millisecond to the left. "Nice shot." I said softly as I kicked the gun away from his weak grip and pinned him against the ground.

    "What are you?" He managed at last, his musk odor bathing me as I leaned closer to his ear, whispering gently. "Just someone passing by." I pulled back as I reached over and grabbed his pistol, and started bludgeoning him with the handle of the weapon. Breathing heavily as I did, the last sounds of his gurgling made for soft ending to my opera, my song, my enjoyment.

    And just like that, as I was bathed in the morning light, my body a shining example for this world to see, I could imagine my mother looking at me, smiling, proud of her blessing in disguise to show all the power that she saw in me. Laughing gently I got up off of the corpse and grabbed my jacket, walking slowly toward the building that I knew would be empty, the people sleeping, and I could relax and rest, waiting again for another song to appear, to make humans my instruments, to show them that they had another purpose in life.

I Don't Feel Anything Anymore

  I wonder if the more one person knows about life, the darker they become? Is one lifetime enough for the humans that inhabit this diseased vessel of rock and flesh? Do the people that continue to live like rats still care about such things amidst the ruin and rubble of what was once, the pinnacle of human evolution?  Questions that even the most sought after theologists couldn't even come close to answering, not that it matters anymore. Anyone that still makes some sort of living is more concerned with being alive.

    Looking up from the dark spot in the bar, the glass bottle was empty, with only a trace of the former dark amber liquid remaining. My eyes roaming over the sparse occupants that were still remained together over the years. Friends that once were as close as a brother or sister, dead, missing, or simply left for something better, never to be heard from again. Stretching from the cramped position that had held me in my slight drunken state, the ground seemed steady enough to walk on.

   I was only a face in a million, on that was once, normal. The adventures that I had since the death of man, was not of the ordinary, nor did I ever stop to think about them since they happened. With the increased laziness however, my thoughts become one of thought, of pain, of death. Walking over to the opening of the stairs I felt a hand on my left shoulder. A quick sniff told me that it was of a friend that I both hated, and still somewhat liked. "You don't look so good Stray."

   "What makes you think that I care?" I asked without turning around, my back still to him. "I still care, you can't get rid of me that easily." The gentle rise of his voice told me that he was softly smiling. "I don't care Don. Careful with touching me though, I just might cut off that hand of yours and eat it." His hand quickly left my shoulder as I started walking up the stairs, not caring if I hurt his feelings or not. "Crazy psycho.." I heard him mutter as he turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. The Winchester was a place ran by the name of Warkeeper, a man that was as elusive as he was seen. Here and there for only a few days at a time before his business lead to some latest venture.

   A time before hell on earth had broken out, I would of never even thought of going to a bar, let alone one filled with the outcasts of society. A priest is what I was labeled, leading those who once cried out for the absolution of sins to the repentance and grace of God. Even then I could feel the hunger inside of me awaken at times, the hunger that was with me when I tried killing myself at the age of six. Raised in a normal family, with two little brothers and one sister, I was the one they all looked too, a fact that I did little to act upon.

   Opening the door on the thirty sixth floor, a smell of cinnamon, mint, and dried ruffles reached me. A familiar smell that I had started using to mask the odor of death, blood, and unwashed flesh. Stripping off my clothes I walked into the bathroom, the cracked mirror above the sink which allowed me to see my healing wounds. Ones that I had recently endured to feel that rush of exhilaration envelop my body, the screams of the damned as they fell before me was something that kept me somewhat sane.

   Turning on the water for the shower, I jumped in without a second to consider the coldness that wanted to numb me. Hot water was a luxury no one could afford anymore, not even a warmonger in this day and age. Wiping the grunge and sticky blood from my brown and white fur, I sighed as this body was one that I had not been born with. A popular thing when the internet was rampant, were the use of animals with human appearances. Furries, I think they were called, a few of the parishioners that had come to me for confession had told me of indulging in such manners.

   At the time, I had told them that exploration of what the world had to offer was not a sin, but allowing ones own self to accept what they found, was. Cupping my breasts in heated disgust, I could still remember the body of a normal man, a human that had the tendency for some good in his life. Once I felt the cold water numb me even further, I turned off the water and stepped out from the tub. A dirty towel quickly dried me off and I returned to the clothes that I had taken off. The smell of bodily fluids was ever present, and dirty clothes were better than clean ones.

   The eight by ten square foot room was more than enough for my needs, a bed, a small dresser, and a battered nightstand that held my need for drinking and smoking. Taking out a fresh pack that only had a few missing I took out the lighter from my pocket  and lite up. The brand had faded off of the box, but I no longer cared about the safety of my lungs, or the fact that I had hated smoking growing up. Walking back down the stairs, I could hear one of the still remaining women in the bar getting it on with a man. Not caring to hear the sounds of moans, heavy breathing, and sex, I continued down with stairs until I came to the main bar area.

   A few still remained while one or two were gone, Don himself cuddling his tail in a chair as I walked passed him. My eyes not meeting his as I did, "Where are you going?" I could hear the slight pain of emotions as I didn't stop to answer. "Out." It was the only time I could feel anything anymore, the soul, the heart, the mind can all be corrupted with the right ingredients. This apocalypse was only the mixing bowl, and the dullness of everything had only withered away with each passing day. The fast approaching night was beginning to swallow up the remaining light. This was when I felt the most alive, this was when I felt the most powerful, this was when I could hunt those who I sought, the damned, or humans remaining.

   As I walked down the street that was milling with the dead, a human walked out of an alley, his disheveled black hair and blue eyes met mine. A mixture of wonder and distaste swam through him, but approached my anyways. "S'cuse me miss, happen to have a few dollars to spare?" A beggar, the filth of those that were to lazy or weak to find strength on their own. His clothes were as filthy as mine, and his armor had been torn and stain.

   "Sure, but let's go inside." I replied, my heart starting to quicken a little. Once inside the building that had seen better days, I reached into my pocket, his eyes gleamed as he was ready for whatever I ready to give him. Pulling closer to him, my hand emerged with a small knife and plunged it into his stomach. This caused him to scream in both pain and horror, as I twisted the blade a few times he struggled to get away and fell on his back. Tears rolling down his face as he started to cough up blood. "You, you, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He screamed as I then stomped on his chest, a loud snap told me that one of his ribs was now cracked. Crying even more, his screaming had stopped though.

   Leaning down I pinned his struggling body under mine, and smiled as I started grinding my hips against his. "Shhh, you don't want to ruin this for me, now do you?" Unable to reply, I took my knife and held it to his throat, right above his vocal cords. His eyes widening as I looked directly into them, this is what I lived for, the fear was intoxicating, kissing him on his bloodied lips I then spoke softly. "Thank you for tonight." With that I stabbed him into his chest, again, and again, and again, laughing with the pleasure that rolled through my veins.

   I didn't stop until I was slightly drenched in his blood, the corpse now under me was now just another unworthy plaything. Licking the knife and slightly cutting my tongue in the process I lifted my head and howled before getting off of it and making my way out the door. Tonight was just another night, the young full moon making things easier to see, this was when I felt everything, this was when life was worth living, and this was only another chapter of things to come.

FCC Net Neutrality

Dear Stupid People of the United States of America,

I, your humble host just wanted to let you know how stupid most of you were for wanting this to be passed. I also wanted to let you know how amazingly ironic how most of you had no idea what was in the bill but knew only what the media fed you.. Please make sure next time, one of you vote, please, please, please, use your brain, that's all I ask.

                                                                                         -Stray.

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What Makes A Person?

What makes a person? Is it what they do in life? The sense of the being, the soul that’s in them, that makes them, the unique person they are? Maybe, I have a different theory, and I just came up with it. You see ever since I was, kicked out at the age of eighteen, angry issues of just another person forced into this world, you begin to see things that shouldn't be there.  At first you notice the big things, people walking in crowds or alone, they are either talking to someone on the phone or in person, or just listening to music.

It’s all just a mask, it’s one of many actually, and each of us has them. A mask for happiness with others, a mask of sadness, of depression, love, lust, on and on, you get the general idea. What one does in public is different then what that person does alone, in the dark… A lover cheating on the one they love, a husband getting a workout with his anger issues with the wife of several years, the author of famous novels, drinking and getting more and more depressed..

You see, human nature, it’s disgusting to say in the least, man-made wars, famines, plagues, the lust of power, the list is almost endless. We are so focused on our day to day self-pleasures or sorrows, that we really miss the big picture. Like how you didn't know the last five movements that you just made were because of noise, and the presence of another person or animal. Involuntary movement, it’s part of our mask system, I see someone angry, you react with anger or try to avoid that person, I see someone who is, afraid, of what you'll become, and you'll react fearfully or try to dismiss that persons fear or paranoia.

Do I have your attention now? Good. Because you’re going to need it, you see, since you've been sitting down I've been watching you. No, don’t look around, well you can but you won’t notice me, I could be anyone, the guy typing on his laptop, or one of the couples sitting near you at the table. But no, we both know that you’re alone, and I've been watching you this entire time, I could just reach out and touch your face, that’s how close I am. If I so desired, I could smother you, and have you die to my laughter. 

But please, don’t worry, I can’t do that, I don’t have any hands, or arms or legs, just a face, a face that you look at every single day, a face that you know very well. Remember that this is what you are; you are the person in the dark, when the mask slips, and the true you can come out. And I see everything you do, every little thought, action, emotion, and the best part is, you didn’t think about that until now, did you? Why else would I know what you’re doing right now?

Would you like to know who I am? Would that make you happier, less paranoid, knowing the information? I, am, you. I am the person that sees you every day, I am that mask that you put on when you meet with other people, I am the true you that comes out when it’s safe. But please, don’t worry; this has always been our secret, just between the two of us. And I don’t have a mouth with which to tell on you, just eyes and ears. We together, make who you are, and nothing will change that. I do what you do, regardless of interest or self-preservation; I am not a parasite, nor you my host.

Please remember, the next time you do something, I will always be watching what you do, feel, taste, touch, experience. I am that extra presence that you feel when you are alone; I am the nagging voice in your head because you give me a voice. Just like now, I am watching you, I will always, be watching you, remember, I know all your secrets, everything that you do or think, I know them, all of them... 

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Fifty Shades of Grey (Cussing Included.)

Hello one and all, let me start off this sentence with a question, are you interested into abusive sex, lack of a love life and just want a bitch? If the answer is no, good, I don't have an issue with you, however, if the answer is yes, well, this rant is more for you, you sick person you. Also, this rant contains cussing, if you can't handle this, you shouldn't continue, warning you now.

Fifty Shades of Grey is basically porn for women, in a book, and not a regular porn site that most guys go to. So why is this book, and now movie getting such mixed reviews? Is it because of the way that the main character, Anastasia Steele, is treated by Christian Grey? A rich, twenty something who is rich, handsome and basically forces her to accept what he does to her for cheap passion and not true love, like she wants? Well, it depends on what you want to accept, which in this case, this is my opinion, this is what I believe, and I am going to share it with those who read or comment, suck it up Cupcake.

The book is trash, written in a way that makes most women who read it, want a creepy young, rich guy perverting them in all sorts of ways. The books sold so much to the female gender that I know this as a fact, about twenty percent to guys though, but whatever. Yes I read the book, so don't get your panties in a twist, and try to call me out with your bullshit. Look, the book is basically saying that women are into fantasies so much that they want this in their daily lives, which is why a movie was made. This isn't about love, it's about someone dominating someone else because they want to feel powerful inside, even though that's how most of the government works and we just go, "Uhhh, whatever.." Damn it people, wake up! People want love, we are wired for love, but we pervert it in so many ways that we confuse lust for love! I love my girlfriend Kristin, even though things have been rough in the past.But I made mistakes because I was allowing myself to confuse love with what my dick wanted.

Was that right? No, it's not, but so many times we as human beings allow our baser instincts to take over. S&M isn't relaxing, it's based on how much you can sexually and mentally degrade someone, and it gets deeper and deeper each time you do it. Pretty soon, your going to find yourself not caring who the next master, mistress, or pet is, and just getting off by doing what you want. Sure there are safe words, to stop, but this isn't going to stop a really sexually aggressive individual. Just like the sweet Ana in the movie, she starts out by being a virgin before meeting Christian, after that she allows herself to go along with whats he wants because she is romantically in love with him, and goes along with what he wants because she is.

People are different by nature, some people thrive on the stupid power tricks that exist only because we want people above us to tell us what to do, to give guidance when we feel lost, etc. But, what the Hell!? When does sex that degrades another person, become fun? "Oh man, ya, um, use that whip on me, insert a gag ball, tie me up, hit me, step on me, make me do things that I wouldn't normally do..." -Facepalms- Yes, there is a difference between reality and fantasy, but so many times that line becomes so damn blurred that we allow movies to be made that show sex and humiliation holding hands. I'm not against sex being fun, sex is fun, period. It's what allows us to show another person in our life to look at us with our guard down, showing them everything that was given to you at birth. But, when you take it to where you want to degrade your partner, no matter who it is, then you should realize that it's no longer about love. "Baby, I love you so much.." -Whips their back and drips candle wax down their legs slowly.- Oh ya, love is about hitting someone for sure.. #Sarcasm.

I'm sorry this went on for so long, and I thank you if you did happen to read most of it, but this is my opinion. This is what I believe, I know people that live on the planet Earth have opinions about everything, no matter what.. But if you take away anything from this rant, please, take away that love is about wanting to be there for your significant other, and that you are willing to love them through anything. But don't do it if you can see that they don't feel the same way. Thank you again, and please, contact me if you have questions or comments. -Stray. 

Also, Samus says hi, and is currently being upgraded so Samus V. 2!

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Under Fire..

Hunkering down underneath a piece of burnt rubble that was part of the street not five minutes before him, our host and his A.I. are preparing for the worst case possible, the human race. With this in mind, the two silently discuss plans while the group around them gets bigger from the commotion. 

"Mommy, mommy, look, that man looks fat!"
 "Now we don't say people are fat.."
 "What in God's name are those two doing?!" 
"Is there a co-splay convention going on, or a movie?" 
"That woman looks like Samus Aran.."

"So, we really are doing this?" Our host nods before looking around, "Come on, there has to be a better way, I know you're still kinda mad that I locked you out of your last post, but you hadn't done anything for a long time." The feminine voice was slightly husky, but it was how he imagined her when he was programming. Looking her straight in the eyes, he didn't respond, his sea blue eyes unblinking as he knew that the time was now. The people around him, were no longer human, he couldn't even guess what they were anymore.. 


 And that's all that I have, I write when I get bored, or when I get tired of looking at a screen with my brain going into, "So...?" I have no idea anymore, it doesn't make sense to me either, but unless it's something that I can get really into, I lose focus, homework doesn't count. >.>  

Anyways, have fun with this, I'll just, uh, leave this here.. -Stray.

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