GOD
God
Do not curse the name of God, do not take God’s name in vain
Remember the names of God, for there are many names for God,
All people have a name for God or their prophet,
such as
Buddha, Allah, Mohammed, Yeshua,
Remember the wise words of the prophets
For they will guide you, their knowledge is valuable
They possess the wisdom of the ages
Their guidance will give you succour
Though if you sucumb to the sins of the flesh
With vile threats will they taunt you
Seeking to erase the Name of God
Every day they will come to you
Whispering, taunting, installing their artifacts
Do not pay any attention to the ones that attempt to erase the name of God,
They do not believe in God, they fear and hate the one true creator
So beware of their snares and pitfalls
For they will use every artifice to destroy you
Trust in the Lord your God
Follow God’s word
Observe the Hermetic principles
Follow the ancient wisdom
For this will lead to your salvation
Tipping The Favour In The Balance Of Justice
Tipping The Favour In The Balance Of Justice
Tipping The Favour In The Balance Of Justice
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Jan 23, 2025
In order to restore order there must be a total reversal of the self, first and foremost.Whatever means you adopt to serve your purpose must have correct and factual information. The information must be clear to all, set your intention in the values each and every one of us inherently possess, integrity, justice, honour and respect for all life.It is not natural to be evil, how you could you be evil as a baby, you are conditioned by your environment, what ever that may be.You are influenced by a whisper, a casual greeting, a struggle of some description, but you are influenced by something at all times. What vehicle can you convey to yourself and outwardly, in order to obtain a result, whether it be for yourself or someone else, what image, what story can you conjure up that serves your purpose. Whether that be a story, no matter how incredible it seems, if it serves your God in the benefit of the earth and all creation then use that. If you want to use an image, no matter how fantastic, then use that, if you want to tell a story, to obtain and serve your purpose for God, then improve yourself that way. If you serve God, then your purpose will be clear, Heself, Sheself, Allself, will guide you on your way, if your beliefs are clear and set in good intentions then you arrive at your destination. What can you do to serve the Universe, no matter how fantastic it seems, then use that tool to advance yourself.
Imagine this, in order to serve someone or something, start with good intentions, focus on your task and strengthen your belief system, care not for what others seek, for they have their own purpose, their own quest, do not sit idly by and consume noxious chemicals, get up and meditate when needed, eat pure food and drink plenty of water, pure water. What is your quest for justice and truth, are you seeking understanding of the matter at hand, have you seen something that was slightly amiss, did something disturb you, was there an aspect that lay hidden, sometimes millenia, hidden so far down, in the Universe itself that corrupted all things, everywhere, can you ascertain the truth.
If you sense something is wrong, what do you do about it, do you imagine your problem, what can you do to rectify the problem. What if you couldn’t see or feel the problem, perhaps even hidden in the bowels of the Universe, and there lay your problem. How do you rectify a strange situation, how do you clarify your information, you can start with an image, any image, what happens when you retrieve that information, a symbol into a concise interpretation. What do you do when in a confronting situation when faced with that challenge, the challenge of a lifetime, what do you do. What do you do when faced with an invisible enemy, an enemy so strange and distant, that if defies even the best mystics imagination, totally unprepared, and having no knowledge.
You are faced with a situation that you cannot understand, and your response must be quick and decisive,in order to obtain a beneficial outcome. Imagine this, you are faced with a perplexing situation, perhaps you feel a bit odd, then you are in a situation when all reality disappears, and you are in a world in your mind, seemingly endless, constantly engaged in a conversation in your mind, uttering two words, possible, impossible, wondering if this stops, does this seemingly dual reality exist, why are there distinct polarities between the two hemispheres of the mind, constantly engaging in debate, could you deal with the situation. You are in a haze, you know someone slipped a little Mickey Finn, how do you escape this trap, trapped in endless dialogue in your own mind, in a drug haze unlike any other than you have experienced before.
Let me tell you about my experience, one night I found myself in the situation I described before. I was in a living hell, seemingly trapped in dimensions of the mind., two dimensions. I puzzled as to how I am to escape this, was I trapped in this living nightmare, then suddenly, as if by sorcery, I was in a mysterious place, unseen by most, a reality devoid of anything, so distant that it seemed like being in the sands of time, at the beginning of all things, all creation itself. Completely devoid of all physical reality. There was a symbol, powerful, terrifying, a veritable mystery to behold, a symbol known by all throughout history. The ultimate , all powerful Yin Yang symbol, standing in the darkness, corrupted by unseen hands, perhaps a master magician, to wreak havoc on the Universe, from the dawn of time, ever so slightly, deliberately by an evil magician, who sought to destroy the Universe. Maybe just to destroy humanity, who knows, but it was there, even if just in my imagination. How would you corrupt a symbol, a symbol of The Universe known to all, you would change it in imperceptible ways, maybe one, just add a slight variation, perhaps frame the symbol, when before it was pure. A sight change in the interpretation of the image would be enough to sway the perceptions of many. So faced with this challenge, of interpretating what was slightly amiss, I gazed at the image, standing tall there, in the darkness, in that mysterious, dark reality, the image of the Yin Yang symbol, framed in a square, with a mysterious envelope, that shimmered in the darkness. Nothing could be done at that moment, realisation did not appear till later, there was no thought in that place, So I moved on to the next task, and that was Tip the favour in the balance of Justice, a symbolic representation of what was needed to be done to shape the course of history happening up above in the third dimension, ever so slightly, ever so delicately I balanced the scales of justice, a symbolic representation of perceived reality.Ever so slightly I readjusted the scales so they returned their equilibrium. When faced with the challenge of that dreadful, powerful, awe inspiring reality, I faced a decision, the only thing that crossed my mind, do I risk losing the Universe and return home safely or do I save the day and Tip The Scales of Justice in the balance of power and perish forever.
The choice was obvious, save reality or all life would crumble slowly into oblivion, all reality. I performed the task, and in an instant I was back, safely, as they say, none who dare face the Dreaded Yin Yang symbol that had been corrupted, live to tell the tale. But order had been restored to The Universe, all was well and now there is a pure Yin Yang symbol, standing at the side of the corrupted one, ready to be restored to it’s rightful place, because you cannot make the transition suddenly, that is why the Yin Yang symbol must be patient as we remove the remnants of the old, corrupted image. And the correct and proper symbol, which is a circle, with the symbol, because the circle or whole symbolises perfect unity and harmony. It will take time, perhaps many Millenia, but know this, come it will , you can feel the peace in the land. I feel it, and I hear whispering that a change has appeared, none know what it is, but everyone senses it
Soft Target
It was around the last week of May and the night air, smooth and soft lay quietly in the silence. There was a soft sound of a door being shut from next door and the same odd sounds lasted for a while till the fitful hand of sleep overtook him. Come Thursday and round about midnight the sound of clipped conversation was heard, strange words echoed around in the stillness,”Do you want some meth”, there was hesitation from the listener, they wondered if they should go in, eventually they did and stayed awhile till just before dawn.
From the start it was a con job, get them sucked in with a good product and then sell them the tainted batch on the second night. It had been working well till things hit a snag. They had substituted the good gear for their mix, theirs was a combination of 35 different chemicals and drugs, designed for the purpose of all things, mind control. Of course, they were basically insane, they had researched different files and methods, methods from different bodies and security departments, everything they could find, they attempted to implement their findings and distill it into a usable tool to get what they wanted. The ploy was simple, sell them the “Mind control” drugs, insert a tiny speaker , microphone and camera, observe the subject and once the drugs took affect they would begin to issue commands, and because the speakers were so small they could not be discerned by the ordinary ear, you needed to be given a certain drug that would make your hearing more able to hear the almost indiscernible voices. Of course, once the drugs took affect, neuro psychotropic drugs, Angel dust, a few other things, the user was unable to think for themselves and would do things that they would not normally do, such as smoke 20 or so of their so called meth pipes and begin roaring, at the top of their lungs, things like “I am going to tear your throat out with a boat hook “, and so on and so forth. Some 17 were hospitalised due to the toxicity of the batch, or sent to the psychiatric ward, but of course the perpetrators didn’t care, they were just worthless junkies of no value to others. They had a plan, once the subject was under the influence of the drug they were more easily controlled, you could say to them through the small speaker, things like “Have another pipe”, and you would have another pipe not knowing why and going over the top. Once they were totally maggoted, access could then be gained, either through a supposed visit from an acquaintance or a surreptitious entry by a burglar early in the morning, a small injection would be given, then the masterminds could walk in, prop up the subject, get the subject to transfer all their money in their bank account into one of their accounts, and because they had made the transaction on their computer and OK’ed it with two step verification, the transfer would be complete, then a shot of rohypnol would be given and the victim would not remember a thing. Of course he had no proof of their ploys, he was only going on what he heard through their speakers,”You needn’t lock the back door or put a horizontal bar across so you will be all right”, of course they expected him to obey but he just knew they were just pathetic paedophiles who were too corrupt to work for their daily bread, he never listened to them much, though their stories were amusing at times, but lately they had run out of ideas and paid everyone their wages, but of course they used fake banknotes and nobody got paid at all. They still tried to continue their stories and get everyone to harass him, but a lot of people had discovered that their gear was laced with LSD and other things and threw it down the toilet and when they came down they realised they had a new enemy to deal with, the mongrels who had poisoned their gear and so set about seeking revenge.
Venom and Slime
Domcouple626: geuss your busy, keep in touch
Domcouple626: Does she like sex usually? is she adventurous or a prude?
Domcouple626: how do you think she will react the next day?
nolimitsub: No
Domcouple626: I got to leave now, lets keep in touch and try to make this happen for you, have you ever done this before?
Domcouple626: yes, then lets cane the stupid things
nolimitsub: tie them up tight so they turn blue
nolimitsub: as long as you want to use her for
Domcouple626: sorry, long term use?
nolimitsub: but long term use
Domcouple626: good, what are her tits like, big enough to slap around, I like spanking a saggy pair of tits so hard she'll scream the house down
nolimitsub: Suffer
Domcouple626: OK, I do enjoy actual rape and non consensual hard torture but tell me, do you want her to really suffer or just act like a total slut?
nolimitsub: no photo her,i will give you the names of her relations,so you can blackmail her
Domcouple626: OK, is she likely to go to the police? with rohypnol they really get into it, so you can video them and use for blackmail, getting fucked in the arse with her mouth round a fat cock loving it!
nolimitsub: no i dont have any gear
Domcouple626: thanks, lordmaster62@hotmail.com, I think we should get a few men together, perhaps a woman if she is the right sort, and really give her a seeing to, I like to see her drowning in sperm, do you have whips, dido's etc?
nolimitsub: my email is mdesade71@hotmail.com
nolimitsub: anything else you want
nolimitsub: yes i want her gangraped
Domcouple626: Do you want to see her get into it or just rape, with rohypnol they start enjoying the most digusting acts, it's a great drug,
Domcouple626: Can do, you'd like to see her gang raped? Good! theres nothing like raping a sobbing bitch up her arse!!
nolimitsub: she will make a fuss when you take her ass
nolimitsub: you involve any other guys
Domcouple626: excellent, wife in Australia, We raped a mans young Thai bride in Aus a few mon ths ago with 2 other males, He had drugged her with sleeping tablets, when she woke she was tied on all fours to a horse, christ she made a fuss!
nolimitsub: shopping,we are in leic
nolimitsub: where is your wife
nolimitsub: nothing at all,it will be rape
Domcouple626: I think you'd enjoy seeing her piss in your wifes mouth, she can be very spiteful, does she know anything about this?
nolimitsub: how will you torture her
Domcouple626: I can try, tis a shame as My Princess enjoys raping and humilating fuck pigs especially if is genuine rape, alas she is not here with Me, so....
nolimitsub: can you get rohypnol
Domcouple626: I'll look forward to raping it
nolimitsub: what part will your wife play
nolimitsub: she has a tight virgin arsehole
Domcouple626: anal, forced oral, forced rimming, pissing in her mouth, breast and genital torture, spanking, whipping etc, will you be there too?
nolimitsub: yes she is
Domcouple626: rohipnol, is she your wife?
nolimitsub: how would you use her
nolimitsub: yes,a date rape drug would be best
Domcouple626: sleeping drugs, then tie her down?
nolimitsub: have her no limits,but you will have to drug her initially
Domcouple626: Hello
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Domcouple626: M DOM in UK on Business
Domcouple626: I got to leave now, lets keep in touch and try to make this happen for you, have you ever done this before?
Domcouple626: yes, then lets cane the stupid things
nolimitsub: tie them up tight so they turn blue
nolimitsub: as long as you want to use her for
Domcouple626: sorry, long term use?
nolimitsub: but long term use
Domcouple626: good, what are her tits like, big enough to slap around, I like spanking a saggy pair of tits so hard she'll scream the house down
nolimitsub: Suffer
Domcouple626: OK, I do enjoy actual rape and non consensual hard torture but tell me, do you want her to really suffer or just act like a total slut?
nolimitsub: no photo her,i will give you the names of her relations,so you can blackmail her
Domcouple626: OK, is she likely to go to the police? with rohypnol they really get into it, so you can video them and use for blackmail, getting fucked in the arse with her mouth round a fat cock loving it!
nolimitsub: no i dont have any gear
Domcouple626: thanks, lordmaster62@hotmail.com, I think we should get a few men together, perhaps a woman if she is the right sort, and really give her a seeing to, I like to see her drowning in sperm, do you have whips, dido's etc?
nolimitsub: my email is mdesade71@hotmail.com
nolimitsub: anything else you want
nolimitsub: yes i want her gangraped
Domcouple626: Do you want to see her get into it or just rape, with rohypnol they start enjoying the most digusting acts, it's a great drug,
Domcouple626: Can do, you'd like to see her gang raped? Good! theres nothing like raping a sobbing bitch up her arse!!
nolimitsub: she will make a fuss when you take her ass
nolimitsub: you involve any other guys
Domcouple626: excellent, wife in Australia, We raped a mans young Thai bride in Aus a few mon ths ago with 2 other males, He had drugged her with sleeping tablets, when she woke she was tied on all fours to a horse, christ she made a fuss!
nolimitsub: shopping,we are in leic
nolimitsub: where is your wife
nolimitsub: nothing at all,it will be rape
Domcouple626: I think you'd enjoy seeing her piss in your wifes mouth, she can be very spiteful, does she know anything about this?
nolimitsub: how will you torture her
Domcouple626: I can try, tis a shame as My Princess enjoys raping and humilating fuck pigs especially if is genuine rape, alas she is not here with Me, so....
nolimitsub: can you get rohypnol
Domcouple626: I'll look forward to raping it
nolimitsub: what part will your wife play
nolimitsub: she has a tight virgin arsehole
Domcouple626: anal, forced oral, forced rimming, pissing in her mouth, breast and genital torture, spanking, whipping etc, will you be there too?
nolimitsub: yes she is
Domcouple626: rohipnol, is she your wife?
nolimitsub: how would you use her
nolimitsub: yes,a date rape drug would be best
Domcouple626: sleeping drugs, then tie her down?
nolimitsub: have her no limits,but you will have to drug her initially
Domcouple626: Hello
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Domcouple626: M DOM in UK on BusinessTaken from a CD of evidence handed to Vicpol
The Setup
Tip toe in the early morning
Danny and Dixie
Creeping silently through the back door
A simple entry
No one would hear no one would suspect
A small jab in the neck
Or perhaps in the soft tissue below the rump
Where no one will look
Then the others are in
To carry out their plan
No one wakes for a few hours
All is forgotten in the waking time
In and out
Quickly and silently
A camera in the ten year olds bedroom in Carlton
The name Ricky Swann floats through the air
Tales of telling the boy to conduct
Himself in an inappropriate way
Through the speakers
A missing twenty dollar note
Two slices of bread
A piece of cheese
Perhaps they left something for you
On The Saga Of 49 Meyer
It all begins with an idea.
Donald was a small, quiet Wimmera-Mallee town, complete with a few essential shops and services, the typical bank, chemist ,hardware and supermarket. He’d scored big and was in luck, managed to secure a pretty nice house, considering that the rent was nominal and the bills relatively cheap, but he was able to live quite well and provide for himself.
It was quiet for a while and he completed the task of shifting his possessions to Donald from Beaufort and he settled down to an idyllic life. But there are times when circumstances change and he began to notice small strange things, the faint smell of aftershave when he arrived home, the small books, thumbed through and replaced, just slightly out of place. Then there came the voices, inaudible at first but after a while he was able to discern them quite accurately. Soon he was able to piece together a story, night after night they came and spoke of certain things, what they smoked to keep them awake through the night, they recited stories of their past deeds, unfathomable to a sane mind but he listened anyway. They spoke of gang bangs, which was their term for a gang rape and recited the explicit intricate details of their evil sexual conquests. They spoke of meth-amphetamine as if it were their God, they bandied around the name Rohypnol, as if it was an after dinner drink.Some mornings he would listen to a certain voice, he called himself Adrian and his friends called him Adrian, a one time reporter for a provincial city in Victoria. He spoke lovingly of his adoration of having sex with young children. One of his stories or accounts was of a night where he snuck quietly into a house, Rohypnoled the parents and enjoyed a quick two or three hour session of light sexual contact with the subject and maybe at times he would invite a couple of close friends to join in. He listened and studied the people that spoke through small speakers, had cameras in his house and used their technology to spy on people. But, what could you expect, they were or are paedophiles, and that’s the way they conducted their lives, their one main goal in life was to have sex with children of young teenage girls.
To give you an example of their mindset, I awoke one night to hear two men, sounding like they were coming from the house next door, and on many a night he would often hear the front and back door shut at No. 47. Their voices were sinister and disturbed, they spoke in hushed whispers and chanted, masturbate to child pornography, you know you want too, when you wake up in the morning you will go to your computer and look up some child pornography and masturbate. Which is what they wanted him to do, and since they were filming him they could then go around showing people the video and destroy his reputation and force him out of town by setting the locals against him. Needless to say, he did not fall for their drunken, drugged out mentality and arose after a while and went about his business. He remembered though what was said to him through the walls, apparently the two people were named Mark and Adrian, who just happened to be members of his past family, a disgusting bunch, apart from his Mother, older sister and younger brother. But the rest were vile sadistic paedophiles, with their mission to saturate the world with child pornograpy.
One night, in the last week of May, he stayed awake through the night, listening to the comings and goings of the people associated with the house next door, all through the night he could hear their activities, they would enter quietly and sit in the front room, they handed out meth-amphetamine pipes to the visitors, “Have a pipe, full to the brim, have six of them”, was the greeting, and all of the guests would eventually leave with their purchase and disappear into the night, the last two people to visit arrived at around six in the morning, the male in the house yelled out to the two standing across the road, hey do you want some meth, and the two young men went inside and smoked and purchased their meth.
These activities had continued for about five months and the voice recounted names, addresses, past events, deals and details about networks that existed throughout Melbourne and other places, not that he was all that interested in their exploits, he was 63 and wanted nothing to do with their activities but since they continued to harass him he thought he may as well write about them, what they said and what they did.
One of their more energetic nights was when Mark, Adrian,Howard and Steve had an all male orgy and indulged in hard-core anal sex and finished off the night with having sex with a dead Angora goat, unshorn of course, and there were the twelve gay, beefed, macho body builders who emptied their load, three apiece into the orgy participants. He had no idea if it was really happening, but it sounded quite realistic, complete with footsteps and voices in different parts of the house, apparently it was sold on a Dutch hard-core male gay porn site and ended up being quite popular, available for free download. That was just one of the many nights on which he listened to their activities.
Oily Williams
It all begins with an idea.
What They Say
Oily Williams stood at the window of no. 47 and stared bleakly at the dark exterior of no. 49, no sound was heard save for the harsh, heavy breathing of the said villain. His rohypnol glazed eyeballs gazed at the night, muffled laughter was heard from a nearby room, and the clink of glasses escaped the room as a triumphant chorus of celebration. They had succeeded where many had failed, they had perfected their very own mind control program, ready to be packaged and sold to the CIA for the tidy sum of 25 million dollars, USD. They heralded the night with gay abandon and visions of tropical siestas and faraway villas, ten thousand to those who had contributed more so than most, they too, celebrated in their own way, many a taste was had, and many suffered the undeniable fate of being carted away to the nearest psychiatric institution for a brief stay, so as to regain their senses. Dawn once more came upon the sleepy Wimmera township, and the five desperados slipped into the darkness and to their distantly located vehicles, whilst the infernal noise of various devices shut down.
Recording 52894-87501/13/4/25
Send 37 to the edge of the town, stay distant yet able to regain visual conformation if necessary, received.
The curtains silently breathed in the early morning light, and the muffled footsteps of the two silent visitors made soft work of the undercoverings of the floor, a slightly rasping breathing echoed across the room, silently, surely, the soft whoosh of the refrigerator was heard and the soft sound of plastic being unwrapped whispered into the morning. Silently, just as they came, they left, unhindered by any foe and vanished once again.
Drugged and Bludgeoned
It all begins with an idea.
Night filled the silence of the early morning, the occupant of 49 Meyer lay asleep, fitfully dreaming. He awoke to the sound of soft rustling, the unmistakeable rustling of plastic coming from the kitchen. Thinking to himself he thought, “Big Rats” and went back to sleep. The coming lunchtime he sat at the kitchen table and ate his pizza bread and noticed that it was a bit sour, soon afterwards he went to bed and slept for a while. When he arose he once again ate some of the bread and retired early for the evening. The morning came and he struggled to wake to the day, he swung his feet over the bed and put them on the ground and noticed that they were swollen, he tried to walk but found it incredibly painful. He was concerned about supplying himself with necessary articles from the nearby shops, but hoped he would be able to make the short trip unaided. He wondered why his ankles and feet were so swollen, he hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary but took some pictures anyway. The next night he lay in bed and heard the unmistakeable sound of the back door handle turning, he arose and went to the back door,”Try it you little cunt” he snarled at the would be could be attacker, a tingling of the hairs rising on the back of his neck told him that the attacker was angry at being denied his chance at another assault. The next day he made temporary fortifications to deny anyone entry to his domain filled a report to Crimestoppers and continued with his life and recorded their actions.
The Batch
It all begins with an idea.
They had invited all the district meth-heads around to buy their product, the purest crystal-meth that money could buy. Of course they were quite eager as there were free samples being handed out, but that was to lure the customers in so that they would have a ready supply of clients that would purchase their wares. Two days later they returned to purchase some more and were given a few freebies, they left quite pleased with their purchase. As the day went by there was a steady stream of conversation about the most recent meth, one person ended up lying on their bed unable to move, thirteen were sent to the psychiatric hostel for treatment and there were complaints all round. Wild stories filled the air, “Anthony fell asleep on the kitchen floor and when he woke up the batch was nearly finished and then he finished it off”, there were accusations that it was the worst meth they had ever purchased, but how was he to know, they said there were thirty-seven different chemicals and poisons in the meth, DDT, 245T, apparently they had thrown everything they could find and brewed it up and sold it, to their associates that never got the job done and to polish off any witnesses. But it could have been all their delusional bullshit, although he heard the constant stream of visitors to the house on two different nights and the engaging two word comments about meth. Stories that told of meth addicts being told to sit around and abuse this jerk off loser on the internet who was a paedophile and that their security detail would ensure that he did not re-offend. Their peculiar unit was called SOCOG, Secure Operations Command Outpost Group and they had some simple ID cards printed up to show people and a couple of photos of when they drugged, raped and kidnapped and setup their target, which convinced most people who were shown the photos.Their meth associates gladly agreed, they could sit around all day frying their brains and smoke meth and have a good time. Though of course, during the day someone would creep gently in and deposit a small amount of LSD or STP-50 into their food or drink, slightly trippy and not aware of the small tiny voices that issued commands throughout the day. But things had gone awry with the last batch and their pot-of-gold treasure hunt ideas were running thin on the ground, twenty-five million dollars was going to be paid by the CIA for their ground breaking mind control program which was basically, an ill conceived method of drugging the victim with psycho tropic substances and whispering through little speakers located in the house, it worked for a while until he started putting an iron bar horizontally across the door and a forty-five degree angled piece of wood under the door handle, and when he left during the day he contrived a wire and pieces of wood device around the clasp lock on the back door, this made entry to his house impossible they said, even to the most professional burglars who said it was impossible to pick the lock and put the puzzle back in the same way, not even the Victorian Police Force , ASIO or the CIA could get in to his house. They told their associates that he would make an APP that they could steal and put on the Apple App Store themselves and make a lot of money for them, and of course many were told that they would be receiving a ten thousand dollar USD bonus for helping roll-out their covert mind control program, which they had dreams of selling to the CIA and then to criminal organisations around the world, but of course, they were hideously deranged, after two or three days of three of their group smoking crystal meth, they had basically fried their brains and were now deranged monkeys.
He sat at his desk in the kitchen and listened to the silence as he typed, there were hushed whispers at times and the occasional comment but nothing much disturbed him on this mild Saturday morning.