today is a saturday. hmmm. my comic book #code88 is starting today. its still in its pencilling process thus its not yet finished. am going to draw for the rest of today after which i will work on photoshop a bit.
holla at yor boy if you got my number or contact my email.
CODE88: after an assassination attempt goes wrong, a war begins between the best experts in the field. request yor files anytime.
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Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Ten Tips to terrible torture
Ten tips to extracting the truth from a prisoner:
1.) Silence is more an option than violence. Place a chair infront of him and sit on it then stare the idiot full in the face. Say nothing but stare. Waver not yor gaze from his terrified own. Remain calm and just stare. Repeat this procedure for 2 weeks. If it doesn't loosen his tongue by creepin him out see number 2.
2.) Shed tears. For you are about to commit atrocities against the idiot. Weep as if yor at gunpoint and weep again. Let the idiot see you weep. If it doesn't work...
3.) Start talking. Tell the idiot costly lies. If he's christiann tell him there's on heaven, only hell. If he believes in anything else, say wotever he believed in has abandoned him. Make him lose his confidence
4.) Attack!!! Start with a comb. If you haven't learnt to shave a head with a comb then learn today. Scrape his scalp out of his head with the comb. Not working?
5.) Attack!!! Use a pen this time. All you have to do is trace a line around his wrist. He'll freak out. See. Cos you wanna cut off his hand
6.) Attack!!! A knife. Trace it around the line around the wrist very slowly. Then let him go. You didn't cut his hands. You only got rid of the line from the pen. But blindfolded. He might think he's one hand short. Still didn't work?
7.) Now cut off his hand!!!
8.) Repeat 1 to 7 until his other hand is cut off.
9.) The ultimate rule. Try being a cannibal. If you haven't eaten raw human flesh before go and learn. Eat both of his hands in his face. This would unnerve him at once. You will certainly win. If he still doesn't tell you....
10.) Lick yor lips deliciously. You are about to eat his thigh....
(c) La Tortura extraordinaire. 1628
1.) Silence is more an option than violence. Place a chair infront of him and sit on it then stare the idiot full in the face. Say nothing but stare. Waver not yor gaze from his terrified own. Remain calm and just stare. Repeat this procedure for 2 weeks. If it doesn't loosen his tongue by creepin him out see number 2.
2.) Shed tears. For you are about to commit atrocities against the idiot. Weep as if yor at gunpoint and weep again. Let the idiot see you weep. If it doesn't work...
3.) Start talking. Tell the idiot costly lies. If he's christiann tell him there's on heaven, only hell. If he believes in anything else, say wotever he believed in has abandoned him. Make him lose his confidence
4.) Attack!!! Start with a comb. If you haven't learnt to shave a head with a comb then learn today. Scrape his scalp out of his head with the comb. Not working?
5.) Attack!!! Use a pen this time. All you have to do is trace a line around his wrist. He'll freak out. See. Cos you wanna cut off his hand
6.) Attack!!! A knife. Trace it around the line around the wrist very slowly. Then let him go. You didn't cut his hands. You only got rid of the line from the pen. But blindfolded. He might think he's one hand short. Still didn't work?
7.) Now cut off his hand!!!
8.) Repeat 1 to 7 until his other hand is cut off.
9.) The ultimate rule. Try being a cannibal. If you haven't eaten raw human flesh before go and learn. Eat both of his hands in his face. This would unnerve him at once. You will certainly win. If he still doesn't tell you....
10.) Lick yor lips deliciously. You are about to eat his thigh....
(c) La Tortura extraordinaire. 1628
GRIM RECOLLECTIONS
Little Jonathan loved the bedtime stories best,
He loved to hear dad tell the story of the snowy Hare's arrest,
and always ever squealed with joy whenever dad told of the moon, the stars-
and all the rest.
Dad's stories made him travel to the Dragon's nest
and made him a Court fool who at the king always jests-
and acts the pest-.
Oh My!!!
Little was Jonathan prepared,
that fateful winter,
when dad arrived late to his bed.
Little jonathan had waited for so long for his dad-
a dad he so revered.
He had slept so late on his bed,
an open book beside him lay which earlier he had referred.
Dad's heart was broken and severed.
He stood by Johnny's bed and declared
"am home"
But Johnny did not budge.
He kept sleeping and dad took away George
-Jonathan's Budgie-
and went to his own lodge.
Dad slept on his own bed and was terribly sad.
He felt so mad and sorry and bad.
If only Jonathan would listen,
listen to dad's reason,
for coming late,
and know that Dad almost went to prison,
for overspeeding.
Dad had been late at work,
but he knew Johnny was needing
-him-
Dad drove really fast (overspeeding)
and trying not to hit another car also speeding,
veering into a deep river hidden.
Dad's car sank, in it he had ridden,
now in it he was bleeding.
He could not live but he had to,
because he knew Jonathan was needing.
Dad escaped and now he was home.
But Johnny wouldn't listen,
listen to dad's reason.
The next morning johnny was reading,
when dad arrived at the kitchen.
Dad was surprised johnny didn't greet him.
Jonathan didn't even see him.
Johnny was reading a newspaper incident
about a terrible car accident.
Jonathan began to cry.
Johnny read that his dad through that accident did die.
Dad told him he was alive,
that he was by his side.
But johnny ignored him and went on to cry.
Johnny did not see him, nor could he hear dad.
He cried,
he sighed,
he wished dad hadn't died.
Soon strange people came to take little johnny away.
Dad could not fight,
dad could not stop them. They took lil johnny away.
Dad never saw jonathan again.
He loved to hear dad tell the story of the snowy Hare's arrest,
and always ever squealed with joy whenever dad told of the moon, the stars-
and all the rest.
Dad's stories made him travel to the Dragon's nest
and made him a Court fool who at the king always jests-
and acts the pest-.
Oh My!!!
Little was Jonathan prepared,
that fateful winter,
when dad arrived late to his bed.
Little jonathan had waited for so long for his dad-
a dad he so revered.
He had slept so late on his bed,
an open book beside him lay which earlier he had referred.
Dad's heart was broken and severed.
He stood by Johnny's bed and declared
"am home"
But Johnny did not budge.
He kept sleeping and dad took away George
-Jonathan's Budgie-
and went to his own lodge.
Dad slept on his own bed and was terribly sad.
He felt so mad and sorry and bad.
If only Jonathan would listen,
listen to dad's reason,
for coming late,
and know that Dad almost went to prison,
for overspeeding.
Dad had been late at work,
but he knew Johnny was needing
-him-
Dad drove really fast (overspeeding)
and trying not to hit another car also speeding,
veering into a deep river hidden.
Dad's car sank, in it he had ridden,
now in it he was bleeding.
He could not live but he had to,
because he knew Jonathan was needing.
Dad escaped and now he was home.
But Johnny wouldn't listen,
listen to dad's reason.
The next morning johnny was reading,
when dad arrived at the kitchen.
Dad was surprised johnny didn't greet him.
Jonathan didn't even see him.
Johnny was reading a newspaper incident
about a terrible car accident.
Jonathan began to cry.
Johnny read that his dad through that accident did die.
Dad told him he was alive,
that he was by his side.
But johnny ignored him and went on to cry.
Johnny did not see him, nor could he hear dad.
He cried,
he sighed,
he wished dad hadn't died.
Soon strange people came to take little johnny away.
Dad could not fight,
dad could not stop them. They took lil johnny away.
Dad never saw jonathan again.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
My secret place
There is a secret place i found
-now i own-
where everything that dwells within is round
-round and grown-
-and fat-.
I want to take you to that place,
to show you everythin in just one gaze,
to lead you through the trees
-feel the breeze-
walk through the stream
-in a fishing spree-
and sit beneath the stars and dream
of all you can ever get.
I shall take you there
my "spicy" little dear
dont ask me where
as long as i take you there.
Our chauffeur shall be a tiny bird
who would not mind what we do
as long as he's dead,
ignored,
and not there.
Well he actually isn't really
what am i but silly
because there is no guide
nor watcher
who may see us hide
amongst the bushes
and make love.
My secret place is neither a garden,
nor is it a forest.
But it has trees and all thats padding,
like deer, moose, and oswald McFadden.
In my secret place it is only you
-not me-
not the others trying to hate.
Not even anyone you can relate.
Just you.
But you shall find me there.
My "spicy" little dear,
in everything you see
or touch or breathe.
I shall whisper
-like this-
and we shall be so close...
If only you come with me
...so close...
To my secret little place
...oh so close...
We are past those days,
when poetry and empty promises
are all that gentlemen say.
Am a modern gentleman
and in my secret little place
there are cars to settle on,
speedboats through the waters
and steamrollers to crush our haters.
In my secret little place,
you wont get all you need
but those you do get,
would be all you ever need.
-now i own-
where everything that dwells within is round
-round and grown-
-and fat-.
I want to take you to that place,
to show you everythin in just one gaze,
to lead you through the trees
-feel the breeze-
walk through the stream
-in a fishing spree-
and sit beneath the stars and dream
of all you can ever get.
I shall take you there
my "spicy" little dear
dont ask me where
as long as i take you there.
Our chauffeur shall be a tiny bird
who would not mind what we do
as long as he's dead,
ignored,
and not there.
Well he actually isn't really
what am i but silly
because there is no guide
nor watcher
who may see us hide
amongst the bushes
and make love.
My secret place is neither a garden,
nor is it a forest.
But it has trees and all thats padding,
like deer, moose, and oswald McFadden.
In my secret place it is only you
-not me-
not the others trying to hate.
Not even anyone you can relate.
Just you.
But you shall find me there.
My "spicy" little dear,
in everything you see
or touch or breathe.
I shall whisper
-like this-
and we shall be so close...
If only you come with me
...so close...
To my secret little place
...oh so close...
We are past those days,
when poetry and empty promises
are all that gentlemen say.
Am a modern gentleman
and in my secret little place
there are cars to settle on,
speedboats through the waters
and steamrollers to crush our haters.
In my secret little place,
you wont get all you need
but those you do get,
would be all you ever need.
Fraud mail sent to my aol
Hello My Dearest One
Thanks for your response. I
know that this mail will not
come to you as a surprise
since we have not had a
previous correspondence,
please bear with me. I will
really like to have a good
relationship with you, and i
have a special reason why I
decided to contact you.
I decided to contact you
because of the urgency of
my situation here and after
reading your profile. I am
Miss .Grace 23 years old girl
from Liberia, the only
daughter of Late Dr. Philip
Karmah the deputy minister
of national security under the
leadership of president
Charles Taylor who is now in
exile after many innocent
soul were killed, My late
father was killed by
government of Charles
Taylor ,he accuse my father
of coup attempt.
I am constrained to contact
you because of the
maltreatment I receiving
from my step mother. She
planned to take away all my
late father's treasury and
properties from me since the
unexpected death of my
beloved Father.
Meanwhile I wanted to
escape to the Europe but she
hide away my international
passport and other valuable
travelling documents. Lucky
she did not discover where I
kept my fathers File which
contains important
documents.
So I decided to run to the
refugee camp where I am
presently seeking asylum
under the United Nations High
Commission Refugee here in
Dakar , Republic of Senegal . I
wish to contact you
personally for a long term
business relationship and
investment assistance in
your Country.
My late father of blessed
memory deposited the sum
of (US$ 10,7m) in one of the
leading bank with my names
as the next of kin. But
meanwhile you should not
allow any other person to
know about this money since
my late father did not
disclose it with any body
rather do they know about
the valuable documents .
However, I shall forward to
you with the necessary
documents on confirmation
of your acceptance to assist
me for the transfer of the
money to your account, and
investment of the fund. As
you will help me in an
investment, and i will like to
complete my studies, as i
was in my 1st year in
university, when the crisis
started.
It is my intention to
compensate you with 30% of
the total money for your
assistance and the balance
shall be my investment
capital. This is the reason
why I decided to contact you.
Please all communications
should be through this email
address only for confidential
purposes.
As soon as I receive your
positive response showing
your interest, I will put things
into action immediately. In
the light of the above, I shall
appreciate an urgent
message indicating your
ability and willingness to
handle this transaction
sincerely.
Upon your acceptance to help
me I will like to have your full
contact details as to write to
the bank so that they will
deal with you as my trustee/
partner standing on my
behalf.
Before that, i will like to have
your full contact as well as
your;
Phone and fax number.
Your full name and country
Your age and your passport
or identity
You can not call on phone
because i have no phone of
my own here but i will like
you to call me at the Rev
fathers phone number, It is
the Reverend priest number
here in the camp, call and tell
him you want to speak with
me. and he will send for me
at the female hostel here.
This is the reverend fathers
office phone number, +221
-76-84-37-147. Awaiting your
urgent and positive
response. Please do keep this
only to your self please I beg
you not to disclose it till I
come over to you, once the
fund has been transferred.
here is my Picture,
Yours sincerely
Grace
.
Hug and kisses.
Thanks for your response. I
know that this mail will not
come to you as a surprise
since we have not had a
previous correspondence,
please bear with me. I will
really like to have a good
relationship with you, and i
have a special reason why I
decided to contact you.
I decided to contact you
because of the urgency of
my situation here and after
reading your profile. I am
Miss .Grace 23 years old girl
from Liberia, the only
daughter of Late Dr. Philip
Karmah the deputy minister
of national security under the
leadership of president
Charles Taylor who is now in
exile after many innocent
soul were killed, My late
father was killed by
government of Charles
Taylor ,he accuse my father
of coup attempt.
I am constrained to contact
you because of the
maltreatment I receiving
from my step mother. She
planned to take away all my
late father's treasury and
properties from me since the
unexpected death of my
beloved Father.
Meanwhile I wanted to
escape to the Europe but she
hide away my international
passport and other valuable
travelling documents. Lucky
she did not discover where I
kept my fathers File which
contains important
documents.
So I decided to run to the
refugee camp where I am
presently seeking asylum
under the United Nations High
Commission Refugee here in
Dakar , Republic of Senegal . I
wish to contact you
personally for a long term
business relationship and
investment assistance in
your Country.
My late father of blessed
memory deposited the sum
of (US$ 10,7m) in one of the
leading bank with my names
as the next of kin. But
meanwhile you should not
allow any other person to
know about this money since
my late father did not
disclose it with any body
rather do they know about
the valuable documents .
However, I shall forward to
you with the necessary
documents on confirmation
of your acceptance to assist
me for the transfer of the
money to your account, and
investment of the fund. As
you will help me in an
investment, and i will like to
complete my studies, as i
was in my 1st year in
university, when the crisis
started.
It is my intention to
compensate you with 30% of
the total money for your
assistance and the balance
shall be my investment
capital. This is the reason
why I decided to contact you.
Please all communications
should be through this email
address only for confidential
purposes.
As soon as I receive your
positive response showing
your interest, I will put things
into action immediately. In
the light of the above, I shall
appreciate an urgent
message indicating your
ability and willingness to
handle this transaction
sincerely.
Upon your acceptance to help
me I will like to have your full
contact details as to write to
the bank so that they will
deal with you as my trustee/
partner standing on my
behalf.
Before that, i will like to have
your full contact as well as
your;
Phone and fax number.
Your full name and country
Your age and your passport
or identity
You can not call on phone
because i have no phone of
my own here but i will like
you to call me at the Rev
fathers phone number, It is
the Reverend priest number
here in the camp, call and tell
him you want to speak with
me. and he will send for me
at the female hostel here.
This is the reverend fathers
office phone number, +221
-76-84-37-147. Awaiting your
urgent and positive
response. Please do keep this
only to your self please I beg
you not to disclose it till I
come over to you, once the
fund has been transferred.
here is my Picture,
Yours sincerely
Grace
.
Hug and kisses.
Monday, March 15, 2010
so Bored and jobless and am complaining but doing nothing about it
mum just wont understand. ok so i decided that i dont like this school anymore but then i found a better school. aw man. gotta do a bit of research though before i approach her though but thats not the point. this blog entry is meant to plan my day better in the future.
WHY?
1) ok so i watched naruto and fullmetal alchemist this morning but man am watching reruns (#obsessed). then i decided to stop watching it only to have myself playing a mobile phone game "clone 3d" which i also finished playing ages ago! #pointless #amitheonlyone. well i decided to stop doing that too but now am writing this blog which of course i shouldnt cos its just early in the morning and my eyes are tired and i need sleep. Lately i been finding myself so bored that a mere Barbie film (yuck), or a tv commercial shown for the tenth time is a real treat. sometimes i just stare at my facebook homepage and watch my notifications pile up...sometimes i pick up my phone and then scroll through it for prolly the billionth time...sometimes i draw dragons and beasts...sometimes i listen to music.
The worse there is is the fact that when i try to sleep thats when i remember the important stuff and then i dash off to do them...after wasting my day. SO you see why i need to plan my day.
I drew up a timetable, a calender and a to do list and i hope to start following them tomorrow. guess what i got to do by 6am on a tuesday...
[b] Watch Conqueror of Shamballa [/b] (i watched it like 8 times already but in my timetable i wrote this stupid reason just to watch it: see how many times gluttony threw wrath in the air) #iamsolame
WHY?
1) ok so i watched naruto and fullmetal alchemist this morning but man am watching reruns (#obsessed). then i decided to stop watching it only to have myself playing a mobile phone game "clone 3d" which i also finished playing ages ago! #pointless #amitheonlyone. well i decided to stop doing that too but now am writing this blog which of course i shouldnt cos its just early in the morning and my eyes are tired and i need sleep. Lately i been finding myself so bored that a mere Barbie film (yuck), or a tv commercial shown for the tenth time is a real treat. sometimes i just stare at my facebook homepage and watch my notifications pile up...sometimes i pick up my phone and then scroll through it for prolly the billionth time...sometimes i draw dragons and beasts...sometimes i listen to music.
The worse there is is the fact that when i try to sleep thats when i remember the important stuff and then i dash off to do them...after wasting my day. SO you see why i need to plan my day.
I drew up a timetable, a calender and a to do list and i hope to start following them tomorrow. guess what i got to do by 6am on a tuesday...
[b] Watch Conqueror of Shamballa [/b] (i watched it like 8 times already but in my timetable i wrote this stupid reason just to watch it: see how many times gluttony threw wrath in the air) #iamsolame
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